The Marksman

Chapter Four-The Truth

My eyes flick open. Am I still falling? I look around and see I am somewhere entirely different. Where the heck am I?  I turn my head to the side and see that I am in an apartment but it is not mine. I sit up slowly remembering that I was just shot I think a few minutes ago. I feel something press on my stomach. I look down my shirt and see my chest is wrapped. I move to sit up, my hands press down on something soft but really hard; I am sitting on a hard couch, yep defiantly not my couch.

"I would take it slow if I where you." a voice tells me from behind.

I turn around and see Red Hood leaning against the couch, "How long have I been out?" I question.

"Hmm...about three hours." He tells me.

"Huh....can you tell me where I am?" I ask.

"You're in my safe house. It was the only place I could manage to get us here without getting bullet holes in our skin. By the way you're welcome." He tells me walking away from the couch and into the kitchen.

"Um...thanks. But I'm going back to my apartment thanks. I thank you for you're hospitality and all but I really need to get going." I tell him.

I know I sound like a rude bastard but I need to return home and.....oh what the heck. I don't want to admit it but I am a bit overwhelmed  by what just happened and Red Hood being so open. I have a feeling that this isn't how he usually acts. But to him I'm a person in danger so why wouldn't he try to help me.

"Um, but if you haven't noticed; you where almost killed three hours ago by Dead Shot!" He yells, "It's not even safe for you to go back to you're apartment because Dead Shot found you in an alley with me there. He is following you and is keeping tabs on you're every move. So you are staying here if you like it or not." He tells me.

I flinch at his sudden out burst and all I can do is nod my head. Why am I agreeing with him so easily now all of a sudden. This isn't like me, my attitude has changed. I would have been enraged by what he just told me and I would have left. I don't like it, but he is trying to protect me. I some what did asked him for help and now I should at least listen to him for right now. I am not going to give up my tough girl act just like that no thank you. I stand up and feel light headed immediately and sit back down placing both hands on my face.

I feel Red Hood sit down next to me, he places something down in front of us. I glance up and see a glass of water sitting on the coffee table. I look at him, "Is that for me or for you?" I question him.

"It's for you. I figured you might be thirsty after all you did loose some blood." He tells me.

I grasp it and take a sip of water form the glass and place it back down on the coffee table; "Thank you." was all I could manage out.

I ponder on the thoughts of what my father will do to me if I do not show up to the damn military base in New York. God bless it, I was suppose to call him. I groan in frustration and throw myself back.

"What's you're problem?" Red Hood asks.

"I have to call my father so he won't send one of his marines to my apartment if I don't call him." I groan out.

"Sounds a bit paranoid if you ask me. But you guys are targets of Dead Shot so there's really nothing you can do but be paranoid even when a loved one lives in this god forsaken city." He tells me.

I close my eyes for a moment and open them when I feel Red Hood's body weight leave the couch. He heads into a room and shuts the door. Bedroom, is all I can think. He comes back out in a black shirt and denim pants and a red domino mask on. I blink a couple of times when I realize that he has black hair and blue green eyes. (I've heard he has blue and green eyes. So I'm putting it where he has both, and yes its an actual real color. Look in you're Crayola crayon box for the color blue green.) I sit up straight but only feel light headed again. I grab the glass of water and drink it down knowing that I will have to pee later. I stand up slowly and walk to his kitchen and place the glass of water in his sink and walk back towards the couch only to freeze in my tracks.