Red

You read to many comic books

Author's note:

Sorry for that short chapter, I just felt like it needed to end there. So how are you guys liking my story? It's kind of my baby, I've got like a billion drafts of it in my google drive, this is the newest version, so incase you didn't notice i'm really into super heroes. Red is like a mix of the green arrow, superman, captain america and the black canary. I'm very proud of this story I hope you guys enjoy!

(Also I hope you guys enjoy the pic of Stephen Amell's beautiful shirtless body)

"Alex?" Evan stared at me eyes wide in disbelief, "Where the hell have you been! Everyone thinks you're dead Alex, have you seen your brother yet? Lukas?"

"No and i'm not going to." I answered him trufully.

"Why, wait, first come inside, its freezing out there, then I want you to tell me where the hell you've been for the last seven years."

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"Wow, Alex, you're like a superhero, like  Green Arrow meets the Black Canary meets Superman!" He exclaimed after I finished telling him my story.

"You read too many comic books," I told him, laughing, wow I hadn't laughed in a long time.

"Maybe so," he said, "but after your stunt today it sounds like you're well on your way to vigilante territory, all you need is a proper costume, and I just so happen to be a guy who can make that happen for you Alex."

I pondered his proposal for a moment, while I wasn't particularly keen on being a "superhero" I did want to kick some ass, and after today it had become clear that I would be needing a proper disguise, so I said,

"Okay, but no cape."

"Of course, i've seen the incredibles!" He laughed, "Just promise me one thing Alex,"

"And what's that?" I asked.

"Promise me this isn't about your mom, that ship has sailed hon, and it ain't never comin back." He looked me in the eye, looking for any trace of dishonesty as I said,

"No, it's not about my mom." He looked convinced as he leaned back in his chair.

Did I mention I had gotten pretty good at lying while I was away?

"Alright," he said, "I'll help you, firsts things first, you need a kick ass costume."

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So that was how three hours later I ended up looking like a masked sexy little red riding hood, while Evan laughed maniacally as he checked out his work. I was dressed in a black leotard, with, you guessed it, fishnet tights underneath, over it I had a red trench coat like thing that tied around my waist and had a hood that covered a lot of my face. I also had on a bright red wig that went down past my shoulders, a simple black mask and my combat boots, with some major lifts on the bottom. In a word, I was hot. And ready to kick some major ass.

"Alright, now that you look the part, I think we should have some tech, you know maybe I can hack the police department's network, give us access to their records, and crimes in progress." Evan said.

I wanted to tell him no, that this was dangerous, that I could do it on my own, that there was no us, but the truth was I couldn't do it on my own. Or at least I didn't want to. I'd been pretty secluded when I was with the government, I'd missed my friends, I knew it was wrong to put Evan in danger like that, but he was my best friend and I'd missed him. So instead of telling him that I could do this on my own, I thanked him for his help and asked if I could crash in one of his many spare bedrooms.

Once I was alone I let out a deep breath, one it seemed I had been holding for days, maybe even for all the years I had been with the government. It had finally sunk in that I was free. It had been so long that I wasn't even sure what freedom was anymore. I was lost, and I was broken. Seven years ago I had lost everything I had ever cared about. My brother, my fiance', my best friend, my life. I remembered the look on Lukas and Jackson's faces when that man described me, part pain, part disbelief, and part horror. I didn't know what to do with that, I didn't know how I would ever function properly again. That was when I broke down. I hadn't cried in years, not since the first year I was gone, they beat that out of me, but somehow sitting there in Evan's guest room, all alone for the first time in years, I felt moisture run down my cheeks. It started out as silent streaks running down my face, but soon turned into full fledged sobbing, I mean the ugly full body wracking sobs that every girl hates but does anyway. I cried for Lukas, I cried for my brother, I cried for my mother, and I cried for me and all that I had lost because I couldn't go back, it wouldn't ever be the same again. I was dead, and it was best for everybody if I stayed that way.