The Events of this story take place after the events of Kick-Ass, the movie version. A possible alternative fan-fiction taking place after the Comic version might be released later, but for now, this will have to do. I am simply writing this for fun, and for no personal gain other than the hopes of improving my writing abilities. This Fan-Fiction is rated Mature due to the Excessive profanity, Violence, Nudity/Sexual Acts and Drug Use. Read At Your Own Risk

I ran as fast as my lungs would allow me to run. The blood dripping over my left eye caused impartial blindness, making me weaker and weaker with each frantic, dashing step I took. The sounds of a riot kept getting louder and louder behind me as I rounded another corner, heading down an alleyway towards a brightly lit street.

Whoa...excuse me...I've gotten ahead of myself. That doesn't happen until much later, so I should probably stop there for now. You're probably wondering "What the hell is going on?!?" I'll tell you, in due time. But first, how about an introduction?

My name is Benjamin. Benjamin Thatcher, for what it's worth. I was one of the many people who watched as "Kick-Ass"-a local kid that went from the most viewed podcast of Youtube into the first 'real' superhero- went about the streets at night, helping to stop a few baddies and ultimately take down a crime syndicate that was brought into the public eye after the events at D'Amico tower. Some of the best stuff I had ever heard of.

After that, more and more people dressed as these 'superheroes' showed up. Some of them, like Captain Steel and Madame Missile, we kind of cool. Others, however, when met with some of the super villains that also appeared, such as Doctor Gravity and Siren, met an untimely end. Slightly ironically, the death of Beat-Ass, one of the WORST Kick-Ass rip-offs in the history of rip-offs, became the number one watched video on Youtube, beating the record set by Kick-Ass debut by nearly three hours!

Other than a slight obsession with superhero comics and video games, I'm your average kid. I go to school and Brentwood High, graduating later this year. have a beautiful girlfriend, Trisha, who I feel like might be the one person who could make my life whole for the rest of what life I might have. My parents both work nights, so I never really get to see them. To fill my time while Mom and Dad work, I hang out with my two best friends, Kevin and David, as well as take part in a Tae Kwon Doe class. Like I said...normal.

So, tell me why I have the sudden urge to make something of my life like never before...I've had this...urge to get out the and make myself known for who I am, and for the talents I have. I'm pretty good with electronics, making a working radio out of a TV remote, an old Game Boy Color and a few extra mechanical part thingies when I was seven. Maybe something with that would do?

I often thought about that during Mr. Klines third hour English class, which is where I think I'll start this little story of mine. Like I said already, My name is Benjamin Thatcher, but nowadays, people just call me The Liberator!

KICK-ASS: THE STORY OF THE LIBERATOR

"Mr. Thatcher!"

I jolted up as Mr. Klines yelled at me for what I would be told later as 'the third time.' I yawned openly, looking t the scrawny man in front of me who looked like he belonged with a pack of Pigmies. "Yeah?"

"Would you be so kind as to tell us the answer to the question?"

"And what question might that be?"

He grunted loudly, like he always likes to do. He's a very hard man to satisfy-just ask the Misses. "What is the theme of Edgar Allen Poe's poem "The Raven?"

I sighed deeply, looking at him with a look like I hadn't actually read the stinking poem. But, to be fair, I hadn't. "Something about a bird?"

The class laughed at my answer as Mr. Klines walked over to my desk. "If I catch you asleep in my class once more, Mr. Thatcher, you'd be wishing you had a bird to comfort you!"

The bell rang at that exact moment-weird how that sort of thing can happen, huh?-and the entire class got up and left. I could feel the hawk-like eyes of Mr. Klines watching me as I left, eating away at the soul inside of me that desperately wanted to tell him off.

"What was that even supposed to mean?" David stated to me as we walked towards my locker, just down the hallway. He was, of course, referring to the bird comment.

"How the heck should I know?" I told him, starting to enter my combination. "He must be obsessed with birds or something."

"Whatever the case man, listen to this!" He pulled one of the ear buds he had in his ear-something you will never find him without-and handed it to me. I took the thing and listened in, hearing a news report from the radio the came with his MP3.

"...Another tragedy for the superhero community. For those of you just joining the fray, another of the superheroes, which were, excuse the pun, kick started by Kick-Ass, died today in a major battle with another new villain. Local hero and icon Combustion was slain today in a brutal battle near Times Square, where a still unidentified masked villain took him out in front of thousands of people.

"In a starting upset, however, this is one villain who seems to be only targeting other masked marvels. A recent uplink to the Radio 95.5 station tells us so. And here is that same uplink.'

