Ireland

There was a sweet boy, playing in some of the marsh. He wasn't popular by any means, I'm gonna say it's just a matter of right place right time.

I let loose an arrow at him.

He didn't flinch at the arrow piercing his chest.

They never did. None of them noticed the arrow. Just it's effects. I realized that early on in this world.

The boy was walking ahead. He didn't notice the other boy in his way until they collided.

I watched in delight as the boy I hit gawked at the boy he hit. Second boy was apologizing for the whole thing. First boy was stunned silent.

'Kiss him. Kiss him. JUST KISS ALREADY!'

Except they didn't. Second boy got up, running off. First boy hadn't moved.

As the second boy got further away, the one I hit let out a choked sound. It didn't take a genius to know he was crying. Crying because the boy he loved had walked away.

That's what all the others did. The one they loved, on some level everyone I hit with an arrow thought the other didn't love them back.

I wanted to scream in aggravation.

Nothing has worked. Nothing!

Three months of this. Not one of my plans has worked. NOT A SINGLE ONE!

If I hit one person, they cried. If I hit two, the second would fall in love with someone else. Moon forbid I hit three, because the third would fall in love with the first and just turn the whole goddamn thing into a bad Shakespeare play.

"Time to go home." I mused, hoping that target practice would get my mind off things. Like failure.

==CR==

Charleston, South Carolina

I'd changed my outfit from the monstrosity it was on my First Day(Night? day? I'm sticking with Day).

Instead of a bright dress, this was more dark gear. My legs were covered in black leggings, and black boots. The dress part I kept, it was cute. Except instead of the colorful monstrosity from before I was wearing a green/brown camo dress that kept me hidden in the trees. Around my waist I had a belt that had a small sheath for a blade.

The arrows stayed gold, my wings stayed their color too. My hair was the same obnoxiously shade of yellow. Some things I couldn't change.

Stupid Manny.

I fired an arrow at a tree.

Stupid arrows. Not doing their fucking job.

Another arrow, this one nearly hitting a squirrel.

I screamed in aggregation. "Why?!" I grumbled, looking up at the sky. It wasn't yet sunset, but I could still see the moon in the sky. He was a smug asshole like that. "Why do they never work?"

The Moon was silent.

I fired an arrow at it.

Flying across the city, I smiled down at the people below.

There weren't a lot of reasons why this place was 'home'. It was where I first woke up after dying, which was a big win.

...

Yeah that's all I got.

This place has to be important if I died here, right? Otherwise...why did I keep coming back to a place I died? Manny was an asshole, so maybe he just brought me back in this awful town to be a bigger asshole.

There were a few things I liked about this city. There was this park- surrounded by trees I could hide in without anyone seeing. Not that I could be seen anyway- not enough kids believed in me. One of those believing kids was my target today.

I learned very fast that when people believed in you, they could see you. Now I don't have a lot of Believers. That's fine with me, if anything it's ideal. Kids would be scared of me if they could see me firing arrows at them.

Flying to the park I landed in my favorite tree. There was another thing in the tree- a cherub.

That's right.

I got cherubs.

For some reason, Manny gave me a whole race of creatures to lead. I'm not a leader. I'm not ready for that amount of authority.

Cherubs were these tiny little creatures- no bigger than a fist. They were pale white, with yellow bob haircuts, yellow eyes, and their arms were long wings instead of hands. Their bodies were covered complete in feathers. They were almost like swans with human heads.

My cherubs didn't have arrows. They had stamps. Stupid stamps, in a heart shape. They would just stamp the kid in the back of the neck, and do my work. The stamp was sling over their back like my bow

So I landed next to the cherub on the tree branch. I think this one was called Hamil.

"No change?" I asked.

Hamil shook his head. He chittered, in what I could only think of a Squirrel Speak. "She's the same as before."

I huffed.

Gazing down at the bottom of the tree, I saw my target.

There was a seven-year-old girl sitting alone under the tree. She had dark blonde hair, tucked behind a purple butterfly barrette. Her blue eyes were focused on what she was scribbling in her notebook.

She was dressed in a blue sweater covered in little hearts, trying to ward off Jack's cold. She wore a blue skirt, probably supposed to go with her white shirt. Her mother dressed her a bit early for Easter. She didn't like that outfit, it was scratchy.

Now, this kid was my pet project. I'd hit her with five arrows this week alone and she hasn't shown interest in anything! Little Lilac Barclay. She has thicker skin than me!

"One more arrow?" I offered Hamil.

The cherub winced. He started to chitter a warning at me.

"Can't hear you!" I fired the arrow.

The cherub sighed.

The arrow shot down, directly into Lilac's head.

The girl paused.

Hamil and I held our breath.

Lilac looked to her left.

Hamil gasped.

Lilac...reached for a colored pencil, in the case beside her.

Hamil and I huffed.

"Nothing for you yet, huh, Lilac?" I asked, knowing she wouldn't hear me from this high up. "You...you're stubborn."

Hamil chittered a question.

