Red Is The Color Of Happiness

Chapter 2: Satoshi

“Makka...”

“What?”

“Nothing...”

But It wasn't nothing. It was death. It was red. It was a heartless killer.

“Whatever, kid!” The cop said to me.

“I'm not a kid...” I replied, quiet enough that he didn't hear me.

I was just arrested for something bad. I investigated a crime scene Makka had caused, without a permit or license, and plus I am only sixteen.

“Why'd you go explore some crime scene anyways? It was quite really gruesome, something a boy your age shouldn't be seeing?”

“None of your business.” I replied coldly.

“I suppose your right, kid. But you should know your going away for a loooooooooong time for going to that crime scene. That killers a big deal. You also did ruin all the evidence gathered.”

“I'm not going to jail.” I said, as I pressed a knife up to the cops neck.

“H-hey! Take that blade off my neck!” The cop uselessly shouted.

“Sure, if you pull over. And right next to that alley” I devilishly replied.

The cop pulled over.

“Good boy!” I said to him, as I stole his gun. “Now, turn off the car.” I commanded.

He did as he was told.

“Thank you. Oh and I should apologize in advance for all the pain your going to go through.” I took the end of the gun and bashed it into the cops head, knocking him out. I then took both his hands, pressed them together, and shot through the both of them. I then got out of the car, and shot the front left wheel.

“I really am sorry, but I needed the info of the crime scene for some stuff. Farewell.” I said as I abandoned the car.

“Makka, I'm sorry, but it is time for me to seek my revenge, and it is time for me to end your sad, red, murderous little life!”

I walked into some old and ugly alley.

“Hmm, there's not a drop of red here. Then why'd I even come here, then? Stupid me, coming to a black alley! I should of searched for a white house to stain with some red coloration!!!” I yelled into the darkness.

It was a clear night, not a cloud in the sky. The moon was shown bright enough that you could see a black rat pass over a black road in the light the moon was generating.

“A white house? Your in the wrong place, honey.” A calm voice called out from the darkness.

“Who said that?” I yelled into the distance.

“That would probably be me” A boy walked out of the shadows and pointed to himself. “Do you... remember me? He asked.

“No, I don't know who you are, and I don't care. But what I do care about is covering those pure white clothes your wearing into a crimson red color!” I said, remarking the white sweater and white pants he wore. And to make it all worse, his hair was white, and went down to his neck.

“You killed my parents. You covered them in “Pretty red” as you say.” He tried to hide some obvious anger, but failed.

“Red is a pretty color...” I said, thinking of how pretty the color really was.

“Ok then. Kill me. Cover me in this “Pretty red” as you still call it” he happily said.

“Of coarse it'll cover you in red! It'll be super fun!” I replied, coming at him, baring my knife. By the time I was directly in front of him, I raised my knife, preparing myself to see the beautiful red that would soon gush out of his chest, painting those pure white clothes with my favorite color, that unholy red.

But that never happened. He dodged the knife as it slashed downward.

“Don't move!!” I yelled, as I attempted to cut him up three more times, failing three times also.

But then, he took out a knife of his own, and slashed my arm! It hurt like the burning Hell. I fell to my knees, dropping my knife, gripping the wound on my right arm with my left hand.

“You wouldn't of felt this much pain if this knife wasn't dipped in a big bowl of holy water! And by the way, look at your arm, bitch!” He said, angered.

I obeyed and stared at my arm. White. White leaked out of the wound. WHITE!!!!! It felt just like the red that leaks out of humans, but it wasn't red. IT WAS WHITE!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS NOT RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I-it's white! What did you-” I was cut off by his blade skimming my cheek.

The boy threw the knife behind him, and pulled out a gun. He pressed it to my skull, hard enough to push me over.

“Just shut up and die!!!” He yelled.

And that was the last thing I heard before fainting onto the cold unforgiving ground.