Red

Where's the big bad wolf?

I would like to state that I was aware that me being dressed as a sexed up kick ass red riding hood was deeply ironic. Which I'm sure is what Evan was going for. Even so that wasn't the annoying part, the annoying part was that every bad guy I faced seemed to  feel the pathological need to ask where the big bad wolf was. I of course shut them up pretty quickly, but nonetheless it was still frustrating.

My first fight in costume happened the night after I found Evan, true to his word he had hacked the CPD's database and got live access to their crimes in progress. So that night I borrowed Evan's Harley and went to check up on a report of a drug deal going on downtown. So that was how I found myself behind an old dive bar staring down a dickwad who was trying to sell some cocaine to a kid who barely looked sixteen.

"Well hello there gentlemen, now what is it you two are up to this evening?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

"Back off short stuff," the older guy said, then after giving me a quick once over he continued, "go play dress up somewhere else, or you might just find your big bad wolf Little Red."

I bet he thought he was awfully clever. And damn I thought the lifts made me taller!

"Hahaha your so funny, how long did it take you to come up with that one? Alright, now how about you step away from the kid, before I make you." I took a step towards him.

He started laughing,

"Oh yeah, I'm so afraid, little red fucking riding hood is gonna kick my ass, ha! Go home lady."

Even the kid, who had remained silent up until this point started laughing too. Oh well I thought, I was gonna try and do this the nice way, on second thought, no I wasn't. I smiled as I walked forward and socked the asshole in the face. That was when he got pissed.

"Alright you crazy bitch, I usually don't hit girls, but for you sweetie, I'll make an exception." 

He tried to punch me in the face, but I dodged and caught his hand and slightly twisted it. He yelled in agony and dropped the cocaine. I shoved his head against the wall too and knocked him out, for good measure. I heard sirens and decided it was time for me to go, but I couldn't just let the kid get away, he had to learn, so I grabbed an old piece of pipe or something, and wrapped one part around his hand, and the other around the handle on a dumpster, I also put the cocaine at his feet. Then I got on Evan's Harley and drove away, waving at the cops as they passed.

I was on a roll, for the next several weeks I had been out every night without fail, (it wasn't as if I had anything else to do) tracking down drug dealers,rapists, and even a few murderers. In that time I had found out that a huge amount of the city's crime had to do with drugs, I knew that there was one guy, the head honcho in charge of it all, but I was really struggling to find the asswhipe. Most of the time the guys I fought we're just the low level thugs, the muscle of the operation. I wanted the brains.

Who's your boss!" I shoved that night's drug dealer against the wall. I felt my eyes glowing, the terrified look on the thug's face told me that my assumption was right. He dropped the meth he had been holding on the ground, the guys he had been selling to all scurried off but I didn't stop them, I was more worried about the guy I had pinned to the wall.

"Wha- what are you?" He stammered. Now at that point I could have said something really cheesy like, your worst enemy, but I really didn't want to be that person so instead I asked again,

"Who do you work for?" And promptly smacked him in the face. He didn't say anything, but I knew something was up when he smiled as he spit blood on the dirty sidewalk. I threw him with a fair amount of force, into a nearby dumpster, and turned around to face the men I had heard trying to sneak up behind me. I smiled.

I beat the crap out of all of them, the last one, who was properly scared shitless, after he had tried to stab me and had only been able to scratch my face, gave me a name. I knocked him out, and laid the cocaine on his chest. I was so distracted that I hadn't noticed the teenager with a smartphone who had recorded the entire thing.

At that point the cops showed up, of course, so I didn't have time to get out of there. So as the cops arrived I ducked behind a dumpster, again.

It was just my luck that my brother and Lukas were the ones who showed up.

Jackson looked around, surveying the scene and pointed at the guy whose head I had smashed into a wall,

"Well would you look at that," my brother whistled, " I'll be damned, that's Johnny Santiago, the guy's been on our most wanted list for the past three years, but we've never been able to find any evidence against him."

Ha go me.

"Somebody had to have knocked him out, and look at that, that's about five grams of Meth just sitting on his chest."

"Looks like someone had it out for this guy." Jackson replied.

Lukas just continued surveying the dealer, finally he cuffed the guy and he and Jackson dragged him into the back if the police cruiser. They then bagged up the Cocaine, after of course frisking the guy for weapons, and finding the knife he tried to stab me with.

"It looks like he stabbed someone with this recently, let's send some uniforms to canvass the area and see if they can find a blood trail." Jack reported.

"Alright, let me just take a quick look around, something feels off to me," Lukas decided.

Ten minutes later when two more squad cars showed up they finally left, and I silently ran down the street to where I was parked and sped off.