Chapter 2
The woman sat up in bed her red hair a frazzled birds nest of fiery orange. Looking to her right she found a native American woman whom was sleeping soundly. Cursing herself the redhead got up and looked around grateful it was not her apartment so she could sneak out. Grabbing her clothes and dressing quickly the woman stumbled out of the small studio apartment only to hear sobbing coming from the other side. This is what the redhead hated the weepy ones who after amazing sex and a sleep over would ball their eyes out. The woman ran to the elevators clutching every shred of dignity and her purse with her as she concluded her usual weekend ritual of a walk of shame. She rode down in the elevator with an old woman whose only words were "good for you red." Tearing out of the apartment complex she had been in the woman frantically drove to her own in order to change for work. She pulled in and ran up to the building hoping her roommate would buzz her in. " Eugene come on this isn't funny I really need fresh clothes and I'm already late." A short pause happened before Eugene spoke in a fake accent "sorra noah onea herea by dat namea prease try agrain rater." Pressing the button again " so you're a racist now aren't you Flynn" and with a final buzz the door popped open and the woman rushed inside making it to her apartment in no time flat. Unlocking the door, the redhead flew past her douche of a roommate who was enjoying a cup of coffee nursing a hangover of his own. As the woman flew inside her room slamming the door behind her, her roommate shouted " you know you're a terrible person right." The redhead emerged in a white shirt and black pants her middle finger extended as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door slamming it again to emphasize her earlier hand gesture.
Arriving at her job late the redhead flew up the stairs getting to the penthouse office just as the woman she worked for arrived. " Ms. Idunna your coffee is on your desk and here are your reports on the companies futures and your schedule for today." The older woman who looked upon the redhead as though she were a child leaned over grabbing the folder from her "perhaps you're not completely useless after all huh." Finished with that the woman walked past her closing the door behind her. She is such a bitch all the time the redhead thought it has to be pain or stress, someone can't be that bitchy by nature. Sighing the redhead settled into her chair that sat just in front of her bosses' office. Her day flew by and ended with its usual 'pry-the-drunken-billionaire-off-the-frightened-client' who was the poor sap today thought the young woman who walked in to Mr. tanakka tied to a chair with her drunken boss dancing around him. Confusion graced his eyes as the red head picked up the drunken older woman and carrying her to the small apartment that sat above her office. Flopping her boss on the bed thee redhead turned out of the room shutting the door behind her and receiving a text from her friend which read
Snow: you want some range time tonight oaken said we could stay as late as we want just so long as I lock up as soon as were done. He included two boxes so we could go hog wild!
Sighing the red head typed a hasty response:
Me: K
Sliding her phone back in her purse she rode the elevator down to untie the client who was ever grateful and rode down with her in the elevator. Parting at the parking lot the red head climbed into her beat up Chevy impala and headed off to see her friend.
The red head met her friend at the door who was all too happy to see her. The woman whom greeted her was tattooed with skin so pale it mirrored the name the redhead gave her. "so what's up snow do we want to shoot shit or what?" the redhead said as snow followed her back to the range and gesturing towards a pair of lit lanes where two revolvers sat. she looked over to snow who was grabbing two sets of safety goggles and handed one pair to the redhead who accepted them. "so snow what happened last night all I remember is waking up with some Indian and having a hangover to which death was preferable." Snow brought up gloved hands and started to sign quickly as to what amounted to "you got drunk scared a white haired woman, kissed the bartender and followed that Indian home." Sighing the redhead put on her hearing protection and picked up a thirty-eight special which she aimed down range while glancing at snow who had brandished a forty-four with custom blue and gold grips and a red hammer. The red head fired freely putting all her anger into riddling the paper cut out at the end of the range. Once her six shots were done the redhead eased out of her stance flipping open the revolver while tapping the rounds she had fired and looked at snow. "What did the woman who I gave my number to look like," rubbing her temple starting to remember what had happened. Snow just held her hands in front of her own breasts and mouthed the words "huge tit's" as she flipped the forty four's cylinder back into position and pointed it down range. Firing again the redhead felt ease wash over her as anger left in the direction of the projectiles she fired. Finishing their boxes of ammo, the two women brought in their targets which were fairly impressive. Snow had a target with a smiley face on it and its groin area was peppered. Snow blew on the barrel admiring her work while the redhead just looked at her target spying groupings around where the heart, liver and head were on the outline. Putting the thirty-eight down the redhead turned to her friend and said thank you and getting a coy smile along with a crushing bear hug from the raven haired mute. After closing up the shop the two friends said good bye traveling to their perspective apartments.
Arriving at her apartment the redhead silently unlocked the door to her apartment to find Eugene passed out in front of an episode of maruto with a jack bottle in his hand. Chuckling at her roommate she went to her room to try to remember last night. She did remember the white haired woman but couldn't place whether she had given the woman her number or not. A faint vibrating in her pants confirmed her suspicions. If only my phone had a continuous vibrate feature she thought and unlocked her phone to find a text message from an unknown number
Person: do you remember me?
The redhead pondered if she remembered seeing anyone with white hair in her life other than the ridiculously old ones. Bringing up the keyboard she typed a coy response hoping there wasn't any hidden meaning to the message she got.
