It's 7:45 pm, close to 8:00. He better not be late. I've been searching for this guy for months. I reached in my bag and grabbed my notebook. I flipped to the last page that had Roccer's picture and information. Known mostly as the leader of one of the most dangerous supernatural gangs in New York, "Crimson", which means the color of blood, his power is taking the supernatural abilities of others temporarily. This guy seems hardcore, but he doesn't scare me. Plus, I need to know what he knows about my family. As rumor has it, my mother was Roccer's partner in crime before I was born... and also his girlfriend. The last person to see her was him. I need to know where she is. The plan: interrogate.
I've been trying to find my siblings that have been taken away from me when she killed my father. I'm not giving up no matter how hard it'll be to find them.
It's eight o'clock. It's time for Roccer to come to the 'Crimson' hideout to plan what I'm guessing is another way to destroy humans. In my view, they were very predictable when it came to planning, but what made them terrifying was what they did to their victims. I was on a building next to the place they were meeting at. I was kneeling so nobody would see me, but I got a good view of anyone who walked in their hideout. It looked like an abandoned bar, but only members of Crimson and close friends to Roccer could be customers, since Crimson owned the bar and anyone else would be too afraid to look at the place twice. They had money so they owned most areas in the city.
There he is. A black car parked in the back of the building and a man dressed in a suit, probably Roccer's driver, came out of the front and ran to the passenger's seat and opened the door. Feet wearing boots made from what looked like snake skin stepped out of the car. Roccer stepped out of the car. His suit was crimson, of course. His hair was a lighter color - it almost looked orange - and he had a caramel tan. He gave his driver a nod, and the driver returned to the vehicle and drove off. Why does he do what Roccer says without question? I could never take orders from anyone. I've always been on my own, so I make decisions for myself.
When I affirmed that the lot was empty, I climbed down the ladder that was up against the wall, but slipped, falling to the ground. Soft green grass spontaneously grew from the black concrete below. I fell upon said grass, saving myself from excessive injury. I sat up and only noticed minor cuts on my arms and one on my forehead. Nothing hurt too badly, but just in case, I lifted a hand and dabbed at the back of my head. I looked at my hand, no blood. I quickly got up and stood against the dark brick wall. It was night time and it was getting darker by the minute. The moon was my only light until I saw a yellowish light coming from a screen door. I walked to it. I looked through the door to see inside, digging my nails into the screen to look closer. It just looked like a kitchen inside, but nobody was there. The door seemed unlock, so I slowly turned the door knob and it opened. I walked in. There was silence. I heard no voices; you would think nobody was in the building.
I took two steps forward, and someone from behind immediately grabbed me. Their arm was around my neck, while the other arm was around my waist pulling me back. I kicked one of their legs with my heal and they instantly fell to the ground. I grabbed my knife and turned around to face the attacker. It was Roccer. I instantly pointed the knife at him, he was smirking then he started to chuckle. "What's so funny?" I asked, not keeping my eyes off of him. "You." He responded. "I know you've been following me, the question is why?" He asked as though he already knew the answer.
"Where is she?" His smile went away, he knew who I was talking about, I tried to see if I could read his mind but I knew that if I did he'd know I have powers and try to take them and use them against me. I couldn't take that risk. "Where is who?" He raised his eyebrows. He was testing me, I don't have time for this.
I crouched down and held the knife to his throat. I wasn't going to kill him but this was a hell of a warning. "Don't toy with me! You're the last person who saw her, she told you where she was going, now tell me!"
"I can't. I made a promise."
"Since when do men like you keep promises."
His smile grew back. "This was a trap, this was a way to lead you, so I could get rid of you." He said with all seriousness. He looked at my face carefully, I stayed still. Does he recognize me somehow. No he's never seen you, I thought, but he did know you were following him. His gaze suddenly altered, changing to wistful curiosity. He forcefully grabbed my chin with the tip of his thumb and finger. I was trying to jerk his hand away but he held a good grip. "Why is it that when I look at you, I see her." I didn't respond. Him knowing I was her daughter could be good; then he'll have mercy on me, but it could also be bad; he could kill me to keep me off of her trail. "Your eyes are bright green, like hers, and you look like your father."
I pushed his arm off irately. "Tell me where she is NOW!" I was past the point of yelling.
He opened his mouth, probably to say something else that would have made me furious. But before he did, a dart had hit him on the side. What the hell? I turned around and saw a man standing there with a dart gun. "Who are you!?" I asked
"I'm Nick Fury."