Chapter 1: Parental advice, Sleepless Days and Restless Nights
Summary: Rodrick gets suspicious over all the wrong things when one day his father introduces the new family member- Angie. But when Angie is actually Mindy Macready's cover, things starts spiraling down. The weird combination of DWK and KA insurance violence, curses and of course deadpanning!
Rating: M -Mostly for language and violence.
Thoughts will be written in bold.
Disclaimer: I don't own Diary of a Wimpy kid or Kick Ass.
AN: I just wanted to let you know that English isn't my first language so I probably have a lot of grammar mistakes. Sorry for that. If there is something that really bothers you please notify me.
AN2: The only real connection between Mindy Macready (Hit Girl) and Angie Steadman is that they are both portrayed by (the amazing) Chloë Grace Moretz. I just like the Angie/Mindy x Rodrick interaction.
This was created after I watched Diary of a wimpy kid (because Chloe Moretz plays in it), and decided it needs more action to truly bring out the coolness of Rodrick. It might be a bit crazy. I'm going to update on a weekly basis.
So enjoy and feel free to comment.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Mindy knew that in the very few pop-culture stories she read about or seen on TV, most stories that began in an optimistic point of life, ended badly. Maybe it was a non-spoken rule among authors and screenwriters, or maybe that was just the kind of films she watched. So she would have to start her story in the low part. Just so she wouldn't jinx it:
"I got you the tickets." She flashed a few of them in front of the afro-American man. "The ship will take you to Peru, from there you have a train to Bolivia and then there is your plane. All the documents are here, plus a disposable phone. If there is a problem, call me."
Marcus smiled at Mindy. "You are aware that I'm supposed to do the calming here, right?"
For the past three and a half years he and Mindy were living together. Since her father died that is. And she had grown up even more than from her days as a 12 year old street fighter.
After she revenged her father's death, Marcus hoped "Hit Girl" would cease to exist and Mindy will get over this phase in her life and stop this super-hero bullshit. Dave certainly had. His girlfriend managed to talk some sense into him.
Of course she wasn't allowed to go out at night (He installed security system in her room, trying to protect not only her, but others as well. Although he knew it will hardly do any difference in an attempt to stop her- she was after all a professional). Mindy just kept on training. He hoped she just keep on doing that. Just training that is.
He wondered how she got her hands on those fake papers so fast, but he had no time. The government was after him. And if he wouldn't flee the country ASAP he might get the death sentence.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
3 months earlier
"Frank?" Marcus asked when the line got picked up.
"No, its Rodrick," a sleepy young voice answered from the other side, "I'll call him…" after a few rumbles, shakes and yells Marcus finally found himself talking to Frank Heffley.
Hearing his voice on the other side, Marcus couldn't help but to feel reassurance. He and Frank are friends since college, a fact that might play to his benefits.
"Frank, it's Marcus"
"Hi! What's up buddy?" A cheery voice said. -Almost cheery enough to pick up Marcus's mood.
"Things are doing well, Mindy is doing great," the cup tried to hide the real reason for his ring. He knew he will have to admit to Frank eventually, but he still needed the time to gain some courage. "How are you're boys?"
"They're fine, just fine. Greg is about to start middle school, Manny has this good paintings. And Rodrick's band is increasingly less annoying".
After a few minutes of catching up, Marcus finally made it to the point. "Are you and Suzan still on the foster parent list?" –That sentence alone almost killed him from the inside. He and Mindy didn't have such good experience with foster care. After Damon died, Mindy was taken twice out of Marcus's care.
"Sure. When Suzan's half sister had cancer we signed. Why? What's going on?"
"I've started investigating Hawthorn, I'm a bit worried…"
"Investigating Hawthorn? Like the mobster Hawthorn?" Frank sounded surprised.
"Yes. I just wanted to ask… If something happened to me, will you be able to take care of Mindy? I mean will you help her? I mean she's a tough kid and that's making me quit scared. If something happened to me she'll be all alone. Dave that loser stopped talking to her because of Katie and I don't know what she'll do on her own. She's my daughter. And that poor kid Todd, hell knows what's going on with that boy…" He babbled trying to calm his nerves. Frank had a family, he had 3 kids already, he might not be able to help Mindy.
"Whoa, Marcus, relax. I feel offended you had to ask. Of course I'll take care of her. From what I've heard she's a good kid."-Frank tried to ignore the sigh of relief that came from the other side. "Are you safe?"
"Frank," Marcus said with a deep voice finally calmed, "This is me being safe."
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
"Mindy," Marcus said while holding the wheel with more force than needed. They were driving to the coast, which was a decoy because Frank hadn't lived that far off of their old apartment "at Frank's house things might be a little difficult, he has three boys and a normal job. Although…" he trailed off thinking, like he wasn't sure how to complete the sentence, "you see. Frank used to be one of your people." Her questioning look made him add whispering- "a super-hero".
