Red (And Blue) Like Roses: Volume 1

A Penny for your Thoughts?

Trust was a funny thing.

It was something everyone wanted from everyone else.

Some people trusted no one, some people only trusted close friends.

And some people were complete idiots and trusted everyone, from the charismatic mercenary with a gruff exterior, but a heart of gold. To the poor wounded civilian that was dying in an alleyway.

That was the mistake of the kindly old folks that took him in.

They had been a great help in nursing him back to health these past few weeks, telling him about this new dangerous and exciting world he found himself in.

They told him about such awesome things as Aura, Grimm, hunters and what really got his blood pumped was Semblances. the idea of him having some kinda hidden power unique to him was a game changer.

Still if this world was to be a fresh start, then Issac gates and the couple that nursed him back to health need to die a tragic death in a home robbery gone wrong.

But Felix would survive.

"Ah Issac, what are you doing up this late?"

The old fart that found him in the alley all those weeks ago walked in, carrying that stupid little bag of his that he carried to work every day.

"Waiting for you actually." Felix told him, "I want to have a talk, but your wife wanted to see you in the kitchen first."

The old geezer nodded, set the stupid little bag next to the door like he always did and went off to the kitchen. Felix leaned back in the one seat chair he was sitting in and fiddled with his knife, the only one he had left from his world.

As expected, a scream came from the kitchen. In a casual, almost leisurely way Felix went to the small kitchen to find the old man crying, over the broken body of his wife.

It was fucking hilarious.

"What happened to Mrs Grey?' Felix asked voice full of 'concern' and 'shock.'

Yeah that was another weird thing about this world, everyone was named after a colour for some reason, it was fucking weird.

"She's dead." The old fart said with deep sadness in his voice. "Who ever stabbed her and killed her will pay." He promised with rage in his voice.

What a fucking drama queen.

He was also wrong, Felix made sure to correct him.

"Actually, the cause of death was drowning." He drawled out, "The stab wounds were added in post death, for dramatic reasons."

"What?" oldie said in disbelief.

Now came one of Felix's favourite parts.

"She drowned." He informed the idiot, "Never saw it coming, she kicked and screamed, but I guess aura doesn't stop drowning, huh?"

"You killed her." Was oldie still going on about that? Really?

"No, no, no. The water killed her, haven't you been paying any attention? I just held her under as she thrashed and screamed."

The old man then gave one of those wordless screams of rage, the type fed and rebels would some times give when he killed their friends. old and ugly then charged, but Felix simply sidestepped him, and sliced open his throat using his knife.

The fact that his knife from his home universe could cut through aura was sure to give him an edge in this world.

The old man was now on his hands and knees, blood coming from his throat like a waterfall.