Mindi and I sit at the table at lunch, smiling about the fact that we are two costumed vigilantes in a high-school full of lustful and oblivious teenagers. We were seniors, I was surprised I made it through the summer as Bloody Hood with all the crazy shit I had been through. My dad had told me to give up being Hood, but I couldn't, I guess it's one of those things that you want, and will, do every night until you can't anymore. Mindi grew more beautiful, which I never thought possible, we were still together, and we hadn't fought since our altercation over our identities (See issue 1). Perfect? No, we disagree on A LOT of things (mostly on how we are gonna execute a bust) but we don't fight about it, we solve it like mature adults. That means we use Rock Paper Scissors.
"Beautiful day." Mindi says to me, kissing me on the neck.
"Beautiful you." I reply, meeting the girl with a kiss.
"Alright, I'm still here, next time warn me!" Sam says, standing up to go throw his lunch tray in the garbage.
"Oh shush, we'll get you laid yet." Lenny replies to Sam, causing me to smile.
"I'm surprised; usually Lenny's the one complaining about our affections."
"I'm used to it by now bro." he replies simply. I chuckle to myself.
I pull my hood over my head; I had a white ski mask now, so I didn't have to worry about my face being exposed to the bad guys, not that they would live to tell it. I smile as I look at myself in the mirror. I checked my belt, my knife was at the back, diagonal so I can unsheathe with ease. I had a Sig Sauer P250 tucked in my waist band and my club sheathed on my back.
"Ready for a little action?" Mindi asked, rubbing my chest. I smile, wrapping my arms around her for a minute or two before we took off.
"You fucking idiot! Dropping that box on my toe!" the goon said as Mindi and I stood on the roof across from them.
"Sorry, next time watch where your foot is!" i looked at Mindi, who nodded and we jumped up, sprinting to the edge of the adjacent roof top. I leaped across, gliding through the air and hitting the roof top, parkour rolling and drawing my knife. That's when I noticed the other guys unpacking the dope. There were eight in total, not unusual odds, but a little unexpected.
"Great, look what your yelling attracted, the teen titans." That's when I dove in, driving my foot into the first guys hip, he fell to one knee, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up and dragged the knife across his throat. He dropped to the ground, bleeding out profusely on the ground. I turned around, driving my fist into the next goon's chest, sending him stumbling towards the edge. I sprinted up and slid into a heel kick, knocking clear off the building. He screamed loud as he plummeted to the ground. That's when the guns started going off. Sig's, Colt's, Glock's, all there was, was gun fire. I drew my pistol out, and cocked it, rolling into cover. I peeked out, gun drawn and fired, bullet hitting one of the last six goons in the center of his throat. He slid off the side of the building, crashing down into the alleyway below. Mindi started firing too, killing two more. Three more stand, MP5K's and Ithaca shotguns readied. I peeked out, firing and hitting one in the knee, causing him to drop forward, and I fired again, bullet passing through his skull cap. He was dead before he hit the ground. Mindi fires, hitting one of them in the center of his chest, he dropped to the ground. The last one started shaking; he was alone and at our mercy. He dropped his gun,
"Fuck Killa7." He said. I look at Mindi, she shrugs. I walk over to him and he starts to pull a gun out I grab his hand, kick him hard in the ribs and rip the pistol from his hands and fired, the bullet hitting the edge of his throat and blood spraying violently. He falls to the ground, choking and drowning in his blood.
"That was predictable." Mindi said, I chuckle and throw the gun down. I holster my own and we run off.