Hey guys! I know, I know, I suck for not updating sooner, but school, clubs, everything just got hectic. It's a horrible excuse, but there it is. Without further ado, please enjoy this chapter. I own nothing, if I did, Chalant would be huge in Season 2 of YJ.
Her eyes stay trained on the target. Her father had her perched on a ledge above the target's apartment. She was supposed to shoot him if he got past the lobby. Her hands were strong and steady on the bow as she knelt on the cold stone of the balcony. Her eyes never stray from her target's building, but her thoughts do. She wonders if she should feel bad about this, if she should be crying hysterically over the prospect of being a murderer. But Jade wouldn't cry or whine, Artemis grits her teeth at the thought. Jade would be able to do this without a second thought, she would shoot and never look back. Artemis unclenches her teeth and frowns. Does she really want to be like her sister? Does she want to shoot and not look back? What kind of life is that? Taking other people's lives and never being able to live your own, because how could you possibly live happily knowing what you've done? Artemis thinks back to her mother, she certainly isn't happy living in a cold dark prison cell with limp legs and only unseen mental demons to keep her company.
The com in her ear crackles with life and she snaps back to attention. "Alright baby girl, time to shine, he went down the north staircase and is about to make a beeline for the front door, I need you to cut him off." Artemis takes a deep, somewhat shaky breath before replying.
"Understood." She mutters quietly.
"Don't disappoint me Artemis." She bites her cheek to keep from replying and waits for the line to go dead once more. She waits for the staircase door to open impatiently, but then something occurs to her. Lawrence Crusher Crock is one of the fastest, most athletic men alive and their target is some tech guy who never leaves his office, he wouldn't be able to outrun her father. She's been set up, this is just another test. Artemis growls in frustration and the door to the stairwell opens right on cue. She has a ten-second window before this guy makes his way out of her range.
10, she should kill him, pass her test and please her father.
9, she hates all these hoops she had to jump through, all these tests she must pass.
8, her sister would do it.
7, her mother would've also done it, and look where mom is now.
6, it's just one simple kill.
5, no kill is ever simple.
4, she was raised and trained for this.
3, she's still not completely prepared for this.
2, ugh just shoot the fucking arrow!
1, just shoot, you know what you have to do.
Her arrow is aimed and fired in record time and it hits the target beautifully. The man falls to the ground clutching his calf and the arrow sticking out of it. He looks around wildly before pulling out the arrow and limping away. She smiles victoriously and rips her com out, she leaves it on the ground and starts climbing down the fire escape.
Her bruised shoulder, sprained wrist, and concussion make it hard to function for the next month. But she thinks the satisfaction she got from making her own choice makes up for the almost unbearable pain.
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