Here is the second Chapter, I hope you enjoy!
-5 years before founding the team.
If all of this had happened when I was older I might have asked more questions. I would have asked Why, like: Why did you think this was a good idea? Why is this punishment? Why did you have to do it? But I didn't, I'm not mad or upset that I didn't, I don't want to take it back, I just wanted to know why.
I had a punishment, what it was wasn't important. It was our eighth birthday, a few months after the arrow incent. Charlotte was becoming more distant than ever. Every word, every glace to me was filled with hate, disconnect. That's what this day was, I had never felt so disconnected from Char on our birthday before. I was glad when the day had come to an end, Mom and Dad had one more present for me though. I was confused, so was Char. We had both gotten all our presents, this didn't make any sense. But Mom and Dad took me into the training room, Char following slowly behind.
"Jamie. We've been thinking" Mom Started but Dad cut her off, he was unusually excited.
"We need a way for you to channel your energy to something better than stealing arrows and shooting your sister."
"Daddy, That was one time," I replied
"I know, buddy," He said laughing, pulling me in and kissing me on the head and ruffling my hair.
"Anyway," Mom continued, "we thought you could actually train with a bow and arrow."
"And, come with me on some missions" Dad butted in with, he was way too excited.
"Like a sidekick?" Char asked from behind us.
"Exactly like a sidekick," I said, running up to Mom and Dad squeezing them into a hug.
"Guessing that's a yes," Dad said laughing.
"Yes!" I said giggling. "Thank you, thank you!". Mom pressed a button on the side panel and the wall at the end of the training room flipped.
Sitting there in between Mom's Black Bodysuit and navy jacket and Dad's Green Coat with hood and Quiver full of arrows was a new costume. It was dark green like Dads, the top was a light green long sleeve top that reached up my neck, over that was a dark green cloak that reached a quarter way down the back and was connected to a hood, clipped in the front with a circle clip, on the clip was an arrow in front of blue sound waves - symbolizing both Mom and Dad. Black leggings and Black Ankle boots with a black mask to cover my eyes. Squealing with joy I hugged them again and jumped up and down. Then I ran up to the costume and grabbed it then started putting it on.
"Just wait, buddy," Dad said walking over to me and helping me pull everything on since it was made out of a special material. After everything was on Dad passed me a little (empty) Quiver and bow.
For the first week I was called "Kid Arrow" but after we decided to put my quiver and Bow on my hips instead of my back (Because I was having trouble grabbing them without grabbing my cloak as well) I changed to Quiver, which we both agreed sounded better. I became better at shooting within two months. Improving every day. But with every Bullseye, every mission, every lesson Char just grew to hate me more. By the time our end came, she wouldn't even talk to me, wouldn't even look at me without a flicker of hate burning in her eyes.
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