Author's Notes: Funny one. Short story to help cheer me up.
Theme: Red
Fear
"Hide Reeve, Red is coming," my secretary hisses through the intercom.
There is barely time enough to dive into the closet and close it before I heard the door of the office open. Footsteps grow far to close for comfort. The alluring scent of the red-one calls to me, and somehow I manage to resist. Finally I hear footsteps receded, and I release the breath I have been holding.
The footsteps pause. I have been heard! Soon the scent returns full force and the door of the closet is flung upon. The red-one joins me in the darkness, much to my displeasure. A shout of disgust almost escapes me before a strong hand clamps down over my mouth.
When I finally escape the closet I flee as fast as possible to the offices of the Turks. I run right into the arms of Reno.
"Yo, what is going on ma? You look like you got tortured or something."
"Closet… Hiding… Red… Hurts…" I whimper.
"Shit, Scarlet did that to you AGAIN? You poor guy. Come on, let's go get you some pain killers and enough drinks to kill some major brain cells."
Obediently I follow the younger male, and hope that there is enough booze in the world to wipe the memory of Scarlet's lips from my mind.