“Move your ***!” Tyson barked and Violet tried to

keep up with him.  Her breath was short

and loud as she raced with Tyson out of the Black Clover’s headquarters. “Who

are we running from?” Violet managed, breathlessly. Tyson didn’t answer her.

“Hellooo.” She said persistently. “Shut up kid. This isn’t a joke.” He said not

even glancing her way. They hurried through endless amounts of passageways and

corridors. The Black Claver’s headquarters were big like that. “Sure as hell

seems like one. It looks to me like the same guy that kidnapped me is now

rescuing me.” Violet muttered. Tyson glanced at her. “Who taught you to speak

like that?!” he demanded. She grinned at him. “You did.” Muttering under his

breath, he kicked the emergency exit door open and took the stairs to the roof

2 by 2. Violet clambered up to match his pace but it was useless. Tyson was a sturdy,

heavily built, laboriously trained, seventeen-year old man. And she was just a

small, scrawny, seven-year old kid. It wasn’t even two minutes before she

started feeling sick and dizzy. Her ears were feeling hot and sweat trickled

down her neck. She had to stop. Now or she would feint. “Why are you stopping?!”

he yelled not even turning to check on her. “Tyson...” she mumbled. “What?!” he

yelled and turned to look at her. Her face was pink and her eyes were watering.

As if she was having a pollen allergy or something. She leaned on the rail. “I

can’t...” she mumbled. He didn’t let her finish. Quick as a flash he picked her

up and carried on up the stairs with her over his shoulder. There wasn’t much

time left. In a matter of seconds the alarm would sound and then there’d be no

saving them. His feet didn’t falter as he sprinted up the stairs with her.  She kept trying to look behind them but he

stopped her. “Don’t look.” He said continuing up. “Tyson?” she asked him. He

didn’t look at her. She continued anyway. “Are you the good guy or bad guy?”she

said. Tyson looked at her seriously then. “I’m the bad guy. The very, very, bad

guy.” He said. Violet rubbed at her eyes, she was getting tired. “But you’re

protecting me.” She said. “That’s right. I’m always protecting you kid.” Tyson

laughed. Only a few seconds now. Freedom was within their reach. “But why? Why

are you always protecting me?!” Violet demanded. “It’s my job kid.” Tyson said.

“Just my job.”

Violet smiled. She might be young, but she knew you

didn’t deceive your own boss because of a job. “Why are you smiling?” Tyson

asked her. “Why aren’t you smiling?”

Violet countered. “Because.” Tyson said as he opened the exit door. “There’s

nothing to smile for.”

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                                              Part one

                                 A psychopath’s sweetheart

                “It’s funny. She was designed as the weapon.

                And yet I  was the one fighting to protect her.”

                                                                                 -         Unknown

“Violet!

Did you even hear one godamned word I said in the past hour?!” Mark yelled. “I

heard you say Violet.” Violet smiled smugly. Mark sighed. “Violet I was saying

you shouldn’t mess with your uncle like that. You know how he is. And if you

continue like this I might not even be able to speak to you! And you know what

would happen then.” Mark said. “Yeah, yeah. No late night snacks, walking out

of my quarters or contact with the outside world. But how was I supposed to

know the hot sauce would burn my uncle’s eye?” Violet sulked. Mark rolled his

eyes at her dramatises. “Your uncle is not a man to mess with. He’s a very

formal man.” Mark continued. “I’M AWARE!” Violet yelled to stop him from

beginning another lecture. Mark smiled knowing he’d won. “Want to go for a

walk?” Mark offered. “Yes!” Violet said jumping up like a kid. Mark laughed,

not knowing he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life. Oh if only he could

turn back time...

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“I’m the enemy little girl,

you shouldn’t speak to me.”Tyson said.“You’re only the kidnapper. The enemy is

your boss.”Violet said stubbornly. Tyson was quiet then. There wasn’t much he

could say anyway, because the girl was right.“Listen here smart ass…”he

started.“What exactly does the grimoire do?”Violet cut in avoiding a lecture.

She could tell whenever adults wanted to annoy the crap out of her. “It allows

you to control all the dimensions.” Tyson sighed.“Can’t you already do that?” Violet

asked him. Tyson shook his head.“I can only open the dimensions, not control

them.” he said.“And they think I have a link to the grimoire?”Violet asked him,

snorting.  If this was another of those

‘You’re special’ things adults keep telling you, she wasn’t gonna fall for it. Not

really. Tyson thought. They

think you are the grimoire.

“So what exactly to do you have

to the grimoire to control the dimensions?” Violet asked, since she was,

actually a bit curious. Stab it in the heart and drink a pint of it’s

blood. “And why do they need you?” Violet continued on. “When they are

able to control the dimensions I will have to be the doorway, opening which

dimension they want to be in, when they want to be in one.” Tyson said.“So

you’re like their slave.” Violet said, to the point. That’s one way to put

it. Tyson nodded quietly. He didn’t want to mention how much The Black

Clovers paid him to do their nasty work. He didn’t even want to kill this child.

