The Girl Who Knew Too Much

[angeloscurox]

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My father had always been a tough man but he had a soft heart underneath his facade and I knew that only too well. He had taught me everything I know and for that I was thankful. I had always wondered why there was such a huge level of respect for our family name and now I was beginning to finally learn why.

Archer. When a man spoke our name, there was always pride within their tone. It always had me questioning why and I had asked my father time and time again only to be turned down gently with a misguided answer. I would sigh in frustration never thinking myself as 'too young' to understand but now I see that his judgement call was correct.

I had been too young back then to ever contemplate the things I know now. The Archer's, my family, were wanted people. My mother ran things behind the scenes and as for my father, well, he ran things on the front line. We were all gifted in something. Me? I found my talents in archery. It's what my father specializes in and for that I am also thankful. Perhaps it's a tad cliche given our name and heritage but I couldn't care less. My name is Eloise Archer and I'm proud of that.

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"El, we need to talk." I hated when my father gave me that tone of voice, it always sent chills down my spine. I nodded in acknowledgement to his request and answered meekly, "Okay, dad." No matter what we were discussing, we were still father and daughter and we wouldn't have it any other way.

He looked at me with a shade of contemplation, as if he were fighting with himself not to tell me the news he had recently received. "What is it dad?" I took a seat in front of him as he came to sit beside me. "They're coming." I quirked my brow. "Coming? Who?" I didn't understand and he had apparently expected me not to.

"They are coming." I immediately understood as he strained his emphasis on the word 'they'. My whole body tensed, stiff, and unable to move. "Now?" All he could do was nod as he stood to his feet. "Like right now?" He didn't answer me right away and so I pressed him on the matter. "Dad, tell me, they're coming right now? How long until they get here?" I stood to my feet, my hand on his shoulder.

He turned to face me with a look of apology written across his aging face. "Less than ten minutes, we need to move." My heart sank to the very bottom of my stomach as my jaw hit the floor. "Ten minutes and they've only just let you know?! Dad, this is insane. We need to stay and fight them." I clung to his arm, trying to stop him but he retorted. "No, Eloise, we need to go now. Get your things and I'll meet you in the car. Your mother is meeting us at the safe house." It had already been arranged but my vision was blurred. All I could think of was saving the home I knew and loved so much.

"Okay..." I mumbled under my breath but I really had no intentions of meeting my father in the family car. Instead, I raced upstairs to my bedroom and took solace in preparing my bow and arrow. I had my vantage point all scoped out, lifting the window up to open it, I could hear my father starting the engine to the car.

With a sigh, I shook all feelings of guilt from my mind and waited patiently for them to arrive.

And without fail, they did.

"Come on you bastards, do your worst." I breathed a whisper as I noticed three cars in total pull up nearby the house. I knew my father was still waiting in the car and hoped he'd have sense to drive away instead of staying to fight. I drew my bow, aiming in the first car's direction and took my arrow, drawing the bow back, finding my anchor point and then... the arrow hit the driver perfectly in his right shoulder. I couldn't help but to smirk, obviously spooking them as they all began to look around.

I could hear a few of them asking the others where that had come from and it wasn't long before they saw me. I even had the cheek to wave and then I drew my bow back once more, aiming towards the second car and this time punctured one of their tires. "Is this all you've got?" I was feeling mighty confident but all was about to come to a sweet, sweet end for me. I could feel it.