RED.

5

* 'Kyle' *

You see, I still couldn't believe I'd gotten away with it, a part of me was always waiting for her to see straight through my bluff and call me out for the absolute fraud I am due to the fact that I was acting like a goddamned fool.

Like what the actual fuck is wrong with you Dante?

Who do you think you are?

Frank-fucking-Sinatra? Waltzing in there and cracking stupid jokes, trying to be all suave and shit.

And that 'Red, like the color?' nonsense? Of course it had to be the color you fucking dumb piece of shit.

She probably thinks I'm a sad fool.

A part of me knew she had no reason to doubt me though, especially now that I'd just saved her from those Imbecilli, but maybe it's because of the way she looked at me, like she could see into my soul or some shit even though I knew she couldn't actually see.

And those bloody idiots.

it makes me so angry just thinking about them.

The confusing thing is why would I be angry just thinking about them?

This realization has me so fucking confused that I've decided not to deal with it all.

You weren't allowed to feel anything in particular towards the client, the subject or the task at hand, after all, they were just assignments.

Emotions cloud the mind and dull the senses and in my line of business, just a little slip can cost you your life. I've seen friends end up with a hole in their chests because they felt too strongly about a particular subject.

I vowed I wouldn't go down that line.

I wouldn't be so fucking stupid.

But here I am, contemplating why I would be so fucking pissed that some people have decided to kick one random girl around.

I've seen worse.

And worse didn't arouse a single emotion in me.

It seems though, that there is in fact, something fundamentally wrong in what they are doing, that and the fact that I can't understand why anyone would want to do that, not necessarily because she's blind but she's just so...nice.

Like something so excessively sweet that you cringe from just the taste of it.

And maybe that is why they treat her the way they do.

Over the course of the past six months, I'd received pictures from my client of the person currently behind the door taken in different forms of action from walking down the street to reading something in her bedroom with a little background history attached to each photo so I'd know who I was dealing with although that didn't stop me from doing some research on the girl called Red before I embarked on this mission.

Two months prior to my move in with my decoy family, I paid a small visit to this town, booking a two weeks stay at some makeshift motel just to get a general feel of the town I was going to reside in for as long as it took for me to complete my mission.

I would walk into grocery stores, the tennis court, the town park, play grounds and even the local pub where I knew the booze was good and the truth flowed in excess beneath drunken slurs and impulsive rambles.

I'd ask about the family a few blocks down that moved in ten years ago.

And although the replies were varied, they all said the same thing.