Streets of San Francisco, 1987
Scarlett walks into the shop, looking around at the place that she was at the day prior. She walks up to the counter, noticing a familiar-looking boy around her age doodling in a notebook. As she makes it up there he feels her presence and immediately chucks the book onto the table next to him.
"I'm here for a pickup." Her voice is more high pitched and friendly than usual.
"Name?" he asks, going through the book.
"Uh, it's under Little Red." She laughs, stating the name.
He chuckles at the name put down, noticing the bike she's here to pick up. He then looks up at the girl, finally taking notice of her face. He flinched slightly at her face. "Holy shit. Sorry, your voice doesn't match what you've got going on up there." Scarlett is slightly taken aback by his statement. "Shit that came off rude, but what I meant was that your voice doesn't match your face- but your face is fine! It suits you well... really well." He mutters the last part.
Scarlett stares at him, her resting face looking slightly bitchy before snapping out of it and smiling, her scar creasing slightly with her dimple. "Don't worry about it. I get that a lot."
He then takes the girl to the bike and hands her a helmet." And here's a helmet, you're gonna need one."
"Ah shit, forgot about it." Scarlett pulls out cash from her jacket, handing it to the kid.
"Nah, complimentary." He refuses the cash.
Scarlett laughs, "It wasn't an offer." She places the cash in his shirt pocket. "Consider the change as a tip."
He looks at her hand leaving his chest and looks back at the girl, smiling. She puts on the helmet, thanking him.
"You're welcome, Scarlett." She stops moving. She turns to look at the kid through the opening in front of her eyes.He realizes what he said and rubs the back of his neck "My dad uh, he does business with yours."
"I see. What's your dad's name?" She drops her fake voice.
"Martin, Velasquez."
"Holy shit! Really?" Scarlett removes her helmet and gets closer to the boy "Shit I can see it now. Sebastian, right?" he nods his head "Fuck I knew you looked familiar."
"Yeah, I had to make sure it was you. Well-I mean I know you so it wasn't hard, but- sorry I'm blabbering. Well, I figure you're busy so I'll let you go."
Scarlett nods and gets back on the bike, replacing her helmet back on her head.
"Tell your brother I said hi. I haven't seen him in like a year."
Scarlett stops once again. "...yeah."She starts the bike and rushes out of there. Riding aimlessly with only one thought. 'What the fuck?'
She stops at a gas station a few miles away, parks her bike on the side, and heads inside the store, buying a bottle of soda. She walks up and places the bottle on the counter. She looks out the door as the attendant makes small talk. She notices a young girl walking down the street across. As quickly as she notices the girl, someone pulls her into an alleyway. Scarlett rushes out the doors, not even bothering to pay.
She rushes towards the alley, dodging cars on the busy San Francisco street. She makes it to the entrance and she sees the man holding the girl with one hand around her mouth and the other holding a knife to the little girl's neck. Scarlett bends down, taking the butterfly knife out of her sock, slightly relieved that it was no longer digging into her ankle.
"Let go of the girl." She struts up to the man, leaving him no room to run.
"Back off, I wouldn't wanna hurt two pretty girls in one night." He puts the knife closer to the girl's neck, her whimpering slightly as the blade draws blood.
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Red Roses ~Marcus Lopez Arguello
Fanfiction"Year by year, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. Whatever effect it had is mixed in like dye. Like a White Rose dyed red." ...