Kick-Ass : Hiding in Plain sight
Authors note: this is my very first attempt at a fic i enjoy this website and have for a long time ever since i was reading harry potter fanfiction before i caught the bus to school in the mornings in middle school.
If i make grammatical errors please bear with me. I understand Haters gonna hate and all but unless you have constructive criticism do not burn me in my review section. this fic is based off of the movie Kick-Ass instead of the comic just because i feel like it makes for a stronger charecter base for dave and mindy. i do not own any of these characters and i do not own anything to do with the franchise.
Thank you and enjoy...
Kick-Ass: Hiding in plain sight
chapter 1 : Memories
He felt like his legs couldnt move fast enough as he ran down the destroyed hallway of the upscale penthouse apartment . He felt his head still throbbing from the blow he had just suffered at the hands of Chris Damico. His feet were betraying him he could barely move without slipping on the bloodstained floor , the blood, the smoke, and the bodies of Damico's fallen soldiers overwhelmed his senses. And through it all one thought ran through his mind the very thing that kept him from falling over "She needs me" as he approached the Big fat son of a bitch he had mowed down earlier he found what he was looking for. The bazooka felt like it weighed a ton he put it under his arm and was careful to avoid the trigger he didnt wanna have to put his finger on it unless he absolutely had to. He heard a loud yell come from the room down the hall " Kill all my men will ya, Kill every guy on my fucking payroll" . Feeling an extra surge of energy from some where in his chest he managed to get his feet moving again he ran the distance in a matter of a few seconds but his whole body froze and his legs almost gave way when he turned the corner into the office. " I wish i had a son like you" he saw the man's finger tighten on the trigger as he managed to force his legs into motion as he took another step into the office." Time for a family reunion" he heard her moan and saw her eyes get wide with fear thats all it took to rip the words from his throat. He heard someone shout "Hey" was that him it didnt sound like him it felt strong, powerful even. The man looked up Surprised "Why dont you pick on someone your own size" He saw the fear immediatly enter the mans eyes. As the man brought his gun up he felt the bazooka jump in his arms he saw a flash of light and heard a deafining explosion from what seemed like only a few feet away. As he opened his eyes all he could see was her lying there he dropped the weapon and ran to her he felt her body go limp as he picked her up. So tiny but so dangerous he hugged her close as he hooked her into the jet pack. As he manipulated the controls he heard the jetpack roar to life quickly they rose he felt the sun on his face and the relief that spread across his entire body was instantaneous.
As soon as the feeling came it was gone he looked down and where he hoped to see a beautiful young woman he saw only the street below him. Panic and fear gripped his heart as he desperatly looked down afraid to see her broken body falling to earth nothing just blackness around him the street dissappered the buildings faded into drakness he felt the jetpack turn on its own and he saw with horror standing on the balcony was a man dressed in orange and black with the letter M emblazoned on his chest the mask looked like something out of a party magazine but there was nothing funny about what he was holding in his right hand. The katana glistened even in the darkness it seemed to shine brighter as it moved towards the young girls throat. Damico held her by the back of her neck with the blade pressed firmly to her throat a thin red line appearing a round the blade and tiny drops of blood flowing down the blade. Her eyes were pleading begging for help tears rolled down the young girls cheek. He felt for the controls on the jet pack and realized they werent there he couldnt move he could not save her. He wasnt strong enough or quick enough he wanted to scream when he saw the blade move quickly but no words came out. He felt her blood splatter on his mask in his eyes he could taste it in his mouth all he could hear was a gurgiling sound and the faint laughter coming from the young man who held he lifeless body. Through blood stained eyes he saw a flash of orange black hurl itself towards him as the laughter grew to a fever pitch he felt the blade enter his chest...
Dave LIzewski woke up he felt like he was swimming in a pool he was soaked with what he though for an instant was blood but he soon realized that his sweat had soaked his sheets as he recovered he threw his legs over his bed and in the darkness he looked into the mirror. He paused as his eyes layed on a picture attached to the mirror and in the moonlight he saw what it was. He stood in the middle his father was on his left and a handsome black gentlemen stood on his right his eyes drifted down to the girl who sat directly in front of him smiling as she blew out the candles on her birthday cake. The image he had in his dream immediatly came back the pleading in her eyes. And for the first times in months Kick-Ass wept.