𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐈𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞?

20th Century Lady

Her "first" appearance was in 1920, the purpose for her presence could not quite be considered of "utmost importance"

The man who called for her was an incredibly successful businessman.

He had practically ruled the entire city, dare I say even the whole state he lived in; he was respected. But behind that facade, he was a bad man.

In each branch he owned, he did something he shouldn't have.

For example,

In his pharmaceutical branch, he had drugs developed. This in itself was not problematic, the thing that was, was the fact that he combined high dosages of drugs together and illegally sold it.

As the sentence implied, it was not approved by the government, and it most definitely was not sold in any establishment, but at dusk in sketchy, hidden areas.

The drugs killed, many, and if it did not, it made people go crazy. Whether from addiction or the altering of the mind.

The man had people killed, people he saw to be threatening to who he was, who he had become.

Far too late into his career, his evil doings had been unveiled and everything was going downhill.

It was a late night, and he had been reading a newspaper with an article against him in it

There were many, and one in particular caught his eye.

That article included a statement from the police, saying that they would be taking action very soon.

He walked over to his office window, which had a view that showed roads rather far out.

The roads were empty, aside from two vehicles.

He could tell they were of the police force, the lights had been dimmed significantly and the sirens were off

But the faint glow is what gave it all away.

He watched as the cars maneuvered the road, inching closer.

He backed away from the window, thinking of what he could do before he spoke the words his father told him.

"Immortal she, return to me"

Once he finished speaking, loud bangs erupted from the other side of his door.

The police cars were too far out to have arrived so quickly, but he didn't know how the supposed "help" would deliver, so he stalked over to the door anyways, against his better judgment

He twisted the knob, and as soon as he cracked the door open, a strong force pushed it the rest of the way, knocking him on the floor as well.

He had expected to see officers storming in to apprehend him and ruin the state of his quarters, but instead stood a tall woman, with long black hair in a sleek red cocktail dress and matching red t-strap high heels. in her hand, an umbrella, open which she held over her head.

The woman walked closer, the clicking of her shoes the only sound overpowering the heavy rain pounding against the office windows

She lowered the umbrella to reveal a catlike face.

She wore bold makeup, the bright reds making a powerful contrast against her unhealthily pale skin

"What is it that you want?" She lifted her hands, inspecting her long, sharp nails, painted a void-like black as she awaited an answer

But she did not receive one, so she repeated the question

"What is it that you want?" She asked again, stepping closer, her dark eyes seemed to shine a dull red

"Who are you?" The man asked

"That is not of importance, answer the question before authorities arrive. Your choice does not affect me."

"I said who are-" the man raised his voice, only to be cut off when the woman raised her heel to his throat and applied light pressure.

"Listen here, you called for me did you not? answer the question or don't."

He hesitated before quickly answering

"I want it all gone."

The woman smiled, showcasing bright, perfectly arranged teeth.

She turned around, opening the umbrella again and walked out the room. Gently shutting the door behind her

A few second later, the door busted open again, but instead of the woman, Infront of him was the police force.

From his spot on the floor, he was handcuffed and made to watch as his office was rummaged through, nothing put back in its original places.

That night, he did not go home.

Throughout the course of weeks, he went through a court case.

He would see that same woman, everywhere. Usually dressed in the same attire he saw that night, or something alike.

In the far back of the courtroom, where there was the least light he would see her, eyes shining as they seemingly pierced through his soul.

In the end, he won the case, and his name was cleared.

He went back to his normal life, the same illegal stunts, the same booming business.

Besides that, he would still see the lady every time he went out. Whether standing completely still in the middle of a crowd or in an empty alleyway.

Despite this, he lived his life normally.

Until one day, it all seemed to cave in.

The man had grown sick but brushed it off as the effects of his age and genetic history. over a course of months, his condition worsened. constantly sending him in and out of the hospital, until finally, he was bedridden under 24-hour care of the government.

His family, or rather his children visited him infrequently. enough to keep him company, and enough to assure him that his company was in good hands

He had hoped for a quick recovery, as he still wanted control over what he had built up, but as his health steadily worsened, it all seemed like a faraway memory.

Then came the day, where everything came crashing down.

He could feel the life slipping from him. he had worries, but with each passing second, they seemed to flee.

His vision was blurred by tears he hadn't even noticed were there but soon refocused when that striking red entered his peripheral once again.

The woman squatted next to the bed, staring him dead in the eye.

She caressed his hand and slowly moved up until she was running fingers through his hair

"Did I serve you well? you asked for everything to be gone, that included your life, right?"

The man tried to get up, but when discomfort engulfed his body, he laid back again. he just opted for yelling

"YOU KNEW WHAT I MEANT. WHY, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS. CHANGE IT BACK!"

He watched as hospital staff flooded the area, scurrying about. he couldn't care less about what they were doing, fixated on yelling at the woman in red sat Infront of him that the others in the room seemingly couldn't see

He screamed, yelled, shouted until it was as though all the energy faded from him, an odd yet comforting feeling surrounding him.

His eyes slowly closed, the large and menacing grin behind those blood red lips burning itself into his quickly fading conscience.