Red Death

Familiar Faces

Red opened her eyes to the sound of a buzzing waking her. She reached over to her phone and turned off the alarm she had set. Fifteen minutes before midnight. She swung herself out of bed and fumbled around on her nightstand for her brush and black ribbon. She started putting her hair up as she moved to her closet. In a back corner tucked away was her secret. She reached for it and pulled it out of it's hiding spot. Though there was hardly any cloth, it's weight was heavy in her hand. She put the first part on. It was like a strapless bikini. The bra was a gold metal with black cord to tie it into place on the back. From the gold draped some black cloth that looked like it had gotten ripped up. The tips of the ripped cloth had started fading to red. It looked like that part had been longer and more decorative at one point, but wasn't any longer. The bottoms were like any bikini bottoms. They were black cloth but along the top of the bottoms there was a layer of gold. Thin strips of gold had been woven into the cloth to help reinforce the fabric and make it more resistant to cuts. The third part of the outfit was a skirt that was slit on both sides. The front flap of the skirt came to a point at her knees. While the back flap was only a couple inches longer than the front one. These two triangles were rimmed with an inch thick strip of gold. On the front part of the skirt there was a snake silk embroidered in different shades of red thread.

Once she had her outfit on she reached her right hand up to her left bicep and pushed a button on the metal cuff she wore there. The cuff then changed it's shape to look more like a circlet. Which she put on her forehead. When she pushed the button again the black metal piece transformed again into a black metal mask. The mask covered her whole face. She had an acquaintance that worked at I-Island who made her this mask. It had cameras where the eye spots should be so that it could cover her whole face. As a Vigilante her identity was the most important secret she kept. But it also served another purpose. It monitored her blood levels. 

Once she got all that on and ready she reached back into her closet and pulled out a bag that seemed to hold liquid by the way it moved. She put the bag on cross body style. It looked like a waterskin bag that hikers would wear, but without a tube to drink from it. She glanced at the cuff on her right bicep to make sure it was still reading her red, white blood cells, and platelet levels correctly. It was. She then pressed the buttons on her black metal cuffs on both her wrists and some razor-blades were revealed. They wouldn't be very useful for fighting, but that wasn't their main purpose. She then lifted her left foot and using the razor blade cuff sliced a small cut on the bottom of her foot. She then did the same to her right foot. As she walked over to her window there were no blood stains left behind where she walked. She then opened her window and jumped out of it. But she didn't fall. Her feet landed on what looked like nothing. But really the blood from the cuts on her feet had creeped out to cover the bottom of her feet. She could manipulate blood in any space. So if she stood on blood that she forced to be in the air she could essentially walk on air. She could manipulate the blood to any space, but she found it easier to keep her concentration if she kept it attached to the bottom of her feet and used it like she was walking or running.

That was the start to her patrol tonight. She had a set route she followed. Though there was one person she liked to check on from time to time. And she decided to head there first. Down a certain alleyway there was a door which she knocked on twice. It took a couple seconds but then the door opened and there stood a twelve year old child.

"Oh Red." The kid named Shinji said. He recognized her. She had been in a few times. "Do you need patching up?" He asked as he looked her over. She didn't look injured. Red just shook her head no. When she was the Red Death she didn't speak more than two words at a time. Especially here in Japan. Her Japanese wasn't the greatest so she didn't want to give that away. Anything to keep her identity hidden. Red then looked at the back door.