A sort of raspy voice was heard through the ear bud, which was very different from that of Stick-Em-Up Sammy, the radio DJ that was WAY to into cowboys and westerns. The playback, of course, was edited due to it being on public radio.

"I want to send a message out to every super 'hero' out there. There are people who do the protecting and serving for a living. They get paid to do their jobs, and you ass$&#s are ruining is for every single f*&ing one of them. Now, unless you want to meet the same fate as you 'friend' Combustion, I suggest you all throw your little tights in the garbage can where they belong, and let those who do their jobs do them. This is your first warning. Do NOT make me reach three, or every single f*&ing man, woman and child in this city will face my wrath. Do not tempt fate, New York. Fate has a funny way of making people die!'

"The clip cuts off at that point, but a transcript was attached with it, revealing a few...extra words from this mysterious villain. It reads 'This is only the beginning. If superheroes don't learn their lesson, then like a dog, must be punished. You will meet the same fate, hero or heroin, and I'll enjoy every last second of it.' Whoever this man is, and whether or not his true identity, or even a name, will be revealed, is still a mystery. But rest assured, this is a strong hit to the superhero community, and New York in general. A funeral service for Combustion will be held Thursday, in honor of his heroic deeds for the seven months he was 'on duty.' this is Stick-Em-Up Sammy, telling you to have a rip roaring good day!"

"Jesus Christ," I stated, taking the ear bud out and handing it back to David. He had a small smile on his face, which kind of worried me.

"This is awesome!" He stated, twirling the ear bud in the air. "It's just like in a comic book!"

As I grabbed my math book for my next class and closed the locker, we continued our conversation down the hall. "What do you mean?"

"Well, think about it. Usually, when the villain is either tired of the hero, or finds out who he is, he gives them a choice. Either stop this madness or he'll stop it for them. This is just on a much larger scale!"

"I guess you have a point," I stated, stopping outside of room 205, the math room where Mrs. Andrew taught Calculas fourth hour. "But, let's talk more over lunch, okay? I'll see you then, man!"

"Yeah, see ya!" He called as he began running his slightly chubby ass down the hallway towards room 237. The bell rang a short time after I had sat down, and we all heard a triumphant "YES!" from down the hall. David had made it to class on time...for once.

= = = = = Elsewhere, Location Unknown = = = = =

"Are you sure he is ready for what is to come?" His voice was fluid and calm, looking at security camera footage of Benjamin.

"As ready as anyone else we have selected for this program. Besides, Combustion requested this one personally, for whatever reason that may be. Send him the message."

"Right away, sir," He clicked a few keys on his key board, pressing enter with a little more force than needed when all was said and done. "Finished. Should arrive shortly."

"Good."

= = = = = Brentwood High School, Room 205 = = = = =

Math. Math was boring...as usual. Numbers, letters, symbols and random little squiggles; all just so you can get a simple little number or numbers at the end of it all, simply the do something meaningless in the long run. I mean, I get that you have to know some math for whatever career you might be going into, but do you really need to know the square root of an isosceles triangle equal to that of another angle of a 45-45-90 triangle if you're going to be a, oh...I don't know...Priest, let's say?

Yeah...didn't think so.

Thankfully, Mrs. Andrews always gives us bunch of work time t work, and I already had the homework done, so I pulled out my trusty iTouch. Loads of games and internet access on this thing, so those long plane rides seem just that much shorter. Or classes, lectures, work meetings; whatever you want to use it for that will help you get distracted quickly and quietly.

I pressed the small square on the touch screen that read "Insane Game," and began to play. Simply put, you shoot people. Longly put, you shoot people with a large number of weapons to get points so that you can buy even more weapons and items to get higher points to get more weapons and items to get more money...need I go on?

As I was playing, a small blip in the corner of the screen made me pause the game. I grunted out of frustration, but quickly noticed I had a text message. figured it was either from David or Trisha, so I opened it. It was a weird message, but I read it all the same.

'Benjamin Thatcher You Have Been Chosen.'

'What the fuck?' was all I could think as the bell rang, everyone around me getting up. Gerald, a semi-friend of mine, was looking at me with confusion as I was still sitting there, looking at the message.

"You okay man?" He asked me with his slight Scottish accent.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I stood up, giving him a quirky thumbs up as he walked out the door in front of me, both of us heading for the cafeteria. I tucked away my iTouch, and just sat there with David, who completely forgot our conversation before.

"So, Mr. Train gives me a fucking F on the paper, just because it was two pages short! Can you believe that crap!"

