It did not take me long to track them down, all I did was head to the nearest bank and one they had not yet destroyed. Hiding behind a nearby parked up van, I waited for my right moment to sneak up on them.
“Yo Bob, get ya arse in gear and find a way to get inside.”
That was Frank’s voice. How stupid could he get yelling that out. It may be past midnight but do they not realise someone could be watching them. I climbed gracefully under the van to try watch what these pair of nit wits were doing. Bob scurried to the back of a nearby parked up car and into the boot, pulled out a battering ram. He then vanished round the back of the building and within five minutes he was opening the front door to let in Frank. This was now my cue to do something, it was so easy last time trying to fight these two so I am sure it will be a walk in the park again. I back flipped gracefully across the road, took a quick glance round to check the coast was still clear and followed Frank close behind entering the building.
This time they were more alert and must have expected company. Perhaps these two were not as dumb as they seem to be.
“Shit Frank, I think it is her again.”
“Lets get her.” Yelled Frank.
The two of them charged towards me at the same time, I had to make a quick decision on my move, it was now or never. Both guys were now standing side by side of me about to throw punches, I slipped my right leg forward and left leg behind. Split dodge, the advantage of wearing a skin tight cat suit and being very flexible. Bob and Frank ended up punching each other. If I could have stopped and laughed at them I would have but there was no time for that. Swirling my left leg round I tripped up Frank, he landed on the ground in a pile creating a loud thud. I landed my feet flat on the ground and made eye contact with Bob, rubbing his chin from where Frank’s punch knocked him, he charged towards me again. I blocked his fist and instant reaction I gave him an upper cut to the ribs with some force. It hurt my knuckles like hell, but I saw how much more pain he was in.
“Ouch, I broke a nail.” Whoops, I shouldn’t have spoken, now they know what my voice sounds like.
“What’s going on here?” a male voice I did not recognise.
I looked round to see a security guard in the distance and the sound of sirens fast approaching, I could not let the police catch me in the act.
Red.
Starting college was something I had been dreading all summer, no more acting like a child for me. I would meet many strangers and hoped they would turn into friends of mine where we could support and guide each other through our studies. I was starting a diploma in dance; I had always wanted to be a dancer all the way through school and I had high hopes that I would eventually be cast onto a West End show. The day was the second of September, but my college years would be a time in my life that I would never forget. It was a time where strange encounters happened with me, knowing that magic existed and fairy tales really do truly happen. Although the day was warm and hazy like an Indian summer's day with butterflies still fluttering around in the gentle breeze, I still chose to wear my red coat that my grandmother gifted for me for my birthday. I could hear the words of passers-by call me ‘Red Riding Hood.’ I had just moved to the area to live with my grandparents as my grandmother hadn’t been too well, or so I thought.
Walking along the newly painted corridor, still smelling the fresh coating in the air, I hadn’t noticed him following me. The fumes had got to me a bit too much and took over my senses which made me not realise I was being stalked at this moment in time. I approached the locker area trying to remember the pass code I was sent via email, as my hands were full of books and carrying an enormous shoulder bag I did not want to start rummaging to dig out my phone. Feeling unevenly balanced from everything I was carrying and the fumes of whatever the maintenance staff had used to coat the walls, I started to become very heavy headed and losing my balance. I closed my eyes to prepare myself to hit the ground where out of nowhere he appeared and caught hold of me. He was a couple of years older than me, but one of the first things I noticed was on his right shoulder was a tattoo of a white wolf howling up at the moon. I gazed at the colours of his tattoo and I could have sworn the image slightly moved but I had put it down to feeling fuzzy headed.
I was drawn to this mysterious guy from this very moment, he had hazel cynical eyes and chocolate spiked hair that tempted me to touch it, as he looked down at me and smiled, a dimple appeared on his right cheek. He was just so cute, gorgeous in fact. I never felt like this before about any guy, not through school as I just saw them as total losers. It was like something over the summer, and being in a new town had changed me.
