Waiting for you

Petals were slowly drifting in the wind. The spring wind as silently rustling the flower petals. In the distance you could faintly hear the soft laughs of children, playing in the fields, adults conversing with a fulfilling smile on their face enjoying the view of the cherry blossom trees. The clear sky and the and warm weather, the spring breeze and the cherry blossom, the children and the adults all give the scene a peaceful atmosphere. But Scarlet Johnson wasn't focused on the atmosphere. No, she could not feel the wind nor did she sense a cherry blossom petal resting on her crimson hair. She wasn't aware of the children nor the parents. Her attention was somewhere else. She was looking at the beauty in front of her.
Their hair resembled the color of fresh olives. Their face was flushed, giving the snow white skin a warm feeling. Their mouth was moving, as if it was saying something. Maybe it was saying something and she couldn't hear. She was wearing a high school uniform. Scarlet herself was wearing a school uniform, but she didn't take notice of that. What she noticed were their eyes. Eyes that seemingly had no color but had every color imaginable. Blue, Green, Purple... As if hypnotizing her trying to make them comfortable and warm but also alluring. Scarlet could gaze in these eyes for hours and not be bored by them. The person in front of her stopped talking and smiled. "Let's meet again", the person whispered.
No what don't go thought Scarlet. I just arrived here. I want to see you. When will I see you again? Who...?

Yet Scarlet couldn't say anything. Even as she tried, her mouth wouldn't open. She was frozen in place unable to move as she watched the person leave. The person she loves, the person she would die for. Agony overcame her. She must see this person again. She has to otherwise...

A sudden slap woke the sleeping Scarlet up. Her eyes instantly adjusted to the darkness. She was currently in a dark room tied at a chair. The room smelled like sweat and vomit. She was wearing a black tank top and red camo pants. Scarlet could sense other rooms similar to this one on the vicinity. She must be in some sort of underground cell, Scarlet concluded as she looked for the assailant. "Look who decided to wake up." , sneered a man in front of her. The man was dressed in a white suit clad in gold ornaments and jewels. His face resembles a model, his body seems to be well trained. Anyone would fall for him, because of his appearance. But she only could laugh at him in this situation. "What is so funny you wench!" sneered the man at her.
"Do you really thing these puny bonds could hold me?" She said while giggling. The mans face went red with anger. What a lovely color Scarlet thought.
"Do you not know who I am!!!" the man yelled angrily. "I am the son of the noble..." Scarlet immediately stopped listening. People like these always like to talk about how great their forefathers were, even though they themselves haven't accomplished anything. It reminded her of a certain silver haired snake. Ahhh if magic were that simple...
"Are you even listening!!" snarled the man at her.
"Look telling me all this won't matter"
"Wha-"
Immediately Scarlet broke her restrains, stood up and punched the man in the face. The head hit the ground knocking the man unconscious. Oops... Scarlet thought as she rubbed her wrist.
"Hmm these people must be new to the [Underground]…" she muttered as she stepped out of the room and surveyed the area. Scarlet was standing in the hallway. Her guess had been right. She was in some sort of cellar. She could hear faint screaming and pleading coming out of the other rooms.
Is this human trafficking or something else? She thought as she walked down the hallway. She ignored the screams and trudged on. Why wasn’t she helping these people? First off, it would not benefit her. It would actually burden her. What would happen to these people after she rescued them? What a pain. Helping others isn’t something [Humanity‘s Strongest] needs to do. After all she isn’t the [Hero]. He would have found a way to help these people. After all he does not care about losses or gains. All he cares about is being righteous and pure. It irritated Scarlet as she thought about him. They had crossed paths before when her job and his ideals clashed. On rare occasions they worked together albeit begrudgingly.

Another reason is that the employer did not ask her to do so. The employer needs losses and the documents in order to convict the noble and to gain the favor of the media and the public, which would help him in the long run. But Scarlet doesn’t concern herself with politics. It doesn’t matter to her. Right now, what matters are two things. The requested documents and her signature crimson coat. Most people speculate that the coat is the source of her unmatchable power, but that is not the case. The only reason she wants the coat is a simple one. It resembles the coat of a certain anime character that is described by the author to be the strongest. Scarlet can somewhat relate to character, even if she doesn’t have a time related power. Actually, she doesn’t have any powers at all.
Also rescuing a cute girl in plain clothes would not be cool at all. She liked to be fashionable. And doing cool things while looking great is something Scarlet can respect. Maybe that’s why she didn’t kill the son and go rampaging.
“Hey who goes there!! Show yourselves!” But that doesn’t mean she won’t go rampaging now.

