Murderer x Reader

Chapter Forty-Nine

Above is Jammie, Archer, Charolette, Lottie, and Zane! Just for anyone who was curious!

I tried my best with this chapter! But I'm not good with descriptive writing! ^^;

Second Person POV:

You sat at a table looking at your phone, sipping some ice water. You watched Archer's building every now and then, seeing if something changed. You watched a whole group walk out of the place, and start to walk towards here...Why? You shrugged, maybe they're going to get coffee. You looked back at the building and blinked...Huh...The lights were on a minute ago. That's weird. You heard the door open, seeing the whole group walk in. You sat there trying to mind your own business. You looked over at the tv, "If you see a Black Mercedes-Benz GLA-Class car, please call your local police department imminently. The police are looking for the vehicle after a woman claims she saw the young y/n. As we all know, they have been missing for two-four months." Then you watched one of the men turn off the tv. He threw some keys to another man, "Go take Archer's car and trade it out. Alright?" The man nodded running out and quickly getting to Archer's car. You sighed, What's even going on? "Confused?" A man asked curiously. You looked over slowly nodding, "H-How...How did you know?" He smirked, "You and Archer's daughter are framed on his desk, I recognized you and assumed he didn't tell you anything that is going on." You nodded, "Yeah...He didn't really tell me anything..." He nodded slowly, "That makes sense, Alright," He sat down next to you, "Archer is planning on taking over the business." You stared, "Can he get hurt?" He nodded, "Really, Really hurt...But I'm sure he'll be okay, as long as Jammie is with him." 

Jammie's POV:

I watched about twelve people from security run over. Flashlights flashed at us. "Archer! Quit this! We can work this out!" He smirked, "I think we have a better plan, isn't that right, Jammie?" I smiled nodding. One groaned, "Please...What were they thinking putting you with this, pipsqueak." I stared, "Excuse me?" He chuckled, "C'mon Jammie...Archer is taller than you and bigger than you in size. It makes more sense. Just go home, Jammie. You don't want to get hurt." I stared, who the hell does he think he is? I ran over tackled him. Hearing everyone try to run over to stop me, then heard Archer start to knock people on their feet. After I twisted his neck, I kicked a guy's legs knocking him over, starting to stab him. I flinched hearing Archer's gun go off, unaware if Archer was alright. One after another, I kept hitting and stabbing, continuing to hear Archer's gun. After a few minutes, I got up, looking over. Archer whipped his hands on his coat. "You have to stop being so angry with your height. This could have gone smoother if you just kept your mouth shut." I stared at him, "You want to get crushed by my thighs like Jamison?" I asked pointing to the man I was just on. He sighed shaking his head. "C'mon...We should go find where the boss is hiding." I nodded running down the hallway, Archer following me. I kicked open a door and looked around. Archer flashed a flashlight he stole from a guard. Nothing. We continued looking around, for anyone. But we found nobody. At all. Archer groaned, "I know he is here. God damn... Maybe we shouldn't have done this inside." I could barely hear what he said over the fire alarm. "We should hide?!" He stared at me shaking his head.  I took the flashlight running from him. "Jammie!" He yelled. I turned the corner tapping on the wall. I waited and heard a tap back. "Sir...You have to get out of here...I've stalled as much as I can." He'd groaned, "I can't Jammie. Archer wants me dead, and won't stop till I'm gone." I sighed, "Well you have to do something! At least come out of hiding and try to have this role out slowly." He sighed, "Fine fine..." I got up and ran over back to Archer. "Where the fuck did you go..." He whispered. I shrugged hanging him the flashlight. He groaned and started walking down the hall I followed holding the grip onto my knife, "You know... I haven't been as real with you as I should." I eased my grip, "What do you mean..?" He chuckled, "You do an amazing job... And I know I never take appreciation to what you do. And I really should...I'm sorry." He sighed, "You shoot good, and you protect well...And I really like being with you." I smiled slightly. "Thank you, Archer." He groaned, "You...Can call me Archey."  I smiled, "Good to know, Archeyyyy~" He laughed a little, "Don't say it like that!"  We turned the corner seeing the boss. Archer held his gun at him. "Halt... Turn to me at a 90° angle." Archer demanded. I watched him turn 80°, Archer shot his knee, "Wrong. That was 80°" The boss looked at me for help. I didn't move at all. "Now...I want the company, Jammie and I are going to run it, and there is nothing you can do about it." He smirked. "Yeah..? You know Archer...You talk...Way too much." He pulled out a gun from his pocket and fired at Archer. My eyes widened. It was already too late for Archer to block or doge... I ran over and took the bullets for him. Feeling them hit my gut. I groaned hitting the floor hard. Archer didn't react at all. I heard his boot walk over me and straight at the boss. Hearing two guns reload. One successful. Then hearing gunshots, then muffled yelling...That's... Strange...When did my ear start ringing...God, I'm getting tired... Who's turning out the lights..?

