Chapter Four: Tuesday
Leah entered Atomic Comics. She immediately spotted her group of friends and walked over to them. "Hey you came!" Katie beamed.
There was something different about the atmosphere. Leah looked at Katie who looked at Dave who looked back at Katie. Yep, Katie defiantly knew that Dave wasn't gay now. She cautiously sat down next to Todd who, not so subtly, gave her a once-over. She sighed. "So Todd" turning to him, "I was wondering if you could point me in the direction...or show me yourself, of...some Spider-man comics? Or Batman, that works too." All that was racing through her mind was Red Mist.
Todd smiled slyly. He started to stand up. "Sure thing, they are right over there by..." his smile faded a little "D'Amico and his huge body guard."
Marty turned around to see where Todd was looking. "Yeah, dude, what happened to D'Amico?" he asked as he turned back around. "It looks like he got the shit beaten out of him or something. Dave, go over there and look"
"I'm not going over there" Dave shot back. "Well neither am I" said Marty who looked at Todd.
"No fucking way dude" Todd said, "I'd rather eat thumb tacks than confront that big guy."
Leah, Katie and Ericka watched them bicker back and forth before Leah looked over at Chris D'Amico. A wave of concern and nausea hit.
He had cuts on his nose and lip...and one large bruise on his jaw. These bruises, they couldn't be the same one Red Mist had...could they? She had to see for herself.
Standing up Leah said "I'll go, not cause I'm interested in seeing someone bruised but because the Spider-man comics are over there...right?" Todd, Marty and Dave nodded. She sighed and spun around on her heel towards the rows of comics.
What felt like impending doom over came her as she neared Chris D'Amico. She loathed his very being, there was no way in Hell he could be Red Mist.
The Spider-man comics were located exactly across from the ones he was thumbing through, so she had no choice to but look at his face. Time slowed down as she examined his bumps and bruises, his cuts and scabs.
After a moment he made eye contact with her. "Hey" he tried smoothly and winked at her. She just stared at him before picking up some random Spider-man issue and walking away.
A heavy feeling of relief came from her. Chris D'Amico's wounds were not in the same places Red Mist's were. How could she have been so silly. Chris D'Amico was scum, there was no way he could have been Red Mist.
And Red Mist was most certainly not Chris D'Amico.