(Chapter 1: Lets Play Hide & Seek) 

       A little girl about the age of four, slept peacefully in an ocean of darkness. She wore an over-sized, black, t-shirt with a picture of a red dragon, and black leather footies. Down her back spilled back spilled silky black tendrils with cerulean streaks. 

       But you see evil lurks everywhere, and right now it crept silently across the lush blue carpet. The little girl groaned-it froze-and rolled over, curling into a ball and moved no more-it sighed in relief. The evil creature snuck over to the cherry oak dresser, and removed a container from a drawer. Then it crawled onto the bed.

 "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." A shallow voice recommended.

       The creature released a shout of surprise. Then it spun around to face a boy with ebony hair-streaked with red-, and blue eyes. He wore a white no-sleeved turtleneck, and black baggy sweatpants. The evil thing pulled itself together and glared at the boy.

"Well you're not me." It sneered.

       The boy rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"Like I want to get killed! Just tell me when you do, so I can get the stone and site ready." He said.

"Kiiba, you're just hatin' 'cause I got guts and you don't!" It whispered harshly.

"I just have more brains than you do, Kago." Kiiba growled.

       With that, he turned and stomped out of the room. Kago shook her fiery red hair with blue streaks, while rolling her silver eyes; muttering:

"Poor boy, first step to fear is denial."

       Somewhere outside the room Kiibas' voice rang out:

"I am not afraid!"

       Kago giggled and got to work on her experiment.

       Two hours has past when the little girl started to awake. She yawned and stretched, and got out of bed. She walked over to her giant full-sized  mirror and,

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... AAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

        In the mirror, the little girl saw that her hair had many pink streaks- purple where the cerulean streaks were-and her ebony black hair dyed blond put up in six pony tails with pink puffy pom-pom balls. Her face was covered in make-up.

        First off, the strawberry glittery eyeshadow as double stacked. Secondly, the blush was light and her lips glistened with strawberry lipgloss. Finally, she was clothed in a frilly pink dress, the skirt part triple layered with: lace, velvet, and cotton.There were sequins and white bows all over it.

        Kago and Kiiba were in the living room playing Slap Jack and Kiiba was winning when they heard an ear splitting scream and the sound of a stampede coming down the stairs.

"What did you do?" Kiiba said, shooting Kago an accusing glare. 

        They went to the living room door coming face-to-face with a red faced, vein popping, and teeth baring-

"T-T-Tyneka, d-did you have a good nap?" Kago asked, stuttering.

"Wow, Ty, you look great!" Kiiba gasped.

        Trying to hold his laughter, but it did no good. Kiiba and Kago roared with laughter.

"Man,oh, man you-you look like one of those barbie dolls!" Kiiba managed to get out.

        Tyneka turned, ever so slowly, towards Kago-whom in return hid behind a cerulean, gold trimmed couch. Tyneka then walked over to a door opened it and brought out a short sword with a glistening black hilt and four inch blade(that looked very sharp at the moment.) She turned back to the frozen pair with an evil smile.

"I'll only give you two fifteen seconds to run and hide."

         Kiiba put his hands up in defense.

"Hey w-wait a minute! I didn't do anythin-"

"Go."

         Kago was gone in a flash-all that was in her spot was a see-through image of herself-. Kiiba came back down to earth, when Ty said three, and bolted out of there.

"...4...5..."

          Kago ran past the kitchen, the pantry, and the bathroom. 'This is all Kiiba's fault! none of this would've happened if he stopped me!'

"...6...7..."

         Kiiba was going through wall after wall, and floor after floor. 'Why do I always get in trouble because of what Kago does! She's the one that did it!'

"...8...9...10..."

         Tyneka was pacing around the living room a microphone in one hand and the sword in the other, tapping it lightly on the floor.

"...11...12..."

         ' Where am I? AAAARRRGGHHH! This place is a maze!' Kago screamed mentally. That is until she came upon a familiar giant, red oak door.

"...13...15..."

         ' Where's that stupid thing? I could've sworn it was around here somewhere!' Kiiba screamed mentally. He was weaving in and out of trees, that is until he no longer felt the earth beneath him. Until he landed hard on his backside. ' Found it,' he thought dryly.

"Fifteen! Here I come!" Tyneka screamed into the microphone.

         The entire house was silent. The only sound was the clickety-clack of Tyneka's shoes as she skipped through the halls  'Now, where could they be? Hmmm...one thing is for sure-Kago's gonna be the first to go!' She turned a corner to her left and pressed down on the lever for the elevator. She waited, humming, until she heard the 'ding' and got on.

         While Ty was getting off the elevator, Kago was on her way towards it. Her black sweater and blue jeans were torn and tattered. ' Stupid dogs!' 

"Well, well, well. What do I have here." 

Part One: Devil in Red

"A sick thirst

Darkens my veins"-

Arthur Rimbaud

1

Tonight I dress to kill.

I look through my closet and pick out the tiny polka-dot dress I brought on sale at Monty's last week. It's the kind of dress that won't scare anyone off, the way leather and even velvet scares some men away. It's a pretty but common enough little dress, short withought being too short, if you're careful. And tonight I don't intend to be careful.

I remember how the husbands waiting by the dressing room looked at me when I came out with it on to get the salegirl's opion. It's one of those dresses that looks like it was made for me, tight around the waist, making me look bustier than I really am. I like the feel of my nipples against the soft cotton.

Underneath I'm not wearing much; nosense complicating matters. Just a pair of sheer stockings held up at the thighs with a strip of lacy elastic and a g-string that hardly covers anything at all. If I bend over I'll have absolutely no secrets.

I spritz on one of my favorite perfumes.

Tonight, it's Poison. I spray it everywhere I imagine I want my lover to kiss me.

I don't wear any jewelry except for a silver anklet as a kind of reminder and a tiny cross as a kind of joke.

I put on a little make-up, nothing dramatic.

Because my mouth is my best feature, I pay particular attention to my lipstick: red, vivid, cherry.

I slide my feet into a pair of blue-black Kasa stilettos. They cost a fortune but they look so sexy in the window I couldn't resist them. They are fantasy shoes, the kind of shoes I would have felt too self-conscious to wear not long ago, but now they seem as natural to me as going barefoot. Not to mention the fact that they make my legs look as if they go on forever. They have already proved to be worth every penny too, judging from the results I get whenever I wear them.

Sometimes it pays to splurge.

It is a cool night, so I choose a light denim jacket, something a little fun and funky, but not enough to make me look like a streetwalker.

Out of habit I glance at the mirror for a last look at myself before I walk to the door.

It never fails to shock me that there is no one looking back.