Archer's POV:

I grabbed onto his hair, pulling. Hitting his gun away, "Why the hell would you pull a stunt like that!?" He chuckled, "Now now...Jammie was going to betray you anyway...He ran over here and told me to get out of here earlier. Do you really think Jammie was in love with you? It's been a whole act. Just to betray you. But...He got a little out of hand..." I growled, "Shut it! You have no idea what you're talking about!" He chuckled, "C'mon, Archer...I know you better than anyone." I shook my head, "You don't know shit!" He took a deep breath, "November 20th, 2000. Jammie poured twelve milk cartons on you after your confession to him. You dropped into a depression, especially after your parents found out. After the abuse with your father, you decided enough was enough and on December 4th you killed the both of them, starting your life as a criminal." I hit his face with my kee. "Who the fuck told you that!?" He stared at me, "I said I knew you, Archer." I growled, "Nevermind that! Give me the fucking keys to the building, or I'll get them forcefully." He shook his head, "I already called the police and they're on their way." I stared. "You really called the police...With all the illegal shit you do, why don't you think they won't arrest you?" He growled, "Just who the hell do you think you are!?" I chuckled, "I do know one thing. The human body has 206 bones in it. And I'm going to break all of yours!" I smiled laughing. "The police are already in the building..." He said smiling. Fuck. I grabbed him and opened the window outside of the meeting room. Tossing him, knowing he'll land in the garbage compactor. I threw a paperweight having it start to compact. I said I was going to break his bones, and his knees are already shot, so he can't move well. I ran back and picked up Jammie. His pulse was there, but he was unconscious. I got up groaning, This was great. I heard a group start to run out of the elevator. Well...At least I'll get some exercise?

Second Person POV:

You stared at the gentleman next to you. "So...If Archer does succeed, you all get your own freedom, and If he doesn't, you could all get treated worse..?" He nodded. "And you put all your jobs at risk for this?" He nodded, "It's Archer. There's no way he wouldn't be successful Besides, the police that showed up aren't getting past much...And if they do, they have a good reason to arrest our boss." He looked at his ringing phone, "Pick up the phone!" One yelled through the crowd, considering it was loud, "You broke a bone!?" another yelled, "I'd love a scone!" The man in front of you would groan getting on a chair, "Everyone! For god's sake! The boss is calling!"  You watched everyone start to worry, stopping their conversations. He answered putting it on speaker, "Hello, Boss?" It went dead silent for a while, then a voice. "New boss, who's this?" Archer said. Everyone's face went happy, Some starting to cheer. "Thank god you're alright!" The man said smiling. Archer groaned, "Yeah...I am. Jammie is unconscious with 12 bullets to the gut. I'm taking him to an emergency room at the moment. Can you put them on the phone?" He chuckled, "What's the magic words?" Archer groaned, "Right fucking now." Some people laughed as he took it off the speaker and handed you the phone. "Muffin..?" Archer asked. "Y-Yeah? What's up?" You asked nervously. "I do not want you to worry about me. I was shot in the shoulder, but I'll be alright. Jammie on the other hand probably won't." "What happened..?" You asked concerned. "I was shot at, and I didn't react in time, Jammie jumped in front of me and took the bullets for me. They hit his gut...And he isn't waking up. He still has a pulse...But," He sighed deciding not to continue, "I won't be home for a while..." You nodded, "Of course. I understand..." He sighed, "Thank you...I should go now... Goodbye... I love you." You smiled, "I love you too, be safe." He chuckled, "I sure am trying." The phone hung up and you handed the gentleman his phone. "Thank you," He smiled, "Say, we're going to go back and fix all of the things the Archer and Jammie did, would you like to join?" You smiled shaking your head. "No thanks. I've already got a crazy fiance to deal with." He chuckled, "Suit yourself! Until we meet again!" He said leaving through the front door. Kinda seemed like a weird way to go...With the number of times, you and Archer have left through windows. You smiled to yourself, wondering how safe you'd be with this man.