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. Maybe not anymore, I don't know, but he used to be. You can trust him. Do you have your own papers?" he tried to be as fatherly as possible.
Knowing Hawthorn might chase after her (if a man is capable of framing an officer with 5 murders he can kidnap a young girl), they faked her in to the adoption system with a false name and information.
"Yes. Here it is; Angela Steadman" she looked in her papers.
They were in the bad sector of town and managed to sale the car for a chop-shop in a quit nice price. They had time for her train to come and his ship to sail, so they sat at some random café, carrying their little baggage.
"Promise not to do something stupid" He asked her when she looked at her drink. She was drinking hot chocolate.
"Will you promise?" she asked inquiring, her eyes matched her sad tone. They smiled at each other weakly, sitting there in silence for a while.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
He walked her to the station with a few moments to spare. They looked at one another and then they've hugged each other as tight as possible. If he hadn't known her better he would've thought she might cry.
"Be safe" Mindy whispered to his back.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
"Is anyone sitting here?" Angie Steadman asked a woman on the train. The lady raised her head from the tabloid she read and smiled.
"No." Angie's eyes drifted to the window, where Marcus stood, waiting for the train to take her to her away. Even through the dirty window she could see the tear in his eyes. Stepping forward to it, and putting her hand on the window she looked at him. Not breaking eye contact.
"Is that your father?"
"Yes."
Marcus was her father as much as Damon was; she will do anything for him. Knowing that much like her father, Marcus loved being a police officer she will find a way to help him return to his position. And if she would have to kill some low life shitty gangsters in order to clear his name she will not back off. Because her policy about terminating criminals was: the more the merrier. The train started to move and Angie and the women made a quick introduction.
Angie started a conversation with the women -Sarah. She asked politely to prevent the thing to happen other way around – to be the one who has to answer. "So, where are you going?"
"Oh, I'm on my way home. I went to visit my mother." She pulls out a photo from her bag, "these are my children".There stood a redhead, she looked about 12 years old, and next to her was a young boy with brown hair, probably 10 years old. –A wild grin featured both of their faces. "What are their names?"
"She's Alexandra and he's will." Then Sarah realized something and looked at her strangely, "Why aren't you at school?"
Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, summer vacation ended days ago. But being a fast thinker she quickly said "I'm home-schooled". She hadn't the time to prepare to those things. She distracted the women by asking her a random question about a movie-star from the tabloid she held.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Ten days ago, Marcus's friend from CSI told him about a maniac on a shooting spree; a man walked up to houses and shot mercilessly at innocent people- no survivors were found. 5 had died from the random killer.
The lab managed to get the bullets out, though they hadn't thought a trained killer would leave them behind. Maybe he got rid of the gun somehow. -Because really, a shooter this good and accurate must be a professional. What kind of a professional leaves his bullets behind? 'No way' they said.
But they were wrong. After four days (stuff on "CSI: Miami" are pretty ridicules; governments' labs aren't that fast. Or fancy for that matter,) there was a perfect match in the database. It was Marcus's gun. The one issued him by the police force.
As soon as they've heard about the false accusations Marcus and she went under the radar, staying at one of Damon "old" safe houses (Currently used only by her. Not that Marcus would ever know she still uses it.) Mindy had managed to buy papers, but she was no longer Mindy, and he was no longer Marcus. Her new name was Angela (Although she preferred Angie) and he was Nicholas Wallace.
They rang Frank to let him know she was coming, and of her new name, along with some papers from the oh-so-very-efficient-US-government for him to become her foster parent. The plans were made, Marcus is going to disappear and she'll wait at Frank's custody until she's 18. Or until Marcus's name is squeaky clean, like before. And if it was at the hands of the newly named "Angie Heffley née Steadman" (her name automatically changed when he officially adopted her), he will not be hiding in a remote country hiding for that very long.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Two days Earlier
Mindy walked into the police station with a big camera hanging from her neck, a notebook at hand ready with a pen. Who said I'm not a costume genius? Walking to the receptionist she smiled her shiest smile and the most worried expression she could muster.
"Excuse me, where everyone is?" She asked the elderly women behind the desk. Mindy had to drive to the other side of town to the second police station. That's because of two reasons. First of all, at the other one she must likely to be recognized as Marcus's daughter the moment her nose got past the door frame. Second, after finding out that Marcus was the "homicidal killer" the primary investigation was transformed to that station.
"Everyone's at lunch," the woman answered in sympathy, "is there any way I can help you?"
"Well, I'm doing an article about the chief for my school paper. He was voted as the most contributing member to society of this year, and I wanted to take his photo. Maybe ask some questions?" She stated almost questioningly, as in character.