"No. I know this girl is capable of love." I told Hamil. "She's just...got a tough shell to crack."

Hamil chittered again.

"No, my first arrow didn't work. Even if it did, she would love two things." I explained, kneeling down on the branch. "I don't understand. She believes me, at the least she should like one of these things. Hold on...what's she drawing?"

Hamil chittered in answer. Apparently she'd been drawing it all morning.

"A baby dragon in a tree?" I asked. "Why would she draw that?"

Hamil shrugged.

"Lilac Barclay!" A voice snapped. "Time to go!"

My wings spread to attention. I glared over at the woman walking up. This woman...something about her made me mad. Her walk, her voice, her stupid blonde haircut. She was just annoying. And her very existence offended me.

Lilac gasped as the woman came up. The girl quickly pulled her art away from the woman's feet. "You said I could stay until lunchtime!"

"Well I'm getting hungry. That makes it lunchtime." The woman argued. She clicked her fingers. "Let's get a move on."

"But you promised-"

"Now!" Mrs Barclay snapped.

I grabbed an arrow, aiming it at Mrs Barclay.

Hamil flew in front of my arrow. He waved his arms to keep me from firing it. I glared over him to Mrs Barclay. Moving the arrow so it was at aiming at the woman. Hamil moved again.

He was chittering rapidly. He was reminding me that the arrows wouldn't hurt Mrs Barclay, they would just make her love something. Or-more likely-break her heart.

"Then let it break." I hissed.

Hamil shook his head.

"She shouldn't snap at Lilac." I snarled angrily in Hamil's face.

Below, Lilac was packing away her drawing and colored pencils.

"Maybe this time it'll work." I mused, toying with the end of the arrow. I pulled it back on the string again.

Lilac sling a backpack over her shoulders. She had barely settled it when Mrs Barclay was grabbing her harshly by the shoulder, dragging her away.

I fired the arrow.

Hamil squeaked.

Mrs Barclay gasped when the arrow pierced her in the back.

Lilac looked up at Mrs Barclay. "You're-you're hurting me."

"Do you see that man?" Mrs Barclay asked, lowering to something sultry. "Oh he's...cute."

"L-let me go now!" Lilac demanded. She tried to pull Mrs Barclay's hand off her shoulder.

Mrs Barclay let her go, wandering away in the direction of a man across the park.

Lilac and I let out relieved sighs once Mrs Barclay was far enough. Hamil was hyperventilating beside me. Lilac sniffled.

"I couldn't make her love you." I apologized. Pulling out the newly generated arrow, I glared at it. "Why can't you ever do what I want you too? Why did she like the wrong person?!"

Spreading my wings, I shot into the sky. Hamil squeaked before flying after me.

Landing in a random alley wall, I threw the arrow at a wall.

"Stupid stick!" I insulted. Hamil flew behind me. I went to pick up the arrow I threw. "Hamil keep your eyes on Lilac. The arrow could just be taking its time."

Hamil meekly saluted me before flying again.

When he was far enough away I let out an annoyed huff.

"I'm gonna go play 'misplaced aggression'."

==CR==

The arrow hit another brick wall, where I had spray painted a smiling face.

Sandy's dreamland had come over the town earlier. I paid it little mind, firing at arrows at what I imagined was Mrs Barclay's face.

So caught in my rage, I barely noticed the figure watching in the shadows. When I did, I kept my focus on firing arrows. They were constantly copying so there was no danger of running out.

'Seriously I gotta figure out how to make these stop spreading love...or I guess heartbreak was what it spread.'

"Hello, sheila."

Firing an arrow, I turned to face my opponent.

Bunnymund caught it in his paw. It was barely an inch from his face.

"Easter must be wearing you out, Bunny" I taunted. "Nearly lost an eye."

Bunnymund chuckled at me. He twirled the arrow in his paw. "Hitting an eye isn't the worst thing you've done with these arrows."

My hand tightened on my bow. Did he think I enjoyed this? That I liked hurting people, hurting children? That their sobs didn't haunt me all hours of the day? What an asshole!

"Come to brag?" I mocked. "Brag about how you- an overgrown litterbug- and your friends- glorified house invaders- are better than me?"

Bunnymund narrowed his eyes, his nose twitching. Suddenly he grinned side. "Oh I'm going to enjoy watching this."

My wings spread in attention. Something was coming up from behind me.

"Fellas..." Bunnymund prompted.

Whirling around, I prepared to fight my attacker with the blade on my belt. To my surprise it was a burlap sack was being thrown over my body. It lifted me off my feet into the air.

I yelled when the burlap sack closed.

"You better let me out!" Kicking the sack, my wings flapping against the side, my hands tried to claw out.

Bunnymund was laughing outside.

"Durbha wahla."

"What was that?!"

"Durtal bardla burdlew."

"Who's saying that?!"

"Dwbard urghwetee."

"Me?" Bunnymund laughed. "Not on your nelly. See you back at the pole."

"The WHAT?!"

"Bwardla arghl."

"No wait stop-"

The bag swooped.

"AH!"

==CR==

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