Children weren’t really his style. Especially since he once was one. Hopefully,

they’d just pay him off fast so he could get this over with and forget about

it. “I’d beat the shit out of everyone if I had to be someone’s slave.” Violet

said. Tyson smiled. “You’re starting to sound like me, kid. You listen to my

conversations too much.” He said. “And the problem with that is?” Violet said

staring pointedly at him. Somehow that unnerved him. “You don’t listen to

strangers.” He said, trying to make her understand. “But you’re not a

stranger.” Violet said to him. She stared at him. “I’m worse than a stranger.”

Tyson said. Violet just laughed.

“Violet, I think we should go

back.” Mark said interrupting her thoughts. “Why? What’s wrong?” Violet said

following Mark’s gaze as he tried to shove her back. He was staring at a guy

with blonde hair that looked strangely familiar...Violet’s heartbeat quickened.

“Caylen!” she ran towards him. “No wait Violet!” Mark’s voice called and he

tried to stop her. Violet ignored him. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew just who

her ex was. A liar. A faker. A psychopath. Violet threw herself into Caylen’s

arms and they wrapped around her. The gun came to her head faster than she

thought it would. “Get into my aircraft. NOW.” Caylen ordered. Violet

obediently walked with him, to the camouflaged aircraft awaiting them on the

other side of the street. Mark was still yelling at her, but she ignored him.

When she was safely inside the aircraft, Caylen didn’t even bother with her.

There was no escaping now. “Violet you idiot! Try and get out of there now!”

Mark was yelling but the aircraft had already started ascending, and was

levitating a foot off the ground. “I can’t Mark! I’m going for Tyson!” Violet

yelled as the aircraft continued ascending. It was now a metre off the ground.

“Tyson?” Mark’s voice sounded puzzled. Then understanding dawned on his face,

which, was very hard to see from the aircraft as it was still ascending.

“Violet you dipshit! Don’t do this! You don’t even know if he still remembers

you!’ he yelled. “I have to try!” Violet said and then the aircraft ascended

into the clouds as Mark watched her go. “Siri call Tyson.” Mark said into his

phone. “I have got some serious explaining to do with him.”

“And he is not gonna like it.”

Caylen was Violet’s boyfriend.

Or so she thought. He was actually spying on her to find out how she was

related to the grimoire. Violet watched him now, with growing hatred. “Are you

gonna keep staring at me or do you want to actually talk?” Caylen said without

turning his head to look at her. How do

they do that?! Violet thought. Caylen was steering the aircraft, as

aircraft are too dangerous to be left on auto-pilot. “You don’t deserve to be

spoken to.” Violet sulked. Caylen smiled. “Then you don’t have to speak to me.”

He said. There was silence once again in the aircraft.

“Sir?” Mark called out in the silence of Ben,

Violet’s uncle’s office. No answer. Mark wandered over to Ben’s table quietly,

wondering if he left a note. Nothing. Just papers and folders on different

people, letters reminding him that he owed the bank lots of money and mails

from Ben’s friends. Mark decided he’d speak to Ben later and was about to leave

when a huge envelope caught his eye. It was from the Black Clovers. What is Ben doing with an envelope from them?”Mark had wondered opening the

envelope carefully. Inside he found a cheque with an enormous amount of money.

Enough to pay off all the bank debts and more. Mark dropped the envelope in

shock, his fingers trembling violently. There was only one reason the Black

Clovers would have decided to send Ben a cheque. Suddenly scared, Mark reached

down and picked up the envelope again. Inside he found a letter with the

cheque. Carefully typed and printed neatly, were ten words that made Mark’s

blood run cold.

We will come fetch Violet in two days. Be ready.

Ben isn’t protecting Violet at all.

“Did you hear anything I said

to Mark earlier?” Violet asked him. Caylen grinned. “I thought you weren’t

speaking to me.” He said. Violet rolled her eyes. “Just answer me.” She said.

“What will you do if I say I did?” Caylen asked her. “YOU DID?!” Violet

shrieked. Caylen shrugged. “You’re kind of loud when you scream.” He said.

Violet glared at him. “Guess I don’t deserve to be spoken to again?” Caylen

asked her. “Shut up.” She muttered.

“Let’s not beat around the

bullshit Tyson-”

“I agree.” Tyson cut in. Mark

stared at Tyson. “What is it?” Tyson said. “She loves you, you know?”Mark said.

Tyson ran a hand through his jet-black hair. “Unfortunately for her, I do

know.” Tyson said. He looked at Mark. “I don’t mess around with kids, Mark.”

Tyson said. “I know that, just...” Mark trailed off. “Just what?” Tyson

persisted.

“She’s still a girl Tyson!”

Mark said. “I agree.” Tyson said. “Don’t break her heart...or hurt her...” Mark

said quietly. Tyson snorted. “Dude, what type of a perv do you take me for?” he

said. Mark retreated back as if he’d been bitten. “So you are a perv.” He said.

Tyson rolled his eyes. “Mark, if I am a pervert, I’m so perv that I’m asexual.

If it really concerns you that much then I promise you I won’t hurt Violet

physically, mentally or emotionally. Now can you stop beating my *** up about

crap so we can talk seriously?”