Red Mist was in his car as normal. The car was a perfect as the day he received it from his good for nothing father. He smiled, the wealth he had received from his father's passing had helped him keep up the vision he had since day one. He forced his ideals and principles on the city, making them cry out, pleading for him to stop, but their screams and fear fed his addiction. He craved the feeling that cloaked his body at the present moment. He thrust the car forward with every gear shifted. He was on the hunt, on the prowl.
The screams of the city wasn't his only addiction, and aside from cocaine and vodka, the one he loved the most was her. This 'Snow White' girl. He had pleasured himself to her image several times, and he was tired of the false satisfaction, he wanted her, he wanted her tonight. He would take her, and pleasure himself, her body beneath his. He groaned at the thought, and felt himself become hard. He smiled as he pushed the petal further, the engines roared against the cold silent air, tires screamed against the pavement, his car drifted away, the night enveloping him.
Gia was on her way home, the night was sharp against her exposed skin. She sighed and smiled. Images of Kick Ass filled her head, she thought of him, and how kind he was. She shook her head, a grin plastered against her face.
That night had been amazing. He had been with her every step of the way. They took on some thugs trying to mug a kid. Kick Ass, Hit Girl, and Gia had taken them on. The thugs were no match for the three of them. After they demolished the little miscreants and the boy had pledged his eternal loyalty to them, the continued through the city. Kick Ass and Gia ended up on a roof, overlooking the city. Its lights glittered in the black.
They sat together, almost touching, hesitant stares into the blank night may have well just been yells for something physical. She sighed and stood.
"I guess I'm going to get going." she said.
Kick Ass looked up, confused and sad.
"W-why? I thought you were enjoying this..." he said, sounding scared.
She looked down, smiled, and then eased herself down on the roof again.
"I am enjoying this, but I would enjoy it even more if..." she couldn't finish.
"If what?" Kick Ass said, excitement laced his voice.
"Maybe if we talked or, something," she said as she tried to slowly pull her body closer.
He smiled from under the mask. She melted.
The images floated through her head. Joy overwhelmed her. They had talked about almost everything, for hours they sat atop of that building. She hadn't felt this happy since she had been with Damien. A sharp pang of pain hit her in the chest. She tried to erase it with Kick Ass...it worked. She walked briskly along the sidewalk. With every step against the pavement, she felt relief.
Little did she know at that moment, a bright red and black car rounded the corner and turned its headlights off. The car crept along the street, nearing her. The car was slammed into park, the noise startled her, she turned to see Red Mist walking towards her.
"Jesus man, I'm off the clock, what the hell do you want from me?" she said out of exasperation.
He continued walking towards her, a smile on his face.
"Just wanted to see you..." he said as he caught her off guard.
He grabbed her by the throat, and thrust her into the nearby wall. He pinned her hands, pulling them towards his crotch. She felt the tight leather, he was hard beneath it. She knew where this was going, but felt herself slip. She stopped struggling. Confused by her actions he let her go.
He reached up to her mask, and pulled it down. He looked to her blood red lips, he shivered under his own lust. She reached up to his face, she felt the soft mask over his eyes, and then the rough texture of fake hair. She didn't smile, and didn't moan out, she just leaned in and kissed him. She felt something in her ignite. She felt her body wake up, and she felt his arms around her.
They went back to his car, he folded down the seats, a makeshift bed appeared out of black and red leather. She laid down, and as he undressed her she imagined Kick-Ass's hands tugging at her costume, and touching her skin. Red Mist took his costume off. The red and black fabric mingled with that of the white of hers. The only thing that remained was his mask and hair.
Her body cried out for him, and his body growled for hers. Soon they were at it. Their mouths entwined, their bodies became one labyrinth of skin. Her bliss ate at her. Red Mist's body was smooth and tight and fit against her in a disturbingly good way, but she knew that this was superficial. He had just been there, he was attractive, and they had both been hot and ready, there was really nothing more to this.
After a long while in the back of that car he came. The heat of his liquid engulfed her. The contact high was only momentary and then, the bliss was gone, replaced by disgust and filth. He looked at her with loving eyes, and she stared back, her face iced over.
"Do you want to come back to my place maybe? Or out to dinner?" he asked.
"No." is all she could say.
The sex had been mind blowing, it had felt so right, so good, but she knew that it would only last for the rest of the evening, and then...it would be no more for her.
"I'd like to go now..." she spoke.
Red mist looked disappointed.
"Yeah sure.." he said as he handed her the white costume back.
She slipped it on, and stepped out of the car, smelling of sex. He stood with her.
"I really...really...enjoyed that..." he said, he sounded like a child.
She just walked away, leaving Red Mist in the dark.
She slipped into the night, leaving her disgrace on the backseat of the Mist Mobile.