Hello, Our Name Is Shea. (ON HOLD)

Chapt.4-If Nothing Goes Right, Go Left

So I ended up having to take a taxi anyways. And my stereotypical view of taxi drivers was pretty accurate. I mean, stereotypes form for a reason.

The guy was chubby and bald and he reeked of cigarettes and garlic. And then to top it off, he rudely demanded for a tip when I didn't give him one. I had then told him that I might if he decides to invest in deodorant sometime.

I'm now standing in the middle of the Medal Pointe neighborhood, right in front of Red Hood's house, if my assumptions were correct. The sun was already setting and my watch told me it was about eight o' clock.

I sighed. What do I do now? I can't knock, he would see it was was me out of the peep hole thingy. Then again, Snow White did open the cottage door even when she saw the old witch. Dumb hoe, you almost died.

I circled the house, looking for a way in. Yes, I was thinking about breaking into a criminal's house, how dare you judge me.

I trudged around the back, only to see a black iron fence. Damn. I could jump it, but my legs still feel sore. My eyes darted around, looking for another option, but this seems to be it. Cautiously, I tried to open the gate.

And it swooshed right open...

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and rolled my eyes. The dumbass doesn't even lock his gates.

I walked into his back yard, looking for an entrance to his house. I didn't get very far with that because all the sudden, the earth seem to have disappeared under my feet and

SPLASH!

Turquoise liquid filled my vision and I have no idea what was going on. Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic. I scrambled around and got myself upright, popping my head out of... A swimming pool.

How that hell did I manage to not notice a giant swimming pool in front of me?!

I sputtered out the water that had gotten in my mouth and nose then I pulled myself out of the pool- slowly and painfully, but I managed.

Sighing, I wrung the water out of my hair and clothes. How the hell did Red Hood manage to not hear all of this commotion?

I spotted the stupid door leading into his stupid house and I tried simply opening it again. And it worked, because Red Hood is a criminal who doesn't know how to lock his doors.

I shivered when the cool air touched my wet skin. Ugh, I'm freezing my ass off in a state that's always sunny. Go figure.

My shoes squished and squeaked on the brown tiles and I made my way to the closest room- the dining room.

Holy mother of flying yogurt. I think my mouth just unhinged itself and dropped to my knees.

Now, I am a 'celebrity' chef's daughter, so I don't get shaken by a lot of fancy things, but this was just weird. Everything on the room was gold. The dining table seemed to be made out of bark from Sleeping Beauty's magical forest itself. The eating utensils seemed to be actual gold and the curtains were as soft as newborn baby's ass, I mean this room was... Luxury.

I shook my head, trying to stop gawking. Remember, he got all of this from other people's bank accounts.

I forced myself out of the dining room and went up some nearby stairs, looking for Red Hood. At the top of the stairs there were four rooms, but judging from the noises coming out of the room on the far left, I'm guessing that's where the bastard was.

I stepped closer to the room, trying to hear what was going on and I really wished I didn't.

There was a lot of moaning and grunting, and at first I thought he was murdering someone until I realized he was actually doing the nasty with some gold digging whore. I'm guessing.