(A/N) this is my first fanfic. Please rate, and review. If you want to beta my stories, let me know. (A/N)
Disclaimer: I do not own Kick-Ass, but if I did, I would be psyched!
Dave Lizewski was up late one night training, when his cellphone buzzed. He looked down and saw he received a text from an unknown number. He ignored it and continued to train. His phone buzzed again and he received another text from the same number. He wondered if they could be in dire need of help, and reaching out to Kick-Ass when he realized that only his two best friends have his number: Marty and Todd. He picked up his phone to see if maybe they got a new cellphone and where texting him their new number. He saw the text and wondered if it could perhaps be a joke. The first text read "meet behind Murphy's Bar at 11:38, and don't be late. The second text read "Or you'll regret it." "Shit!" he murmured, this couldn't be a joke, the only people who knew what he did at Murphy's Bar was Justice Forever, and Chris D'amico. Justice forever wouldn't have sent this type of text to him, even as a joke, but Chris D'amico was dead. Dave realize that whoever could figure out his number and knew his secret identity was not someone to mess around with so he picked up his costume and headed to the bathroom. After he was suited up, he reached under the sink to grab his two sticks that he hid there. He quickly ran down the stairs and hopped onto his bike.
Dave thought back to that fateful day, almost a year ago. He shivered. He could still see Chris D'amico slip from his grip and fall into his shark tank. His happiness that he survived, and the shark that quickly ended his life. He could still remember when Mindy left New York. The realization that he was on his own really only hit him a week after she left. He encountered a group of drug dealers who beat him to a pulp. He barely managed to escape with his life. He came back to the safe house missing Mindy's presence, even her scolding would have been welcome, as long as he wasn't alone. He tried to enlist Todd's help, he helped him out every now and then but not reliably, and Marty was going to Harvard to get his law degree, so he couldn't help either. He hasn't done much since that day a year ago. Stopped a mugger here and there, and a couple of drug dealers too. "Speak of the devil." Dave said as he saw a mugger mugging a college student. He got off his bike and approached them with his fighting sticks drawn. "Hey!" He shouted "leave her alone!" The mugger just hollered back "just walk away, this ain't none of your business." Kick-Ass stood there for a second wondering why that sounded familiar when he realized that was pretty much what he was told in his first encounter in costume. "Well, I hope this goes better than that time." He mumbled under his breath. He thought he saw a quick flash of black in the corner of his eye, but when he looked again, no one was there. He shrugged it off "This is my business!" He shouted charging forward. The mugger turned around. "Oh fuck!" He yelled fleeing the scene. "Are you okay?" He asked the college girl. "I'm fine, but thanks though." "No problem." She picked up her books and walked to what Kick-Ass assumed must have been the direction of her dwelling, or her friend's dwelling. "Shit, I'm gonna be late!" He exclaimed. He quickly found his bike and started to pedal furiously to Murphy's Bar.
He arrived and ditched his bicycle near a street lamp. He looked at his watch. It read 11:39. "Aww crap, this can't be good." Suddenly he saw a note on the ground. He picked it up and read it. It said "I told you not to be late! Now you will pay the price." Kick-Ass looked up worried. "This guy meant serious business." he thought. He looked around nervously. He thought he heard a rustling in the building to his right. He looked up but saw only blackness. Suddenly he felt a bag was thrown on him. He struggled, but before he could get the bag off of his head, someone tightened the string until it was practically choking him. Someone lifted him up and threw him into what he thought was the back of a van. Shortly after, the van started rumbling, and quickly sped down the road. Every turn the van took threw Kick-Ass around in the back. "what do they want with me?" he wondered "I haven't stopped anyone in weeks, why now?" The van took a final turn before slamming on its breaks. The doors flew open and he was put into a chair and handcuffed. The unknown kidnapper took off the bag covering his face. His eyes struggled to adjust to the bright light that was shining right into his face. The kidnapper turned the light out of his face and pointed at the floor. Kick-Ass' eyes finally adjusted. Kick-Ass had a startled expression that the kidnapper could obviously see.
"Miss me?"