"Casey? Casey?!" A boy, roughly fifteen, sixteen at most, lounged on his bed, oblivious to the female voice that was calling him through a speaker. He twisted one of the rows on a Rubik's cube before proceeding to twist a column. He started at the now completed puzzle, all six faces each one color. He sighed and began mixing up the cube again to start over.
"CASEY DREW DEVERS!" The now shrill female voice yelled over in intercom. Casey rolled him eyes. He ever so slowly took him time in place the Rubik's cube on his nightstand, rolling onto his stomach and pressing the small red button that allowed him to reply.
"Yes mother?" He asked in a bored tone, his chocolate brown hair flopping roguishly down in front of his right eye.
"GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" The static let out a high pitched squeal that made Casey flinch.
"Yes ma'am. Whatever you say ma'am," Casey complied, releasing the button, "psychotic bitch...I swear if there weren't photos, I never would've guess she was my mother." He sighed and sat up. He trudged down the stairs, picking off some of the white paint at the top. For the last year or so, Casey had been slowly picking off the paint off the underside of the top of the railing. Currently, it was just a blob. He then proceeded down the rest of the stair case where his mother was waiting for him, arms crossed and her left foot tapping a slow beat that was in sync with the old Grandfather clock that was standing next to him.
"Yes mother?"
"WHAT IN HEAVENS NAME IS THIS?!" his mother shrieked, holding up a sheet of paper, which Casey recognized as his mid-quarter grade report. He saw nothing wrong. All A's, of course. There was nothing wrong, so he took a closer look.
East Valley High School Mid-Term Progress Report
Student: Casey D. Devers, Class: Sophmore
Pre-Calculus/Finance Algebra - 100
English 11 Honors - 100
AP Physics - 100
AP World Economics - 100
Advanced Studio Art A - 100
AP French 3 - 99.97
Casey sighed, eying the almost perfect grade. Damn his perfectionist mother. Damn her.
"You have a niney-nine in French, young man. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Je m'excuse la plus sincèrement chère mère. J'essaierai plus dur pour accomplir des qualités parfaites," he replied, his pronunciation flawless and his accent sexy to a point where he would have most girls swooning. However, his mother was nowhere near "most girls," so...
"Je ne m'attends à rien moins," was her curt response, he accent and pronunciation also perfect. Casey nodded. "You are dismissed," his mother said coldly, "I expect to see a one-hundred percent the next time I am shown your grades."
"Oui madame. Évidemment madame," Casey said, his hazel eyes averting his gaze to the floor. His mother nodded, finally satisifed, and walked away, she sharp, four inch stilettos clicking against the smooth, hard wood oak floor.
"Clak, clak, clak, clak..." went his mother's shoes. Casey turned back to the stairs made his way to his haven. Once back up in his room, Casey closed the door behind him. He walked over to his bed and pulled of his shirt. Tossing it to the ground, he lifted his covers and burried himself under the safety of his blankets, covering himself in the rose-smelling sheets. Though it was only three in the afternoon on a Saturday, he managed to curl himself into a ball like he did when he was younger and let the darkness of the layers of cloth drown him with no intentions of resurfacing.
A/n: Two things: 1) Casey is a LOT more angsty than I planned, and 2) BAD MISTY! This is the what - Third? Fourth maybe - story that I've started. I really do plan on getting far in this one. If I'm lucky, I'll finish it. I'm out for the holidays with a two week break. I'm actually REALLY excited about this one.
Anywho, this is basically MY interpretation on how Red-X (via Season 3 and so on) came to be. And no, he's NOT Jason Todd (a.k.a. Robin eye-eye/II/2) because I said so! I know Jason's the popular non-Robin Red-X, but for this, he's not....so HA!
The French was translated via an online translator. Here's what they mean in English:
"I apologize most sincerely dear mother. I shall try more hard to achieve perfect grades."
"I expect nothing less."
"Yes ma'am. Of course ma'am."
Hope you enjoyed!
In the next chapter: the REAL story begins (dun dun duuuuun...)