I laughed, and walked towards the sound of his voice. He always had this crazy joking manner about him. Like this whole life was a dying laugh, it attracted me to him. But I was cautious.
"Red Mist, how kind of you to join us." I said quietly.
"Well for some reason I just cant stay away from you...your positively breathtaking." he smiled as he walked from the shadows.
"Yea well dream on shit-stick." I said, some arrogance in my voice.
"Oh I will." he winked at me from behind that mask.
"You two know each other?" Kick Ass asked.
"Unfortunately..." I replied slowly.
"Unfortunately?" he exclaimed, "I thought we had a great time the other night!" he was laughing again.
"Yea," I looked to Kick Ass, " he threw a throwing knife into my back for fucks sake."
"Someone actually landed a blow on you? Unbelievable." he said quietly.
"Yea hard to believe, I know." I said as I scampered up the fire escape.
"C'mon sexy! Don't leave yet, I've only just started spittin' my game on you girl." Red Mist was terrible at this, it was almost embarrassing.
"I'm not leaving, just keeping my distance...a super hero, and super villain are standing right in front of me. I don't want to get involved in your shit, I've got enough of my own." my words were like smoke.
"Well I think both of us are far too intrigued by you to care about each other...right?" Red Mist said turning to Kick Ass.
"Yea pretty much." Kick Ass replied.
"They call her The Chemist." Red Mist spoke to Kick Ass.
"I know...she told me. Shit why does everyone have a better costume than me!" he joked.
"Well mine is better because I didn't buy it from some shitty retailer online."I said.
"So?" red mist said.
"I made this..." I trailed off
"Really?" Kick Ass said.
"Well yea...why the fuck not? Its harder to trace...plus I'm not rich," pointing to red mist, "or stupid," pointing to Kick Ass.
They seemed to be entranced by me. In all honesty I really didn't know or care too much why.
"So...you said you knew what she was?" Kick Ass said to Red Mist.
"Other than a stone cold fox? Yea...shes not one of us. Shes a new breed. Basically a sociopath, lacking most of her compassion. She also fears what she is, a mask. The way she treats this occupation is amazing, relishing every victory, living for the kill. Shes an animal. But my guess is that she wasn't always like this. She seems to be fueled by anger and redemption. I'm guessing some bad shit went down...right?" Red Mist asked me.
"Yea..." I whispered as I slowly climbed down the fire escape.
"Well, in that case shes like me, shes lost someone. But unlike me, she refuses to make the trouble. Like you," looking to Kick Ass, "she finds comfort in helping...but the way she goes about it is a little...unorthodox." he finished and I sighed coming off of the fire escape.
"Why all the white and black?" Kick Ass asked me.
Be fore I could reply Red Mist replied for me.
"It's the basic good and bad, wrong and right. Its interesting though that your costume is so bold, to you there is no grey, even though you are the most grey I've seen. You let drug dealers deal to kids, and then you kill them...why not stop them?" he asked.
"It's character building." I said.
"Knew it." Kick Ass said, and rolled his eyes.
I looked to my feet, I was ashamed that someone could pick me apart like this. Was I that readable? Was I that easy to peg? I cursed myself for this.
"What do you want Red Mist?" I asked, trying to keep the tears back.
"I wanted to say that I'm sorry for whatever it is that happened. But we cant have someone on the fence out here...pick a side." he voice was cold and unforgiving.
He slowly walked over to me. His boots crushing against the pavement. He leaned into me, and whispered into my ear.
"pick one...before you do something stupid and get yourself killed, your too good looking to waste it all on this kind of life..."