"Well, he won't be back in 45 minutes. But, why won't you wait in his office?" The secretary asked to the delight of Mindy. –I am that lucky. That was easier than I thought.
She kindly refused the water the woman offered on their way to the office. As soon as she was left alone, Mindy disassembled the camera and used the device inside of it to crack the password for the computer (which sadly was; "Horatio_Kane"). –Maybe CSI: Miami was ridicules, but the chief could certainly hope for a sunglasses balding redhead man to start reducing the ever growing pile of unsolved crimes the New York City police had been facing recently.
As soon as she was in she connected to the criminal database, and hooked her disk-on-key. Loading a program she stole from a Marty about 4 years previous.
The program was a hidden one that kept sending files to an email account from any computer. In this case she sent all files related to her, Marcus, the case and every Hawthorne related gang member, as soon as there has been a change in the files themselves at any computer in the network.
Simply it meant she could follow the police movements, and execute her revenge on Hawthorn, by collecting data without leaving her chair.
She should've stolen more of Marty's stuff when she had the chance. -Probably not that lucky. Now that she considered her entire life, she knew luck was not a strong factor in them. Well, luck is for the weak.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Angie chatted with Sarah, actually knowing she was going to drift off to sleep, she carefully held the knife in her pocket close to her, and Sarah told her she'll wake her up when they'll get to the station. Before she rested her eyes she made sure her suitcase won't "disappear" by ting it to the chair with a special knot her father had taught her.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Rodrick wanted to sleep. Never mind English class, rest is what he needed. He remembered that there is something important going on today, his question was; what was it? His dad said something about releasing him early to help out. You see, Rodrick kind of zoned out after he heard his father saying he'll release him early from school.
After some time of hard thinking, Rodrick managed to overcome his tiredness in order to think. We're going to the train station to pick up the girl! The girl we cleared the attic for. She's coming today. Angela was her name he continued with the information returning to him, she's 15 or so, so she'll probably go to Greg's school. Lucky girl he cynically thought. He waited for about half hour (spent lying close eyed on the table) until the loud speaker called out his name. His best friend Mac looked up at him questioningly. Instead of mouthing the words, Rodrick said -Probably loud enough for everyone to hear, especially after the quiet caused by the loud speaker's announcement turned their attention to him- "New sister".
His father stood in the main office. "I'm just filling up the last forms" he said when seeing him.
"-Forms for what?"
"-Forms for her to join this school. It was quit sudden so I have to fill them up now."
"You said she's 14… She's supposed to be at Greg's school"
"She's 15 and a half" he leaned forward away from the papers to the direction of his eldest son, "home schooled" he whispered, like the secretary will be offended by the very idea of someone not attending school.
"Freaky…" Rodrick mocked with his dead-pan expression.
After a while Frank handed the papers to the secretary, who seemed to be annoyed by the very idea that someone had made her stop applying nail polish.
"Come on, we're taking your van. Your mother dropped me off here." Rodrick dragged his feet next to his father.
Walking down the hall to the parking lot, "we're going to be late!" a statement his father surely regretted after two seconds of Rodrick's driving. To Rodrick's pleasure his father couldn't complain about it because he was busy docking musical instruments that had flown from the back sit.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Angie woke-up by herself, surprising Sarah in the process.
You see, when being raised as a super-hero vigilante, you kind of change. Make you a bit more jumpy; she woke up by sitting up suddenly, eyes wide, hand gripping tighter the knife in her pocket. Sarah was biting on her own lip to suppress a yell that threatened to come from the out of the blue wakefulness.
Angie saw her surroundings and realized there's about a minute or two for the train to make it to the station. Her problem was that Sarah hadn't stopped looking since she woke up, and the only way release the knot was to cut it. She gave up the attempt to look normal- and pulled out the knife and opened the rope. Sarah set there wide eyed, but haven't had the chance to utter a word because Angie was already up to the corridor and the doors. She stood there when the train slowed down and things looked less blurry.
The doors opened up to an almost empty station. She got out and searched for a man similar to the description Marcus gave her. They hadn't the time to search for a picture. But then she realized that maybe Mrs. Heffley would be the one to pick her up. Then the sound of tires squealing came and a man went quickly into the station, panting from his weird half limp half attempt to run. Behind him followed- unwillingly Angie thought- a teenage boy. The man raised a paper with a picture of a taco on it, and looked a lot like he could be named Frank. He looked up at the brochure, realizing his mistake and flipping it to the other side where it says clearly "Angie". Above it was a crossed out "Mindy". –The name Frank used to know her by.
Slowly but surely Angela Steadman approached her future, but her past has not been forgotten, it's time to kick some gangster ass.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX