Behold; Valkyrie.

Top pic; left to right: Seth, Jade, Vlad and Max.

Bottom pic; left to right: Blaze, Damien, Scarlett and Harry.

Movie 🎥 Parker (2013)

Happy Reading xx

~T

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S C A R L E T T 💣

  "Again" he shouted roughly, as I was bent over, hands on my knees, breathing heavily. I was perfecting my headlock on Louis, who had kindly volunteered for me to beat up. "That was sloppy," he scowled, slapping his large stick against the back of my right thigh to move my leg to the right position. He was carrying the large stick around, hitting me with it whenever I made a mistake.

"I need a break," I gasped, letting Louis go before sitting down on the floor.

"No break until lunchtime," Harry snapped, tapping my head sharply with his stick. A pure look of vexation appeared on my face when I looked up at him. I wish he wasn't so gorgeous; it was hard for me to concentrate whenever he stared at me with those mesmerizing forest green eyes.

"Please, I need a water break," I pleaded, pouting my lips slightly. He huffed angrily and dropped his stick, a sign indicating that he's allowing me to have a break. A victorious grin itched its way towards my lips as I sat on the wooden bench across the room.

"He's really weird around you," Louis mumbled next to you.

"What do you mean?" I inquired, my eyes moving back to where Harry was. We were currently in the training room. It was sunny outside, the air was humid, and that's why we were indoors today.

"Scarlett," Louis brought me out of my thoughts. "He's considerably nicer to you," he simply shrugged while I shook my head slightly.

"Not entirely," I disagreed, staring at his tall lean figure in the corner of the room.

"Whatever," Louis waved it off, setting his water bottle down as he walked over to the mats. "Come on, Lettie! I want to show you a trick," he grinned excitedly while I stared at him warily.

"Is it going to hurt?"

"Obviously," he gave me a blatant look, gesturing for me to come forward but I held my ground. "Scarlett, don't be a pussy," he rolled his eyes at me; I shrugged slightly and stepped onto the mat. "Okay, now hit me."

"What?" I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Hit me," Louis repeated once again, while I stared at him worriedly. "Just do it Lettie, I can take a punch," he chuckled as I sighed, nodding before raising my hand. I dove forward to strike him, gasping when he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, moving them in a position allowing him to bend my wrist the other way. The abrupt action caused me to yelp loudly in pain all of a sudden, making my body contort in different ways to prevent my wrist from breaking.

"Louis it-" I was about to tell him how painful it was and for him to stop before large hands grabbed his shoulders pulling him away from me. Louis quickly let go of my wrist, making me exhaled in relief as I rubbed my sore wrist. My heart dropped to my stomach when I saw Harry clutching the front of Louis t-shirt, lifting him up until Harry was staring him directly in the eye.

"What the fuck were you doing?" he snapped loudly and angrily at Louis, who widened his azure eyes in fear.

"I-I was just showing her how to do a wrist lock," he stuttered, cowering from Harry's intimidating aura.

"Are you sure? Because it looked like to me, you were trying to break her wrist," he barked, his jaw clenching tightly as his nostrils flared and his hands formed fists.

"Harry, it's fine! Stop it!" I spoke loudly, wrapping my fingers around his bicep and tugging it. Ignoring me, Harry threw Louis onto the floor; I gasped loudly when he smacked his head against the wooden bench, causing him to groan in pain. "Harry! What the hell?" I yelled at him, throwing him a furious glare before running to Louis side.

"Fuck that hurts," Louis grunted, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to sit up. I wound my arms around his forearm, pulling him up with me.

"I'm so sorry Lou. Are you okay?" I asked worriedly, my eyes gazing at him with concern while he managed to shoot me a reassuring smile. My hands went to rub the back of his head, hopefully easing the pain. "Does it hurt too much? Oh god, I'm so sorry Louis."

"I'm fine Lettie. I'm just going to go get some ice," he muttered, giving Harry a deathly glare.

"I'll come with yo-"

"No!" Harry snapped all of a sudden. I had almost forgotten he was still in the room with us. "You're not going to waste your time with him. He can go on his own," he spoke firmly, his gaze snapping to Louis, eyes narrowing in a glare. Louis gulped, turning around and quickly making his way towards the exit.

