Missoin: Protect The Grimoire
“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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