15 minutes later Scarlet was standing in the bedroom of the noble putting the documents in a safe area on her body. That area is woman’s secret, so no one should be able to pry it of her. She had also found her coat in the son’s room. Scarlet shivered at the thought of someone doing weird things to her coat. Most of the contents were still inside.
Looks like I don’t have to break in my own house, not like last time she mused.
Maybe I should treat myself for not being wounded. She had exterminated anyone who showed themselves in front of her flawlessly. They were just normal guards and not any specialized ones. If she couldn’t even do this, she wouldn’t bear the title of [Humanity’s Strongest].
It’s time to leave.
Scarlet stepped into the hallway. It was quiet. Something was wrong. Suddenly she heard a gun firing. She immediately dodged into the bedroom. She started hearing something clanking.
What is that noise? Then a bullet pierced her shoulder. She gritted in pain as she treated her wound. She had dodged the bullet to miss her vital points. This wound would still have rendered the arm useless if she were a normal human. As expected of [Humanity’s Strongest]. Scarlet analyzed the situation. Someone had shot her from somewhere she couldn’t see with scary accuracy and power. Also, the fact that she moved didn’t hinder the bullet hitting the target.
Also, what’s up with these bullets? Her wounds were not closing properly. Before she could think any further another bullet was shot. Clinking noises commenced yet again. Scarlet jumped behind the bedroom, but was still hit on her left arm, again barely avoiding vital points. Shit, I need to go to the tailor after this, she grumbled. She was getting infuriated. Laughter could be heard in the hallway. Looks like he is coming closer. “I heard that a little rat had entered the premises. To think that the guards couldn’t deal with her” taunted the male voice. “If you really want to face me, come here you coward” replied Scarlet calmly.

“There is no need to face [Crimson Beast] head on” replied the voice bemused as he fired another shot. Give me a break thought Scarlet as she dove under the bed. This time the bullet hit her thighs.
The fact that he used that title and these highly accurate and powerful shots could mean one thing. That man is an ability user. An ability user is someone who has one special ability. These people are so rare, it is easier to find your long-lost daughter than one. But with the right connections one can hire an ability user to one’s benefit. Even if you have a useless ability someone would hire you, since it could potentially draw other ability users to them. Trouble attracts these types of people easily.
This could be troublesome, Scarlet thought. She couldn’t remember someone with this ability, but her ability to remember things is bad. She didn’t have any ranged weapons at her disposal. There is only one way to overcome this situation. It’s time to get serious

John the Gunslinger was standing in the hallway waiting for Scarlet to make a move. His ability is not as convenient as one might think it is. His ability lets him ricochets bullets against any flat surface, which does not reduce the momentum, but rather keeps it constant. That is why he needs to calculate every shot he makes in order to make the enemy think that every shot is lethal, which would lead them to make mistakes.
But this is the [Red Demon] we are talking about… He heard dripping noises in the bedroom and immediately fired two shots. He didn’t hear a reaction unlike the last times.
Did I miss, he thought. It suddenly felt like as if the tides were turning. Without any information on how Scarlet deflected is bullets, John wouldn’t be able to make a quick and decisive victory. But if he waited the bullets could easily end her in 10 minutes. After all these bullets were special made to kill the [Crimson Queen]. But a victory like this would not be recognized by the others and would leave a bad taste in his mouth, since he himself doesn't have a grudge against Scarlet.
Dying painfully slow while bleeding out alone in a room, while being overwhelmed by me, really pitiful. So, he peaked into the hallway of the bedroom. He gasped at the sight he saw. Scarlet was standing there menacingly. All the bullets he had shot were lodged into Scarlets body and were pouring out blood as if it were sap on a tree, but she didn’t seem to care. But the most terrifying thing is that no sound was coming out of her body. It is as if she were a silent ghost. “You finally showed yourself huh” she said nonchalantly. John raised his gun at the terrifying sight in front of him “Fool you are already in my range” spoke Scarlet and the world of John went black.

I need to go home. Scarlet had stolen the nearest car and was driving fast towards her destination. Her wounds could prove to be dangerous.
That bastard had poisoned the bullets. These must be specially made. There is only one guy that can do this. But she needs survive in order to confront her.
She cursed as she started losing consciousness. Scarlet drifted into a parking space and mustered up her remaining power to go to her house. But before she could open door she collapsed on the porch.

When Scarlet woke up, she saw that person. That same person that always appears in her dreams. That beautiful stunning person. What…? “Sleep” the person said “You need to rest”. Scarlet's world became darkness once more.