I turned to Harry with glowering eyes and lowered brows, while he gazed back at me with a frown.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" he asked bluntly, walking over to the mats.

"You didn't have to be so harsh with him! He was just trying to teach me something!" I exclaimed angrily. I wanted to yell at him for scaring Louis but I figured that would be embarrassing for Louis himself.

"He was going to break your wrist. I stopped him from doing so," he stated roughly, gripping my wrists and pulling me towards him.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled, slapping his hands away. Instead he just pushed me back hardly, making me stumble back and fall onto the matted floor. He had this thing where whenever he gets annoyed or mad with me, he just shoved me really hard, catching me completely off-guard, making me fall to the floor. "Would you please stop fucking doing that?" I groaned, pushing myself up with my hands, only for him to knock me back down again. "Harry!" I yelled.

"What?"

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?" he smirked, holding his hand out for me to grab. I eyed it warily before reaching for it, only for him to pull it away from me, and smirking once again.

"One day, I swear to god I'm going to kick your ass," I spoke through gritted teeth as I gave him deathly glare.

"In your dreams, Kitten," he laughed obnoxiously. Since he was near the bench and away from me, I pushed myself off the ground, wiping my sweaty hands against my black spandex tights before walking towards the exit. "Where the fuck are you going?" he shouted, as I continued walking, not bothering to look back at him.

"To find Max! I'm going to start knife training!" I yelled back, exhaling heavily as I pushed past the double doors and into the training room. My eyes scanned the large area for Max's bald head, spotting him in the corner of the room with some people.

I made my way towards him, dodging past a few people before I walked into a hard chest. I looked up, my eyes widening when they met a pair of pastel blue ones.

"Hey Scarlett," Blake greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hi, Blake," I smiled back, folding my arms across my chest as I peered up at him. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," he laughed lightly. "We haven't spoken to each other in a while," he cocked an eyebrow at me as I bobbed my head. I was about to say something before I felt Harry's presence behind me.

"Blake," Harry coldly greeted him, placing his hand on my lower back all of a sudden. I looked up at him in confusion but he just stared straight at Blake.

"Harry," he nodded curtly. His pale blue eyes darted to where Harry's hand was placed on me, his orbs narrowing slightly and jaw clenching. Was he jealous? "I'll see you later Scarlett," he said to me in a clipped tone, even though he was still glaring at Harry. He glanced down at me before walking away to the other side of the room.

"What was that?" I inquired, moving Harry's hand away even though I enjoyed the feeling of it pressed up against my lower back.

"I dunno," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Let's go find Max," he suggested before walking away before I even had the chance to reply, leaving me in confusion as always. I shook myself out of the trance I was sin, before following Harry who was already talking to Max.

"Scarlett," he greeted me curtly. "Ready for some knife throwing?" he asked, his eyes glinting mischievously; I gulped and nodded. He led me over to the knife throwing area in the corner of the training room; there were targets set up with a table and knives by each one.

"I'm nervous," I blurted out to Harry who stood by me. He rolled his eyes before parting his lips to speak.

"You're just going to throw knives, what's the big deal?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"What if I kill someone? By accident?" I shuddered, frowning when he let out a snort.

"It's not like it hasn't happened before," he shrugged casually, while my jaw dropped.

"Hmmm, maybe I'll kill you by accident," I smirked making his expression turn hard.

"I wouldn't get my hopes up, Kitten," he growled lowly, as I scowled.

"Stop calling me that," I shot, bringing my hand up to shove him lightly. I gasped in surprise when he shoved me back, with more force as always.

"What're you gonna do about it, Kitten?" he smirked, before I shoved him again.

"I'll end Harry Jr.'s life with one of these knives," I threatened, before my anger disappeared in an instant when he glared at me with rage. He parted his plump lips to say something, but Max interrupted him.

"Enough bickering you two!" he scowled, giving neither of us a chance to reply back when he spoke again. "Trust me Scarlett, you don't want this to turn out into what you had with Blaze," he warned me while I rolled my eyes. Harry had told me multiple times he wouldn't hurt me intentionally, I think I could handle it if our argument got a bit out of hand.

