The Blooded Hood

chapter 1

REDS POV

"ANSWER!" I yelled, trying to keep my voice calm beneath my rage and annoyance.

"Please, I don't know, I never meet him, please IM BEGGING YOU"

I sighed with annoyance, my temper rising "why don't you, just tell me what I want, and you'll have a less painful death"

He shakes his head vigorously "I DON'T KNOW, I.... I DONT, I REALLY DON'T PLEASE SPARE ME,"

"WRONG ANSWER," I said and killed him. I felt no guilt nor pain.

They never give me the answers I need anyways. A shine of dark red caught my eye I looked at my hood. I watched as my red hood turned from a strawberry red to a deep red and it glistened in the pale moonlight. I wiped my blade on the dead man's shirt and began to draw my signature mark with his blood that's pooled around him.

I drew the upside cross on his head and made my way back to my little place within the woods.

Once I reached the forest I walk past all the trees and followed the path, lingering deep into the forest, the scent of death mingled with the sweet smell of flower I continued until I reach a bridge. At the end of the bridge is a small cottage surrounding by water

I cross the bridge and reached my cottage I looked at it from the outside. It's a brown box basically with a little porch area and three or four knives placed within its support beams holding the damn box up and the knives within them for "safety" reasons. It's simple, It's discreet. It's....my only home.

I walked up to the door unlocked its four locks and made my way inside. I looked around and felt as if something was different. I scanned the house and seen my little black couch was fine right next to my table and bookshelf that's holding all the books I've collected from my "travels".

I picked up my knife and slowly made my way past the hall and towards my room.

I looked around my room and see everything was where it should be. My red blanket and pillows on a queen sized bed, next to it my little nightstand that's holding my lamp and other books and a dresser near the window.

Wack

Pulled me out of my thought and I ran to my living room grabbing a little white mouse with a black spot on its head that's trapped within my bookshelf.

"So your the one causing me to think there's someone in my house"

I said looking at the little mouse as it looked and me with its little black beady eyes while trying to escape my tight grasp.

I walked to my front door and placed the mouse outside but he didn't move, he just sat there looking and me, when he finally turned around, out into the dark. Once the mouse left I closed the door locked all four locks and walked to my bedroom.

I entered my room and walked over to my bed pulled out a row of secret shelf's and placed, my little hand knife inside one of the dressers and closed it, then placed my larger knives that I had strapped to my thighs and placed them in the second draw and closed that one.Finally, I took off my hood and folded it and placed it in the third draw and looked at it and how red it was reminding me of all the sin I've committed.

Once upon a time ago the hood was as white as freshly fallen snow and as pure as a newborn's heart,then again so was the girl who use to wear it and now it's as red as the blood of those who she has killed and now can even challenge the evil of the devil himself,what remained of the little girl no one can see, for she no longer is a part of me. The blood of those who she has killed is splattered across her blooded hood

Slam

I closed the shelf with a slam loud enough to wake up the gods. I looked around my room and thought about the man I killed tonight. He had nothing on the lumberjack and that pisses me off. You would think a man with such power would at least know something on another crime lord but

Noooo they've always got to go out with a sense of pride. I really and truly, hate people.

I pulled myself up off the floor and got up on my bed, took off my black combat boots wrapped myself in my blankets and fell asleep.