I always thought that life had a cruel sense of humour. From the day I was born, to the day I well... died, I always knew that somehow- with no explicit reason or cause to action – the universe would make it its job, its soul mission if you will, to screw you over in the most miserably ironic way possible. It's just the way things go.

Let me elaborate.

It's like, a traffic jam when you are already late, or a no smoking sign on your cigarette break. It's like rain on your wedding day, or a free ride when you have already paid, it's ridiculous! ...Ok so I may or may not have been quoting lyrics there, but I feel I brought my point across pretty well. Bottom line: Life will do whatever it can to kick you in the metaphorical nuts!

And the Man in the Moon just sits there, watching on. Silent as always. Not one word in over three hundred years...

I shook my head to clear it of its thoughts. I could throw myself a pity party later; after all I had eternity right? So what better way to spend my time than moping around and whinging about the neglectful Guardian while watching Friends reruns with a spoon in one hand and a tub of chocolate ice-cream in the other! I had all the time in the world for that later, but right now I had a job to do.

I straightened my back, feeling the satisfying click of my spine stretching as I stalked my target with my eyes from my perch on a single story high tree branch. The man ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply, revealing everything he felt about his day in the one laborious breath. His eyes were drooped and sad, never raising them to look at anything higher than the sidewalk directly in front of him.

Never breaking visual contact with the man, my left hand loosened its grip on its weapon while my right reached slowly over my shoulder and behind my back, drawing one perfectly crafted wooden arrow from my fastened quiver.

Five hundred meters.

Four hundred meters.

The man continued to walk closer and closer in my direction, oblivious to the silent attacker behind the cover of tree leaves.

Three hundred meters.

I drew the bow and pulled back the string slowly until it reached its maximum tension, poised to strike at my unsuspecting target.

Two hundred meters.

Deep breath girl, focus on the task at hand. This is not the time to be distracted.

One hundred meters.

I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes, my unruly black mop fighting against the restraints of my hair tie. Hmmm, I was going to have to cut it again soon. NO shut up, focus on the task at hand god dam it! Nothing was going to make me miss this shot.

The man was so close now I could see the deep chocolate brown of his pain filled, unsuspecting eyes.

"Now or never I guess" I muttered under my breath, and released the arrow, sending it hurtling through the air at lightning speed until it collided with a deep thud into the man's chest, and shattered into thousands of pieces instantaneously.

"Bingo" I sighed softly, trying not to draw attention to myself nor the sudden attack... which in hind sight was useless, seeing as no one could physically see me anyway. Perks of being invisible and all...

Fastening my bow back around myself so that the string passed over my right shoulder and across my chest, I hopped down from the tree and surveyed my handiwork. The man was crouched over on the sidewalk, his hands grasping at the newly made wound in his chest in an attempt to ebb the pain.

Now this is the part that one might expect the man to keel over dead on the side of the road, being the lone victim of a rampaging teen archer at close range. I can almost see it in the headlines now...

However, drawing your attention back to the fact that life is one big, ironic bitch, this is where things get interesting.

The man, suddenly clueless to any kind of physical or emotional trauma that he just went through, rose from the ground and began running full pelt to a woman sitting on a bench not that far over. Like some badly scripted scene from the 'Bold and the Beautiful' or any other visual junk food like it, the man proceeded to grasp the woman's face and engaged it in a passionate kiss.

"You're welcome" I mused dryly, rolling my eyes at the sickeningly sweet and to put it bluntly, desperate display of affection unfolding in front of me.

Not wanting my breakfast to repeat itself, I pulled my faded red hoodie up to shield my eyes and turned away ready to leave the scene.

"Happy Valentine's day" I cheered flatly to no one in particular, however hearing a soft chuckle from the direction of the tree I was perched in moments before.

Scanning the tree of all signs of life, I saw to my surprise two pale, bare feet that had not been there long. My eyes continued their journey upwards... a pair of brown jeans... a faded blue hooded sweatshirt, before settling on bright gleaming blue eyes, and a shaggy head of white hair. The boy was leaning casually against the trunk of the tree, on the same branch as me minutes before.

I rolled my eyes and the new arrival, peeling down the hood of my sweatshirt for a further inspection.

For all intensive purposed he looked the same. Same head of shaggy white hair, if a bit longer, same mischievous glint in his eyes, same lopsided smirk of a smile, same faded blue hoodie that took preference to all other clothes.

But most of all, he was the same arrogant, egotistical, narcissistic, smartass jerk as I remembered. Great.

"Hey Cupid" He said with his trademark smirk when I refused to acknowledge his presence. "it's been a while."

So there it is, Chapter one! Woooo! I know it is a bit short but hopefully I can make it up to you guys in the next chapter! Remember to review, please and thank you! :)