"Yeah, Scar," he said sarcastically. I absolutely hated how well that nickname sounded when he said it, the way it rolled of his tongue and lips curled around the word always had me spell-bound for some reason. "Don't want our 'relationship' to get nasty now do we?" he arched an eyebrow at me with that infamous smirk of his playing on his lips.

"That's enough taunting, Harry," Max smacked Harry's head, quite harshly too, making me giggle a little.

  It seemed like Max was only trying to help me out, but that wasn't the case. He was a serious man, although there were rare times where his sadistic humor would emerge. "Let's start now. Come over here Scarlett," he gestured for me to approach the table, and I did.

On the table, there were different types of knives, varying in different shapes and sizes. I eyed them warily, feeling myself tense up all of a sudden. I've had a bad history with knives. There were times when I'm cooking where I'd always end up cutting my finger; also, they just make me strangely nervous. I had a friend once when I was about fourteen years old; she was a very timid sensitive person. Always took what people said to heart and was very insecure. She'd always self-harm on a daily basis. There was this one time I walked into the bathroom, which was unlocked, and found her holding a knife to her wrist. It was very scarring for me, she died that day, slitting her wrists right when I walked into the bathroom.

"Pay attention, Kitten," Harry snapped loudly, smacking my arm hardly. I scowled at him viciously, rubbing my arm as I turned to Max, my scowl immediately vanishing at the sight of his irritated expression.

"Could you repeat what I just said, Scarlett?" he asked me, his tone deadly calm as I gulped.

I wasn't paying attention, but he wouldn't kill me if I tried to guess what he was talking about. I racked my brains for anything I've read about knives. Suddenly, I remembered Spencer once telling me about a movie he watched called Gangs of New York and how there was a character called 'Bill the Butcher', who was apparently very skilled at knife throwing. I spent that day roaming around the library with Spencer, looking up for information about knife throwing because he was going through one of his strange phases.

"Scarlett!" Max yelled all of a sudden, snatching my attention once again as my eyes darted to meet his.

"I wasn't paying attention but I think you were talking about different throwing knife types. From what I know, there are three types; handle-heavy, blade-heavy, and balanced. But according to research, most professional throwers use a balanced knife- I-I'm sorry I'm rambling," I stuttered towards the end, my cheeks burning brightly as I averted my gaze to the floor.

Max was staring at me with wide eyes, clearly impressed by my own knowledge of knife throwing. Sometimes I know a lot about things but because I have so much information stuck up in my brain, I can never find what I'm exactly looking for.

"Damn, I'm impressed," Max spoke, his eyebrows sky-high, before he turned to pick up a knife. While he had his back to Harry and I, I shot him a smug smile, which he returned with a roll of his bright green eyes. "Okay, since you're getting started with knife throwing, I suggest going with a blade-heavy or handle-heavy knife," he said as he handed me a blade-heavy knife.

"Is it because they have a much easier learning curve than a balanced knife?" I questioned, holding it firmly in my hand from the handle.

"Yes, correct," he nodded, gesturing for me to follow him. He stood in front of one of the targets; I stood alongside him, Harry watching us from a short distance.

My anxiety for knives soon died down once Max started lecturing about the pros and cons of knife throwing. He taught me about the different positions for standing while throwing knives, and he showed me different grips for throwing, although none of them were comfortable for me. We practiced throwing a couple of times, I failed most of the time due to the uneasiness of the grip I had on the knife. Harry noticed this, once Max had left me to practice for a few minutes while he went to aid someone else, Harry stepped forwards to my side.

"That grip isn't right for you," he said, folding his arms over his chest as I chucked a knife at the silhouette of a man, used for a target. It bounced off the target, falling to the floor with a clatter as I groaned in frustration. "Change your grip," he suggested, I nodded in agreement.

He tried to move forward and help me but I held up a hand to him, telling him silently that I wanted to figure this out myself. I examined the blade for a minute before trying a new grip, one I created on my own.

Standing sideways and a couple steps away from the throwing line, I inhaled deeply, staring straight at the target. I adjusted my grip one more time, before taking a few steps forward, quickly and carefully before swinging my arm horizontally and powerfully. Once my throwing arm was fully extended towards the target I simple released it, watching it fly through the air. A gasp escaped my lips when the blade buried itself straight through the middle of the target. Bullseye.

