Riding Hood: If you asked the general population about Red, they would think you were talking about a color. If you asked the Commission, however, you would get wonderfully exaggerated stories about her, and perhaps have to reassure a few people that she was not around. A self-taught marksman and dangerous beast all wrapped into one adorable package made for an excellent agent. She was stationed in a big city with the sole job of taking out any threats to the apocalypse. Easy enough. Except when she meets a certain vigilante whose sole job seems to be stopping her from doing her own job. She isn't afraid of the big bad wolf inside her but Diego Hargreeves? He makes her nervous.
A growl formed in their throat as they lunged towards the still alive prey.
Teeth sunk into the flesh, ripping and tearing into the prey until the whimpers stopped.
The prey was small.
Not much to feed off of.
It was easily destroyed.
A heart was thumping, drowning out the noise of blood dripping onto the usually spotless tile like rain.
They turned, staring at the prey with no recognition.
That was prey, fearful prey next to angry prey.
As they started to crouch down to lunge, a voice interrupted them.
"Enough!" A cheery voice called out.
The wolf whimpered, stopping the hunt.
As the blood frenzy died down, she returned to her senses.
Two faces stared at her.
She blinked in recognition.
The one held a look of murderous rage on his face. It was masked, poorly masked, but she knew that look very well. She could read War like a book. A book made for infants. He was calm, but he was certain that he would be the one to kill her.
It was a fair response to her killing one of his own. One of his group.
Now he was seeking revenge.
Which was, again, absolutely a fair response.
It wasn't going to happen though.
She would not let him take her life. Life was her most precious belonging, besides her boys. Neither of those could be taken from her, or from them.
Wolves were protective of what was theirs after all.
The other one, one of her group she had been about to lunge at, had a look of terror mixed with a sprinkling of pity on his face. He was trembling and didn't make eye contact with her as he handed him a towel. Blue never looked at her after a kill.
She took the towel from him, the rest of the wolf sinking back into her. Red wiped her hands on the dry towel, scrubbing furiously, knowing that the towel would leave different red marks than the ones it took away. But at least if her hands were rubbed raw, they wouldn't be bloodstained. She preferred the blood of her kills on her consciousness rather than her physical form.
The consciousness hurt sometimes but it never sent her into a frenzy so she could live with that.
She would have to.
The nature of the job.
The job that she had been born into and would be doing at least until she was 25. Probably longer.
The Handler cleared her throat, a way too bright smile on her face, "A little sloppy in the execution, but I think that gets the point across. Don't you, Five?"
At that War snapped, disappearing in a flash of blue.
Red could feel the cold metal of a knife against her throat.
It was unusual how cold it was though. Did he refrigerate it or was her body temperature running hot?
The wolf snarled, threatening to appear.
She hushed it easily, remaining perfectly still.
There was no need for that.
Others might consider escaping or unleashing the monster to kill him, but she knew how her value stacked up.
War was a disobedient teenager who had no team to back him up. Well, he didn't have any team anymore at least. He was worth nothing to the Handler at the moment. Sure his skill was legendary but the attitude problem was something that no one wanted to work with.
Red, however, felt nothing but loyalty to the Temps Commission. She had no life before the Handler had picked her up. Therefore, even though she was a worse shot than War, she was more valuable to the Handler.
Time predictably stopped.
Red slipped out from behind the knife, taking it for good measure and pocketing it.
She awaited a command from the Handler.
"Do you think he deserves to die?" The Handler questioned, an eyebrow raised as she looked at Red.
Red shrugged, "I really do not care Ma'am. He could be useful to the commission but he does have a rebellious side that destroying his team only enhanced."
"What could Five do for the commission, hmm?" The Handler tapped her foot impatiently.
Why was she being asked this?
Was this some sort of test?
Red made eye contact with her boss, "Give him time and he'll become desperate. A desperate person will do anything to stay afloat."
"Time? You're amusing, little wolf," the Handler laughed.
She prepared herself to kill War.
This was bound to happen.
She didn't particularly want to do it, but killing someone else would mean nothing to her. She had killed two out of the Four Horsemen. Another one would mean nothing. She could provide the extinction of a whole group.
It was in her job description after all.
Blue covered his eyes, not wanting to see what happened. He was the most sensitive of the group, even more than Gold. It was his position in the group, the empathetic one.
The Handler snapped her fingers, "Time it is! 40 years in the apocalypse should handle him just fine.
"Yes Ma'am," she stepped back.
A pause as Blue moved over to Red, stepping into place behind her.
"Do we have a new assignment?" Red asked, raising an eyebrow, hoping for a reward not a punishment as her answer.
For someone as structured as the Handler, her reactions were completely randomized.
She was as the group called it...unhinged.
There was no calculation, no equation to decide which version of the Handler would appear. It was unpredictable.
Red was risking everything just to ask a simple question.
A smile and a nod, "Report to Dot. All of you. She has a permanent assignment for you. Your work today was satisfactory Red."
"Thank you ma'am," Red bowed her head before heading out of the room, Blue exactly a step behind her as she moved.
The door slammed shut behind them.
The two boys waiting for them turned at the noise.
Gold sighed, "Thank the handler, I thought you were dead. It took so long."
"War and Famine still alive?" Purple asked, glancing from the two of them before nodding slightly. He didn't show many emotions, that was the extent of showing the fact that he was happy they had survived.
She understood him though.
They all understood each other.
Blue looked down, "War is. Famine's dead though or close to it."
"I killed Famine yes. His heart stopped beating as soon as I changed targets," Red shrugged.
Blue glanced at her, "Yeah, thanks for almost killing me by the way."
"Anytime kid," she smirked, ignoring the eye roll she got in response.
Gold spoke up, "Wait. You killed famine right?"
"I swear to handler Gold, you say anything dumb and I'll cut your tongue out," Purple remarked, his voice monotone.
Gold put his hands up, "Me? Say something dumb? I would never."
"Just say it already," Red rolled her eyes.
Gold grinned, "So you could say that today you solved world hunger?"
Blue tried to bite back a smile, horribly failing at it though.
"I'll hold him down," Red offered.
Purple shrugged, "That's not necessary."
"No! I need my tongue!" Gold took off running down the hallway.
Purple followed quickly behind him.
Red grinned turning to Blue, "Come on kid."
"Fine," Blue took her hand.
She took off running, letting loose as the two of them ran hand in hand down the hallway.
They quickly caught up to where Gold was trapped in a vines.
Red tackled Purple to the ground as Blue started the process of freeing Gold.
Purple groaned, "Let me do one fucking thing."
"You know we don't hurt each other," Red patronized him as she pinned him to the ground.
Purple stared at her.
She stared back.
A moment passed.
Purple averted his eyes, "Fine. If he makes another idiotic horseman joke, I am leaving him on a mission."
"Agreed," Red rolled off of him, brushing off her outfit as she stood up.
Blue nodded, "Agreed."
"Hey!" Gold protested, crossing his arms.
The chaos died down as they approached the office they needed to go to.
After all, they were professional assassins first.
None of them got to be kids here.
Not now, not ever.