Red Eyed Queen

Bloody Red One

Somewhere under ground of Paris, France I am getting ready to fight someone until their death is near. I had on a loose black t-shirt and top it off with leather jacket. I wore black leather leggings. I hid lot of small but dangerous weapons somewhere in my body for back up purposes. I put concealer in my nape to hide a tattoo that's been there when I was around five years old.

"Red, are you ready for the fight, Queen of Gangster or should I say A—" Purple asked me grinning but I stop her before she even finish her sentence. I don't want to hear that word.

"Yeah. Shut up." I said to her sternly then walked out of the dark room. This room is especially for someone like me, gangsters. Purple followed behind me.

"Seriously you're the coldest person I know," she whispered, but I heard it. Tss she whispers but I hella could hear her, useless.

"You know what happened." I said with my usual tone which is monotone. My voice could be considered 'cold' by most people. We walked down the hall and reached where people are calling out my name. Well my well-known name, Red Eyed Queen. Tss my gangster name or code name was Little Red but eventually changed into that, Red Eyed Queen.

"Ok, sorry." She utter with a peace sign using her hand. She walked the opposite way: she joined the crowd while I went to the ring of the arena. Everyone yelling, screaming, and cheering for me and the other gang that dared to fight me. The announcer then ask if we were all set and ready to fight.

"Are you ready, Red?" I nodded as a response. "How about you, Dangerous Pain Gang," he ask the DP Gang and their leader nodded as her gang's response.

"They are both ready! So let's get this shit started! This fight will be hand in hand combat no weapons! One vs. Twenty? Who will win this fight?" Some where yelling my name and some were yelling the opposing gang. The announcer then pulled the trigger as the fight starts. They attacked me by group of three or four.

The first group attacked me, four people. They were attacking with punches but I just caught their punches. I am by far faster and stronger than they are. One person came from the outside of the group that was attacking me with weak punches. He kicked me which caused me to drop on the floor. I recover by 360 turn that cause my opponents to fall on the floor, those four guys that was punching me including the guy that kicked me. There another ten people that attacks me, but I punch them like my very own punching bag at home. Such a weaklings. I don't know why they are called fighters.

The last group of four people attacked me all at once but in a split of seconds, they were kissing the floor.

Then their leader attack me with a knife, but no one dared to stop the fight even the referee because they are so engage to the fight. She try to give me a wounds; sorry to say that she was the one who got scar for life. I took the knife then stab her knee that cause her to fall down on the floor.

"Woooaaahhhhh this fight is the best!!"

"Red, you're the devil!"

"You're so hot with that outfit, Red!"

That's some of their praises to me, but I don't care really. Some were still doubting me. I took my reward and left the arena. I went to my Big Bike sadly I saw Purple Gemstone or as people call her Purple Eyed Goddess aka my best friend since birth, I guess, Precious Violet Smith. The girl that called me earlier this evening.

"You were so damn cool when you where all beating those guys," Violet said. Most people I know call her Violet. She acts like she's not a gangster or fighter.