A/N. Hi guys, I'm new to this fandom. In fact, this is my first story for Kick-Ass. I was inspired to do this after watching the movie 'The Duff' and thought of a way to apply it to the Kick-Ass characters. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I do writing it. Reviews are always welcome. I'm trying a new thing and changing my writing style, so if it sucks, I'm sorry. Also, I've changed ages and other events to different times in their lives, it makes this easier to write.
We all have them. That person who you knew when you were kids, but as you grew older you drifted apart. Admit it, you have one. A person who was once one of your closest confidants, who you could count on to be there if you ever needed someone to talk to. But now, now you want to pummel them into dust, or maybe strap them to a car seat in a car compactor and watch them scream for mercy. Well, mine is Dave Lizewski.
Before I get too ahead of myself, introductions are in order. My name is Mindy Macready. I am a 17 year old girl who attends Millard Fillmore High School (I'm in my final year of schooling, thank god). For now that's all you need to know. Anyway…back to my earlier point, we all have someone we grew up with who we now despise, unluckily for me, mine lives next door.
So, you know a little bit about me. Let me tell you about Dave. He is the most self-centred, egotistical guy you'll ever meet. He is also 17. He is the spawn of Satan! Sorry, getting off track. Dave Lizewski is your typical, well, I wouldn't call him a jock. He doesn't participate in any sports or anything at school. What he does do, the only thing the two of us have in common, is kick some serious ass. Dave is basically a black belt in most types of fighting, karate, jiu-jitsu, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, you name it, he's either tried to, or is doing it.
By night he is the costumed hero Kick-Ass. Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. I'm Hit-girl.
When I wasn't even born yet my mother killed herself. Somehow the doctors managed to get me out alive. They gave me to my dad's partner on the Force, Marcus Williams. A few years later my father was released. He came and got me and explained all about this 'Mission' we needed to accomplish. That Frank D'Amico had ruined our lives or some shit. Basically my dad moved us to a small suburban area in the shadier side of Manhattan. That's how I wound up living next door to Dave Lizewski. My father trained me, trained me to be the ultimate weapon. But when I was with Dave I felt like a normal kid, like the world didn't revolve around killing and justice. Well…it's like I had a friend. And then one day my daddy and I got careless. We forgot to set the alarm to the front door. We were in the basement training, Daddy was showing me how to perfect the Triangle-choke while I was in my Hit-Girl uniform. It just so happened that 10 year old Dave wanted to come over for a visit.
Dave had ended up stumbling in on me choking out my father while dressed as Hit-Girl. My father was less than pleased. He yelled at Dave to get out, but I couldn't let him leave. What if he told someone?
I rushed after him, up the stairway and into the hall that lead to the front entrance. Dave wasn't exactly known for his athletic prowess so he wasn't hard to catch.
"Dave" I said, yanking on his arm. I turned him forcefully so he was facing me "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm really sorry" he said "I didn't mean to…to…to walk in. Please don't kill me" he said with a sob. I put my hand on my hip and gave him a 'really?' expression
"You're such a pussy Dave. I'm not gonna kill you" I said. Dave who had been unable to meet my eyes finally lifted his head.
"Really?" he asked
"Come on, you have to ask?" I say. We'd been friends since we were like five, I had no idea why he was acting this way.
"What were you doing then?" he asked.
Daddy decided to follow me up to check if everything was alright. "Is everything alright Baby Doll?" he asked, emerging from the stairwell that leads to the basement.
"Yeah. I've got this daddy"
"What were you doing?" asked Dave again "why were there guns all on the walls, and why were you fighting your dad?" he asked
"Mindy was just training" said daddy "Dave, you know that people fight, like boxers and Olympians even. Mindy is just learning how to protect herself, that's it" he said warmly. Daddy had always held a small soft-spot for Dave. Dave was a regular at my house, and daddy didn't want to admit it, but he liked the fact that I spent time with a kid my own age. After all, he home-schooled me until I was 12.
Dave's chest seemed to swell, as though he were trying to build up the courage to say or ask something "Can you teach me?" he asked, trying to look dignified "To fight, I mean" he finished
Daddy did him a once over "What's this about Dave?" he asked
Dave's head sank and I noticed what I was too nervous and surprised to notice before. A large bruise that was beginning to swell on Dave's jaw, near his ear.
Daddy knelt down and turned Dave's head so he could see the bruise properly. He sighed "Who did this?"
"Just some guys" said Dave
"Tell me who they are?" I said calmly, inside I was a raging inferno of anger. Dave was one of the nicest and funniest guys I knew. To be honest he was about one of the only guys I knew. But I couldn't figure out why someone would hurt him.
"It's no one" he said
"Was it your father?" asked daddy timidly
"What?" spluttered Dave "No, I just wouldn't give up my lunch money so they said they had to teach me a lesson" he fidgeted nervously with his shirt.
"Ok" said daddy, straightening and letting out a sigh of relief
"Ok what?" I asked
"Ok Dave. I'll teach you how to fight. But you need to stay out of trouble"
Dave nodded excitedly. "Cool, thanks so much Mr. M"
"Don't mention it" said daddy, waving his hand. "Every day after school, I'll show you how to fight, how to protect yourself. For an hour every day, you come here, at 4 pm. Tell your dad that I asked you to stay here with Mindy because I had to go out"
I was really confused. Dave was the first person he would willingly let into the basement, and probably the last. After Dave had ran home, he had forgotten all about coming over because he was bored, daddy had explained to me why he was going to train Dave.