"Yeah," I said, looking down as I twirled my peas on my plate. "I guess."

"What's with you, man?" he asked, taking a huge swig of his chocolate milk.

"I got a weird text is all. Nothing to worry about."

"Well, what did it say?"

I looked around, making sure no one else was listening in. "Benjamin Thatcher You Have Been Chosen."

"That's it? Dude, you're bugging out about some stupid chain mail. That's all."

"Whatever man," I said, shoving a few spoonfuls of peas into my mouth. "You just hate that I get texts and you don't."

"That's not true!" He shouted, throwing a small clump of mashed potatoes at my face. I managed to dodge the slightly lumpy projectile, only to watch as it hit Mr. Klines' suit jacket dead on.

"Having fun, boys?" he asked with an angry sarcastic tone, wiping away the few dribbles of potato that were left on the jacket.

"I suppose so," David said, harking down another one of his garlic bread sticks.

"The principal asked me get you two," He said, picking me up by the collar with a bit too much force. "He said he wanted to talk to you both about something very serious. I hoped he expels the both of you, but that's just me."

"Too bad you'd probably get fired first," David stated, getting one hell of a glare from Klines. He pushed me forward, walking with us as we exited the cafeteria. As the door slowly began to close, I heard a slight uproar in talking, meaning everyone was probably talking about...you guess it, us.

"What could Principal Henry want with us?" I asked David as we walked up to the office door, Mr. Klines opening it for us and letting us in.

"How should I know? As far as I can tell, I've been n my best fucking behavior all day!"

Mr. Klines walked past us, hitting the back of David in the head for the profanity and entered Henry's office. We heard a slight murmur of talking for only a few seconds behind the closed before, then Mr. Klines let us both in. We sat down in the cushy brown leather chairs, looking at our 'beloved' principal.

"You may leave now, Jordan," he said towards Mr. Klines, who had a look of disappointment on his face. He closed the door behind him, Mr. Henry standing up as he did. "You both are friends with Kevin Peters...correct?"

"Yeah," I said along with David. "What's that got to do with anything," I added after the double reply.

"Your friend died today, boys." He said it so bluntly and with probably a little more seriousness than I would have expected.

"What do you mean he died?" David asked, being the one of the two of us who couldn't cope so well. "How? When? WHY?"

"Have you boys listened to the news yet, this morning?," Mr. Henry asked, walking towards the window and looking out.

"Yeah, on radio 95.5," David stated, pointing to his ear buds as I saw, what I could only assume, was a tear crawling down his cheek.

"Then you know about what happened with Combustion, I presume." We both nodded. He turned to face us once more, sitting down in his chair and locking his fingers in front of him, resting his hands on the desk. "As it turns out...Kevin WAS Combustion."

That hit me like a bag of bullets tossed into a fire and all aimed at me. I had been noticing Kevin disappearing during the day every now and then. He'd been sneaking out for whatever reasons, he seemed tired and suspicious. He had come to school once with a knife wound, which I thought he had gotten from being mugged, like he had told us. With my knowledge of nearly every MARVEL comic that has ever been released, you'd think I would have noticed this!

"You have to joking." I stated, sitting there in a state of denial. David had, by this point, lost it, and was crying openly in his chair.

"I'm afraid not, boys. He did, however, have a Last Will and Testament drawn up, which he had sent to me to give to you boys...for whatever reason. I only saw who got something in it, and you two were the only two. Which, is why, no matter how unfortunate it might be, I have called you both here."

He reached for a drawer in his desk, pulling out an envelope, the seal on it already been broken. He handed it to me from across the desk, and I took it with a shaky hand. I tucked it inside of my bag, helping the broken down David up and out of his chair.

"You two are welcome to have the day and tomorrow off if you so wish," Mr. Henry stated as we left his office, David having gotten control over most of his emotions by now. I thanked him as I closed the door, walking with David out of the school building and back to my house. I just couldn't believe this was happening...

= = = = = Location Unknown = = = = =

"Has the message been given?"

"It has, sir" spoke the same fluid voiced man as before. "He just got the document Combustion left for them...the Will that is. They have been giving a two day reprieve from their school."

"Good. That will give us plenty of time to contact him. Prepare a squad of three. I want him to be here tomorrow."

"Understood, sir." He clicked away at the keyboard, entering commands and sequences at a rate of 100 words per minute. A few names flashed on the screen, the man clicking three of them with a the mouse next his right hand. He turned to the supervisor, nodding towards him. A small smile spread across the supervisor's face.

"Excellent."