"Um well yea lets take a look then." he said, he was stammering a little bit.

He turned his back and took me to his drawing room, massive fluffy couches and chair s awaited us. I moved the massive hand carved table out of the way and began laying the pieces on the ground. We talked for a little while, he really enjoyed my new collection. That was a relief, it took me almost a year to put this together for him.

"I'm really liking this one." he said and pointed

It was my most recent piece, I had composed it during those long months away from Red Mist. Red paint was smeared like blood down the canvas, black splatters from a spray paint can were scattered like little pebbles on that blood smeared ground. In the center was a dripping face, it was kind and caring but so dangerous looking. The eyes were blacked out, and the hair came down a little into the face. When I looked at that piece I thought of him, and that thought would make me feel whole.

"I need to commission a piece from you, and then a little extra work as well." he said, his voice stern.

"Of course, what were you thinking of?" I asked confidently.

"I need another piece like this, except with a similar face, female, purple and black. I want them to be two matching kind of pieces. Like they go together, a set." he finished

I hesitated, but replied, "Yea of course, I'd love to do that." I smiled to keep suspicion away.

"Also I want you to help me redecorate this apartment. I hate this stupid interior, maybe something modern, and sleek, would you be willing?" her asked.

"I'd love to!" I said excitedly.

"Well its settled then, let me talk to the accountant and see how much of an allowance I can give you for each room, and then we will work out a contract." he said happily.

"Oh Chris this would be amazing, I'd love to do this." I smiled big, this meant more time with him, and that meant me being so much happier.

Soon I left, and headed back to the studio to begin on the new piece for Chris. By the time I got home it was already close to nine. I came home and plopped on my bed exhausted. I opened my computer and checked all the necessary MySpaces. When I checked the hit girl MySpace I saw that red mist had left me a message.

I would like to meet up with you again.- RM

I saw the message and my stomach back flipped. I was hesitant, but replied as my stomach did a back flip

Yea sure, where at?

Moments, but seemingly like hours later, he replied.

401 sanguine ave, in 20 min?-RM

I replied a quick gotcha, and began to get ready. I was shaking with excitement, and dismay. I could barely apply my make up it was so bad. And as I slipped into my romper I felt goosebumps ripple over my legs. I tried to shake it off like the other times, but it was so incredibly hard, and it got worse and worse with each and every kiss we laid on each others lips. I launched myself from my bedroom window, I got directions on my phone, and headed off.

I was late, I had no idea how far away it was, but I hoped this wasn't a trap, still didn't have that much faith in him, he still terrified me, and that's what made all this hard for me. I knew that people always underestimated him, myself included, he may have been kind-of scrawny, but he had a distorted mind, and that's what always made a good villain.

I finally showed at the building. It was an old broken down warehouse by the looks of it. I didn't see Red Mist's car anywhere, and that scared me. I walked around the building, maybe he parked behind it. Ugh, nope...boys. I sat on the curb and toyed with my butterfly knife for a bit. It was the last thing I had from when I had my dad. Every time I stabbed someone with it, it always felt like I was exacting revenge for him, that was my life purpose up till now, to kill the ones that had torn my life to pieces.

Soon I heard the skid of the tires, and saw that monstrous red car tearing down the street. I braced myself for the sight of him, sometimes when I looked at him it felt like I would pass out or throw up, the thoughts terrorized me.

He pulled the car to the curb. I stood, cautiously, I never know who would come out of that car. But it was just him, he didn't see me at first, so I hid in the shadows. He walked to the curb and stood there he looked super nervous, so I decided to kill the suspense.

"Guess who..." I whispered from the shadows.