Redhead: Aren't you from the bar last night LOL;P
Trying not to hurt feelings wasn't the redheads strong suit she remembers her many one night stands who bawled at waking up alone. Suddenly her phone lit up announcing she got a call but from a number that she didn't have in her contacts list nor did it match up with the number she just texted. Flipping one of the twin braids she sported over her shoulder before pulling the phone up to her ear with a slight hesitation as to what she had inadvertently done. "h-hello" the red head stuttered into the phone before a voice came across to her which was thick, deep and German. "guten tag, um my friend seems to be very distraught so I was wondering if you could use some more information." The man said adopting a Midwestern accent or normal American English. "is your friend a white haired woman about six foot three with huge boobs." "ja that is Elsa and she hasn't stopped her…" dropping the phone the redheads mind flew back thirteen years to when she was ten. I was standing in a pile of mud crying when I saw her she froze the bullies' feet to the ground and gave me back my doll. With a face of sadness, the redhead picked up the phone off the ground and tried to catch the German man before he hung up. "So wait she's here in the city and not in Norway." The German just gave her a quick "ja" before shouting at something in German. "she was hoping you would have remembered her, from the way she describes you she still hasn't gotten over your departure. She said that you and her were close but hearing the joy in your voice I don't have to imagine it." The redhead had tears in her eyes and was ecstatic to know her long ago friend was in town. "miss, she wants to see you desperately but can't manage it I will give you the address she is staying at and how to get in again miss if she wasn't so emotional I would set you two up but she hasn't come out of her room since last night when I picked her up." "I'm coming over now and don't even try to say don't." hanging up on the spot the redhead grabbed her coat and practically flew to her car carrying the notes she copied down from the man and racing to the address which was not too far away.
Arriving at the complex the redhead pressed the number of button she had written down on the sheet and started to speak but was hushed by the buzzing and the door being opened by a british man who smiled at her and greeted her with a "gooday" before closing the door behind her. Ascending the stairs with ease the redhead thoughts boiled over when she reached the door. Gulping loudly her ears pulsed with the nervousness she had been suppressing with joy at meeting the woman she knew she had a crush on for forever. But thinking that she might do more harm than good the redhead hung her head and started to leave. She was stopped by a hand on her shoulder which was almost womanly if not for the callouses and dirt that graced it. Turning the redhead was looking at a man towering above her almost six foot ten and had extremely grey hair and a red stubble coating his chin. "you must be her "gulping loudly now afraid the woman felt very small and just nodded at the man who cupped her shoulder and got down to her level inspecting her with a careful eye before frisking her. When he finished the redhead felt violated and kept her distance from the man who seemed to be as serious as he was tall. But the voice she heard was the same as on the phone. The man turned and headed towards the door stopping at the entrance and gestured for the redhead to enter. Heading his advice, the small woman walked into a penthouse apartment which was modern in design and felt warm. The man closed the door behind them and went upstairs gesturing for the redhead to stay put. After a brief and heated discussion in what sounded like German a woman came down the stairs dressed in sweats and had a single frazzled French braid running right down her scalp and draped on her left shoulder. The woman turned to face the redhead who was just standing there shifting from one foot to the other as the man excused himself to grab drinks which the woman declined but the redhead approved. Left alone the woman just seemed in awe of the redhead who was just trying to figure out who this woman had become. Without warning the woman turned on her heal and flew up the stairs her hair giving a blonde shine as she passed in front of a mirror reflecting the setting sun. Returning the tall man looked at the woman who had just fled and sighed. He handed the redhead her glass and gestured for her to take a seat on a sofa that was so plush the redhead almost disappeared in it. The German man's features softened as he looked at the redhead, "so you are the famous strawberry blonde I've heard so much about allow me to introduce myself I am Heinz cross assistant to Mr. Scythe and personal friend of Elsa who has been rather distraught since I brought her home last night." "my name is Anna Bergen and I work for Ms. Idunna arndall who owns the shipping industry that works out of Norway I'm technically an assistant slash secretary for her and also a long ago friend of Elsa." The German grew flushed when Anna mentioned her boss and looked at her like she had just killed his dog "you had best not mention your work to Elsa she has a beef with Ms. Arndall." puzzled the redhead tilted her head looking at the man who was noticeably tired. Sporting heavy bags under his eyes It was a miracle he stayed awake. "Elsa hasn't been easy to look after since she saw you in the bar last night I imagine it had something to do with the time you spent as kids."
The man downed his beer before getting up from the couch offering a helping hand to the redhead who was having troubles. Sweeping his hair back much in the way that woman whom he called Elsa did he just sighed "look if you want drop by again she should be better tomorrow she has to otherwise whose gonna catch all the crooks in this town." Leading the redhead to the door the German opened it letting Anna out with more questions than answers. Was that really Elsa? No, the Elsa I knew was regal and full of life not the scared rabbit of a woman I saw in there. Who is this Heinz guy and what is he doing to Elsa? Do I ruin everything I touch or just every person? Elsa's a detective? God the sexy roleplay opportunities…. God what is wrong with me I loved her like a sister until I left, why did I leave? Anna's phone snapped her back into reality, pulling out the phone only revealed a drunk text from the woman she slept with last night. Feeling like a guilty monster Anna hung her head and tromped down the stairs and back to her own apartment.