Anne Red

It's Not A Problem, It's A Hobbie

It had been years since Anne had last seen her infant. Eventually, she gave up the search, assuming Erin dead. Anne spent years mourning her daughter, trying to heal with alcohol. This, of course only made her consumed by addiction. Alcohol and cigars on a daily. No one knew or cared.

Anne walked into the empty bar, empty except for one man. No, not a man, a mutant. She smiled, pleased with the fact she wasn't on her own. The mutant turned to look at her from his seat at the bar. Anne nodded at him and continued, walking behind the counter. Back facing him she scanned the shelves, stopping at a bottle of vodka. Taking it she removed the top. Its strong aroma planted itself in her nostrils and she grinned a toothy grin. Lifting the bottle to her lips, she began chugging it. Not flinching, she finished the bottle, placing it down on the counter as she turned. The mutant stared up at her. "I bet you can't go 30 minutes without a drink." he snarled. Anne smirked "Oh yeah?" she retorted, "Challenge accepted!". The mutant stood up and removed a backpack from his shoulders. He set it down and opened it, removing a bottle of vodka.

"If you go 30 minutes without drinking it, I'll pay you 30 PWD." he smirked. PWD is a shorter term for Pre War Dollar, it is equal to 7 USD. Anne grinned and reached her hand out and they shook. "The name's Alan." he exclaimed. Anne nodded and replied, "Just call me Red". Red sat down in front of the bottle as Alan stared at his watch. "13 minutes left." he called out. Red let out an exasperated sigh and fiddled with the bottle. She took it in her hands, reading the label. Then, she opened it, taking a whiff. It smelt almost, sour. Bored she raised it to her lips, chugging it down. She cringed slightly at the taste, setting it down. Alan laughed hoarsely, "That's vodka mixed with human urine. Mostly urine." he spoke through laughter.

Red snarled, "That's a dirty trick". To her displeasure Alan responded with more laughter.

"You really do have weak restraint." he smirked. Red thought for a moment, and then turned. Snarling, she rushed Alan. Ramming him down, she fell down with him. Quickly, she mounted his gut and swung her fist into his face. They collided, a gut wrenching smack echoing in her head. Again, she hooked him with the other fist. Alan grabbed her throat and began to choke. Abruptly, the door to the bar was kicked open. In walked two men. They were well dressed, one dressed in a long coat and a mime mask. The other wearing a tanktop, jeans and he too, wore a mime mask. Both of them looked at Red and Alan. Red seized the chance and hooked Alan in the cheek. Hastily, she rolled off of him and stood. The eyes behind her glasses were unmoving from the men. Red looked to Alan "You're right" she chuckled, "I really do have bad restraint."

"Well, well, ain't this a party," the coated man joked maliciously. His partner brandished a knife while he slowly slid brass knuckles on his fingers. "We don't want no trouble" Red snarled. Ignoring Red, the man went on "Two muties' in Crane Town. Probably think they's safe from harm, eh? You're wrong." Red looked to Alan and whispered "Can we resume after we 'handle' these two?" Alan nodded. Red cracked her knuckles and smirked. "Hey, we can still all walk out of here, unscathed." Red offered. "Shut it, mutie." he spat. Red glared furiously. Alan looked at her. She looked back, only for a moment. Then, her eyes returned to the men. Slung on her back was a wooden bat with nails impaled into it. Menacingly she removed it. The bulked end rested on her shoulder. The men both exchanged looks before charging. The coated man rammed into Alan, the other blocking Red. He slashed the knife at Red, slicing her arm. Red yelped and parried. She slammed the bad into his chest, a deafening crunch was heard on impact. The man fell, bellowing in agony. Red leaped over him towards the coated man. He was to preoccupied beating Alan's face to notice. Red drew back her bat, preparing for another swing. She slammed it into the attacker's lower spine as he had mounted Alan. That too sent the sound of broken bones into the air. Alan bucked him off and rolled to the side. Both of the attackers lay on the ground, writhing in agony.