"Ass-Kick" by anfkc

(Lame title, I know… a crossover fanfiction of Kick-Ass and The Interpreters)

Kendra, a.k.a. Enigma, brings back Big Daddy…

(For those of you who don't know, The Interpreters is a comic, kind of a mix between Kick-Ass and Watchmen. There are no powers, and it's very philosophical. T.I. consists of Enigma, a female, mysterious hero that practically lurks in shadows and only helps when its least expected and everyone is about to die at last minute, Birdwing, a hero similar to Nite Owl from Watchmen but all the more over-happy and excited, The Pristinator, a high-class, intelligent man similar to Ozymandias from Watchmen and later betrays the team, and Mr. ______, (I forget his name) a NYC vendor whos practically a crazy hunchback, and kind of reminds me of Loki, the Norse trickster God, and Egor from Frankenstein. Sorry, I read the comic a while ago so I forgot a bunch of stuff. Otherwise, none of its really relevant to the story except for Enigma…)

**Warning--Not completely rated R, but the story still has curses, gruesome scenes, etc., considering both movies were pretty intense on that part. Still a bit of my own sympathy, though. Hope you like it. If you have any questions about the story, The Interpreters, or whatever, message or comment. ;D

It was pitch black, perfect for those lurking amongst the shadows—where once a fire burnt brightly in the dark; that fire, now extinguished, had still left its marks in the heart and in the soul of one singular individual.

A father—, who loved his child more than anything in the world, was lost. Not gone, but lost—and only a small capability of hope was left, but for only one to find. But who would dare to look for this lost hope? Who? Who would expect to find it, even? What being could possibly be the savior of this father's lost chance; a father's last chance to see his daughter, once again?

An Enigma, surely! Creeping behind the shadows, lurking in the dark, the Enigma makes small moves, like a mysterious ninja. How does she shy from the light, only to blend in and be a part of the darkness? No visible lines, like an invisible cat does the Enigma sprint to and fro.

The Enigma stalks the night; she spies the newcomers and learns from the scenes beyond the daytime. This one night, in this one warehouse, does the Enigma happen to prowl through? And finding a half-dead body, she discovers a life at stake could be saved, and doth she takes that risk of renewal. She unleashes the body, she feels and takes capture of the body does she, she removes the body from its premises and back to her headquarters where she shall do what she pleases with the remaining soul…

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Mindy Macready, a.k.a. Hit Girl did what she could to compose herself before entering the warehouse. If she needed to remove her father's dead body and dispose of it officially, then she needed to do it without losing control of her emotions. She was on her own, despite the unneeded help of Dave Lizewski, Kick-Ass, and she needed to be strong if it was going to stay that way. Hit Girl didn't like thinking badly of Kick-Ass—he helped her out a lot, like having her go to public school for the first time in her life, where she's for the most part made a lot of new friends and learned a bunch of new stuff she's never gotten to experience before when she lived with her father, Damon Macready, a.k.a. Big Daddy.

But she was still alone in the world deep down. Ever since her father's horrible death, Mindy knew nothing would ever be the same again. Ever. Mindy was only 11, for crying out loud! Why did life have to be this way? Why did such a little girl like herself have to be stripped of such a close bond at such a young age? Sure, she was the coolest hero out there, mastering every form of weapon and martial arts style one could possibly imagine…but living in this world of violence and weapons at such a young age…it did anything but wonders for the mind.

Mindy took a deep breath, and entered the warehouse. It was pitch black, and most likely the power was out anyway, so there was no use in trying to find a light switch. Hit Girl came prepared—she clicked on a flashlight, and searched the place.

She was familiar with it all—she knew the inside like she lived there. She followed down the same halls she did to save her father and her friend, and shone the light over the same bullets and knives she used to kill the enemies. Each bullet was a flashback to the horrid memory she couldn't strip from her mind. Each puddle of dried blood was a reminder of what had happened. Or, more importantly, what shouldn't have happened in the first place.

Hit Girl came to the area where Big Daddy and Kick-Ass once sat, tied to chairs sitting on puddles of gasoline, being beaten out of their wit. The memories, the flashbacks—they were too great. She couldn't bear to remind herself of the pain her father had to go through.

But she had to remind herself to be strong. How could she handle seeing her father's dead, burnt body, if she couldn't handle remembering the event when he died?

That is, if she could find her father's dead body.

Where was it? Hit Girl knew she was in the right area, she could almost still smell the scent of burning flesh and gasoline and blood. 'This is where it happened, I know it.' Hit Girl kept telling herself. 'This is where the body should be'

But it wasn't there. Mindy shone the light over every corner of the room—and she spotted the chairs.

The empty chairs.

Sure, the second one would have been empty. But the first one?

'Where's the body?! Where the fuck is the fucking body?' Mindy mumbled, frantically searching around the area.

She approached the chair. Every ounce of insecurity she had inside of her now turned into an immovable frantic feeling. She searched across the chair her father once sat in—she saw the remnants of gasoline, the rope, the blanket she used to take out the flames…

Either her father became a zombie and walked up and out of the chair, which was impossible, or somebody took the body, which was crazy, but not impractical.

'Why the fuck would anyone take a dead body? Why?' Mindy kept searching the area like she would actually find something, like the body.

'Maybe they didn't even take it, maybe they just moved it!' she convinced herself. But still—why would anyone move a dead body from its original position? For what purpose? And for the same query, why would anyone take a dead body?

Hit Girl was mainly afraid of the police, and wondered if they possibly could have taken the body, after searching the "crime scene". Thing is, there were no traces of anyone ever being here since the night Damon Macready burned to death. So that wasn't the possibility. Then what was? Some lunatic decided to take a body for their keeping?

Mindy couldn't help but keep cursing in her head. She kept looking around, kept cursing, kept looking around, kept cursing, out loud now. To quote Mindy, where the fuck was the body? What could have happened to it?

After about fifteen minutes of continuous searching for clues, Mindy finally got it in her head that one, the body wasn't there, and two, no clues were left to its whereabouts. Mindy finally gave up, and left the building.

Everything seemed so much brighter outside that warehouse. Even though it was nighttime, the sky was so clear and beautiful it made the situation almost peaceful.

….Almost.

Mindy remembered the lyrics to a song she once heard:

I look to the stars at night

Up in the blackest skies,

And I wonder--how come the stars are so

Universally beautiful

When beauty, in so many eyes

Can be so different?

Mindy shook it out of her head. She couldn't think of songs at a time like this. She needed to be worrying about the whereabouts of a missing body. Her father's body. Her father's missing body….

Seriously not something a normal 11-year old should be worrying about….ever.

A/N: More coming soon.