(A/N: Hey peoples! This is my first KA fanfic so I hope you like it and please lemme know what you think and things I can do to make it better! Enjoy!)

Chapter 1

Mindy's POV

They say your life flashes before your eyes just as you're about to die; well it's true. I saw my daddy pushing me on the old swing set in our backyard, as the first image of my final moments. Next I saw my daddy and me drinking hot cocoa, the night after my first kill. Then, my daddy's death. Kick Ass and I killing D'Amico. Kick Ass finally kissing me. Marcus and I getting into another argument. And finally, the last image, Kick Ass, in suit, takes off his mask and clasps my hand in his own. I remember giving him a weak smile as tears fell down his face. "Stop being such a pussy, I'm the one dying," I muttered to him with one of my last breaths. He managed to put a weak smile on his face and whispered how much he loved me; you know all that sappy romance shit. He kissed me one last time and well, here I am now.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, we all have a story; our own unique story that makes us who we are. That story may not be pretty but its part of us. It's what makes us, well us. Even though my childhood was taken from me, I wouldn't trade my life for the world. If it weren't for my daddy, than I could've turned into one of the queen bitch girls and I can't imagine how that would've turned out. My daddy gave me a shot at a dangerous, but yet adventurous life. There are many people who sit at home and do nothing with their lives but thanks to my daddy, I wasn't one of them. I got the rare chance to actually do something with my life. To make an impression on the world. Add meaning to the word life. To be a real life bad ass; a superhero.

My story is a very unique one indeed, not one you hear every day. And just because it's unique and involves a lot of violence and death, does not make me a bad guy or demented or different in a bad way. It makes me, me.

Marcus may think my daddy was a horrible guardian and parent for raising me the way he did, but I couldn't disagree more.

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Dave's POV

Bang! Bang! Bang! You would think that the constant rhythm of gunshots would hurt my ears, but I've gotten used to it. As I kill another thug, I turn around to see Chris D'Amico pull out a sword- that I've never seen him use before- from Hit Girls chest.

"MINDY!" I scream, in utter shock, not caring that I just gave up her identity. "PLAYTIME'S OVER MOTHERFUCKER!" I scream Mindy's battle call as I charge towards the Mother Fucker, my sword pointed towards him. Some of his minions try to stop me but now that Mindy's dying, I am an unstoppable force. I kill seven or eight (I really have no idea, I lost count, but I did kill all of them) of his minions before I reach him. He trips over his feet as he reaches for the gun in his belt. His gun flies to my feet as he drops it. An evil grin covers my face as I think of the sight of his blood on my shoes. He reaches for his gun that is near my feet, but he doesn't get the chance to grab it.

I stomp as hard as I can, crushing his skull beneath my shoe. I sick pleasure fills me as I stomp again, and again, and again. I probably could have stomped on that fuckers head for hours, but what stopped me was the thought of Mindy.

I quickly spotted her on the ground near me. I threw off my mask as I rushed to her side. Tears rained down my cheeks as I clasped her hands in my own.

"Is he dead?" she whispered, struggling to keep her eyes open.

I nodded, "I killed him, just for you. I bashed that bastard's brain in."

She smiled. When she did this, I wondered how anyone could smile in their final moments, but then again, it's Mindy we're talking about. More tears fell down my face as I watched her face slowly lose its color. I thought of how Mindy would finally leave me forever as I watched the life slowly drain from her body.

"Oh stop being such a pussy, I'm the one dying," Mindy muttered, her eyes slowly closing.

They opened on last time, and for her sake I smiled a weak smile. Even though I knew she probably couldn't hear me, I continued to talk to her. "I love you Min. You were the bravest person I've ever met. Big Daddy would've been proud of you. Because of you, so many people were saved including me. You were my best friend. I felt like I could tell you anything and I still feel that way. I admired you when I first met you. I felt like such a perv for liking you. And when I finally got the balls to kiss you, I no longer felt like a perv. The love story we built together was a unique relationship. We started dating when you were fifteen and you died when you were eighteen. Even though you are dead, I will never stop loving you Min. No one can ever replace you. Remember when we were at the warehouse that one day in September? About two months ago? And we made those plans to travel all around the world and fight crime when D'Amico was killed? Well guess what! I'm getting as many members as I can from Justice Forever and we are going to travel the world. Start superhero groups everywhere, just for the sake of you. Even though you're gone, you will never leave this world and I'm going to make sure of that. I'm also planning on making 'Playtime's over motherfuckers' the official battle cry for superheroes everywhere. I need to learn how to say that in like every single language… but I don't mind. I'll do anything for you Mindy. Mindy McCready, I love you. I wish you were still here with me. Or that you would sit up and say 'Stop crying cunt' and kiss me like in one of those sappy romance novels I know you hate. Well it's probably time to call the cops and let them collect the bodies. I wish I could stay here with you, but I must leave. I love you my Hit Girl."

Before I left I took her entire costume and put her regular clothes on her. And as creepy as this sounds, I took a picture of us together. I did this (the changing of clothes thing) for one reason and one reason only, so they can all see the face of the innocent (Mindy, innocent, HA!) little girl that the Mother Fucker just killed. Plus, I couldn't have people knowing the real identity of Hit Girl, that's our little secret. Well I guess it was two reasons but whatever.