I think it goes without saying but I'll say it anyway, I don't own Fairy Tail or its characters, only Hiro Mashima does.
Prologue
Imagine a girl about 17 years old, her hair such a glorious golden color it could outshine the sun's rays. She has such fair skin Snow White wants to be in her shoes, but the most redeeming feature of this girl so gorgeous, has to be her eyes. They are the biggest deepest eyes you could imagine, the kind you get lost in for days and not care in the slightest. To top it all off, her eyes are a luscious golden brown that perfectly contrasts her skin.
There is, however, one bad side to all of this, while to many during the day she may look like an innocent, well rounded, absolutely blissful individual, her eyes tell a different story to those who care to look. They hold her past. She unknowingly holds the gateway to her very soul open to the world to see, but does it? Of course not, nobody would ever think to look past her 100-watt smile just to see if it's sincere.
To her friends who saw her every day, she was just a normal high school girl, with nothing to worry about other than grades. They thought they knew her completely, to them she was Lucky Lucy Heartfilia, heir to the Heartfilia Konzern, but later when she donned her red hoody and stalked off into the night, she was Lil' Red.
Lil' Red was a notorious fighter, strong willed and ill tempered, a combination that isn't pleasant when mixed (at least not for others). She always wears the red hoody. The hood drapes over her face enough to just barely make out the bottom of her mouth, thus concealing her identity quite well (kami only knows how she sees with it on). The sleeves hang just above her fingertips and the hemline of the sweater stops just above her thighs and a zipper down the middle with a pocket on either side.
But the finishing touch on what many would say is a plain sweater would have to be the color. Never in history had there been a fabric this shade of red, it simply didn't seem possible. It was the bloodiest red imaginable, the crimson color was so deep that no matter how much light was on it, the cotton sweater appeared to be made of what could be assumes was fine silk or velvet. Sometimes it even appeared to be in a liquid state, which frightened many away from her and at the same time, heightened the rumor that her hoody was originally white, and only turned red from all the blood that was shed onto it by her opponents.
This didn't seem to bother Lucy very much though, in fact, in seem to bring her peace. She liked the feeling that people could tremble at her strength, and determination, not just her influence or money, it was like she got to be a whole other person, the person she wanted to be. The way things worked at night on the streets made her feel free, and she loved it. She had worked hard to attain freedom, freedom from her title, her father, and most of all her happy-go-lucky façade she had put on for nearly everyone she had ever met.
She stalked the night, ready to pounce on any prey that may wander by, little did she know that lurking in the shadows of the alleyway was a predator hunting her. A foe like no other the girl had come across before, eyes that blend with the night follow her every movement as she walks without purpose, though now she might want to run as no one else can catch a poor bunny like a wolf can.
Huh, so this is my brain at 3:30 in the morning, cool.