"Holy fuck" Harry breathed, staring it before snapping his eyes to me, gazing at me in wonderment.

"Did you see that!? It hit the target, Harry! I didn't kill anyone!" I squealed excitedly, jumping up and down with my hands in my air. Whenever I did something right here in The Organization, it immediately boosted up my confidence level.

"I did," he chuckled lightly, a small grin appearing on his features. He was smiling an actual smile. One of amusement for sure, but it also had a hint of pride in it. "What did you do different with the grip?" he asked curiously.

"I only changed it slightly. The grip Max showed me put my hand in an awkward position, which I think preventing sufficient oomph in my throw to make the knife stick. Oh! And, when I hold and release like this," I demonstrated as I spoke, playing my actions out with another knife as Harry listened and watched attentively.

   "My thumb had inadvertently caused it to wobble in the air, making the knife bounce off the target instead of sticking. So, I held it like this," I said, smiling proudly as I held up the knife using my own grip. He studied the knife and my grip carefully before slowly nodding.

"Makes sense," he shrugged, pressing his lips together. "Go on, keep practice," he encourage while I nodded enthusiastically. I practiced a few more times, throwing it directly at the middle of the target, hitting it successfully, squealing happily every time I did so.

"Impressive for a beginner. Where'd you learn to aim like that?" Max asked, breaking out into a small grin when I chucked a knife without even looking, it obviously hit the middle of the target.

"I do archery," I said, picking up a handle-heavy blade to try out.

"Really? Our archery station is hardly used. Maybe when you're finally an assassin and on the team, we could get the Masters to practice archery with you," Max suggested, making me grin wildly. At least they were letting me do something I liked. "What d'you think Harry?"

"I think that's a good idea. If she's really skilled, we could make her a high-tech one with explosives and everything," Harry nodded in reply, the corner of his lips ticking up when I grinned at him.

"Well, I've got to go now. Got a meeting with Vlad in ten minutes. Keep practicing, Scarlett! You're doing great!" Max yelled as he ran out the exit. I carried to throw knives, trying not to fidget under Harry's gaze as he watched me launch knives again and again.

"Hey Harry?" I spoke up, twirling my knife around my fingers before heaving it at the target with force once again.

"What?"

"D'you wanna go swimming after this? O-Or I-I mean I can go alone b-but-"

"Sure," he chuckled at my stuttering words. A timid smile grew on my lips as he stared at me with amused eyes, but unfortunately something else caught his eyes. It was more like someone else.

Natalie was talking to two other girls on the opposite side of where we were. Once her cocoa-eyes landed on Harry's figure, a seductive smirk drew across her lips as she raked her eyes down Harry's body. Jesus Christ, woman! I watched in disgust as she tugged her top down slightly and puffed her chest out, even though Harry was nowhere close to her. But his eyes were locked onto her figure.

"I'll be right back. Keep practicing," he snapped all of a sudden, making me flinch before he off, heading towards Natalie. I watched sadly as he approached her, her lips pulling across her teeth as she leant up and whispered something into Harry's ear. A smirk formed on his pink lips at what she said, making him pull away and gaze down at her with lustful eyes.

I looked away, deciding that watching them like that was hurting me for some reason. I continued flinging more knives at the target, taking out all my anger on frustration on them as they cut through the air and stabbed themselves at every part of the target. I couldn't help but secretly imagine it was Natalie I was chucking knives at. Just as I was pulling my arm back to launch another blade, a hand was placed on my shoulder, stopping me from my actions.

"Training is over for today," Harry said, taking the knife out of my hand and setting it down on the table. "You can leave now," was all he said before he began to walk away.

"Wait Harry!" I yelled, grabbing onto his arm. He immediately flinched, tugging his hand out of my grip as he stared at me with hard eyes. His abrupt action caused my heart to fall a little.

"What?" he snapped in an irritated tone, as if I was keeping him from something.

"Aren't you coming to the pool with me?" I asked in a small voice, my teeth tugging at my lower lip. He sighed harshly, running a hand roughly through his curls before he snapped his gaze to me one more time.

"No," he said gruffly, causing my expression to fall. He left right after that, leaving me in the training room with a slightly aching heart and a confused brain.

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~T