In My Head

-Red Wilson-

Red unlocks the front door and slips into the apartment quietly, hearing the tv blaring, she crosses her fingers, and hopes whoever was watching tv is asleep. Tiptoeing carefully down the entryway, Red looks over to the couch and sees two people sleep-cuddling. Rolling her eyes at the duo, she walks over to the tv stand, and quietly turns it off. Pausing for a couple seconds, Red reaches down and grabs the camcorder off the stand. Then she slips past the sleeping couple, and heads down the hall to her room. Once inside, she turns the lights on and puts the camcorder on her night stand, facing the rest of the room, and drags a bean bag in front of it, then reaches forward and turns it on.
*click*
“February 6th, 2017, 1:20am”
Red plops down on the sleeping bag. “Geez, where do I begin”
Red rubs her face for a second.
“Guess I'll begin when I became Red… like Lucy”
Red takes a breath, thinks for a couple seconds, and begins.
“My mother was one of the many idiots who hooked up with my father, who is, obviously, Deadpool. One night stand kind of deal, the only difference end up being me.”
Red sighed and shook her head.
“I got lucky, she could of gotten rid of me before I could even take a breath, or dropped me off at some kids care home. But she didn't. Once my mom could leave the hospital, she dumped me on my father's doorstep rang the doorbell a couple times and then drove off. A few minutes later Dear Ole’ Dad opens the door, finds me, and BOOM!” Red makes an explosion shape with her hands. “I become Red. I've been training since I was old enough to handle a weapon, without killing myself of course, which was much younger than you would think. I got a piece of my father's regen abilities, so I'm a little bit harder to kill than a normal person. Funny right? Vanessa, my step-mom hated the training, she wanted me to have a normal life, but she still understood why I had to train, but she practically had a cow when my Dad took me on a “mission” with him. If you can't tell, she's kinda my mom. Anyways skip forward a couple years,..” Red adopts a sickly sweet tone “Aww you killed your first man, Daddy's so proud of you, Aww did you make that chimichanga for me? Daddy loves you too.” She drops the voice and continues “Skip some more, and Carnival Night. CN was probably the worst and best, sort of best, nights of my life, my Dad got a new client, a really annoying, but rich, client or at least that's what he told Vanessa and I. Daddy wanted to, and I quote, “A nice, quiet chat” with the client's even more annoying kid out of the way.” Red takes a deep breath “Isn't this great Little Red? Just you and me, all alone.” She mimes, then makes a face. Then she smirks. “I nicknamed him ‘The Creep’”
*click*

(Little authors note, if you are interested in this story and want to see more go check it out on Quotev... I have more chapters uploaded there...but the updates are just as inconsistent.....
Bye :3)