He grabbed my hand gently and led me back down into the basement. We both sat down on the soft mat that we used to train on. We both knelt. "Mindy" he said, watching me intently "Do you know why I agreed to teach Dave how to fight?"
"Not really" I said honestly. Daddy probably shouldn't have. People can't know about our secret. They wouldn't understand that Frank D'Amico had to die. Dave might not understand and not want to be friends with me. Dave was my only friend and I didn't want to lose him.
"Honey" he sighed "I…" he started again but stopped "I won't always be around"
"I don't under…" I started to say
"Baby Doll" he said, covering my hands with his "All of this training, all of this preparation. It doesn't ensure our survival. If something happened to me, I need to know someone's got your back" he said steadily, keeping eye contact the entire time.
"Daddy" I said "Why would something happen to you?" I asked
"Honey, what we're about to do is dangerous. And if I get hurt I can't leave you on your own"
"But you won't, will you daddy? You won't leave me?" I asked, fighting the tears that were welling in my eyes
"Never" he said, planting a small kiss on my forehead.
So there you have it. Wait, or do you? Sorry, I got a little confused about the sequence of events. Let me explain.
Dave was now a regular at my house. Every afternoon for two years we trained. On occasion Dave was either sick or couldn't make it. If he was sick he'd come over anyway to watch and see what Daddy was showing me. In the beginning it was, not hard, but I didn't want to do it. Mainly because on Dave's first day daddy had told Dave to punch me.
"Hit her" he said as Dave and I squared off
"What?" said Dave.
"Dave, you said you'd listen. Mindy's a lot tougher than she looks. Now hit her"
"I'm not gonna hit a girl" he protested
I slapped him "Act like a bitch" I slapped him again "get slapped like a bitch" Dave swung wildly at my head. I ducked and planted a solid uppercut with my right arm to his sternum. I then twisted and spun and hit him across the jaw with my left elbow. Dave went down, hard.
I offered my hand and he took it, I hauled him to his feet.
It's fair to say that since then Dave had improved. In fact, today at school Dave had beaten up three guys. He wasn't really the violent type, even though he had training this incident was the only fight he had gotten into at school. I wasn't sure why he fought them but I didn't really care. The three guys were jocks on the football team. They were as sleazy as they come. And on top of that they were a main reason I hated school. They gave me relentless shit. Most of the time it was disgusting flirting. But on the day Dave had kicked the shit out of them something happened that made me want to throw caution to the wind and kill them right then and there.
I was walking through the cafeteria to my normal table with the only two friends I had. Brad and Amy. Brad was a nice guy and Amy was cool. I had become friends with them when I had beaten up two bullies on my first day. Afterward they had approached and voiced their amazement.
"That was frickin awesome" said Amy. Brad nodded in equal astonishment
"Yeah" he said. He looks at the two groaning seniors on the floor "Come on new kid, we'll show you around" Brad and Amy were kind of like family.
They had both been orphaned at a young age and lived in the same orphanage until they were nine. A family had wanted to adopt Brad, but he had said he wasn't going anywhere without Amy. They had not been adopted by that particular family. Soon after, however, they were both adopted by the same family who found their comradery 'cute'. So they were basically family, having grown up together but they weren't related, sometimes I had trouble figuring out their relationship. There were times when I knew I saw something between them but neither of them would admit or realise it was there.
Again, damn, I'm getting off track. Back to the plot. I was walking towards our table in the back corner (where we always sat) when I passed Dave's table and heard one of the jocks there talking.
"Dave" he said "Isn't that your neighbour?" he asked as I was walking passed
"Yeah" said Dave
"She's hot" said one of the jocks
I stopped
"I can hear you, you know?" I said, turning to face the seated jocks. Dave was the only one with his back to me
They jock that had called me 'hot' stood up "Not like it ain't true" he said, waltzing over to me. Dave turned in his seat and leisurely leaned back against the table
"What do you say?" he said, coming within a meter of me "Wanna go out sometime? It's Mindy isn't it?"
"How about no" I said, he grabbed my arm as I turned to leave
"If you wanna keep that hand you'll let me go" I snarled
"She's not joking dude" said Dave amusedly
The jock released me and put his hands in the air. He turned back to his friends and I turned and started to walk back to my table
"Damn, that girl needs to be fucked" he said "Like you can feel needy, virgin vibes coming off of her. You've fucked her haven't you Dave?" he said
At this point I had turned back to them, listening intently. Not out of anger really, don't get me wrong, I was angry. It was more out of curiosity, I wanted to see what Dave would do.
"Nah" said Dave
"Come on man" he said. Dave stayed silent. The jock turned and realised I was still standing there "Checking me out Mindy?" he called out, I scoffed. He turned back to Dave "I hear she has a thing for older guys anyway"
Wait, what?
"Yeah" said another jock, piping up "Her dad was that dirty cop?"
"He was" said another one of the jocks "that fucker was crazy, wasn't he crazy or some shit?"
"Yeah" said the first jock, the one who had tried to ask me out. "That's why she likes older guys. I bet her dad fucked her like every day, definitely not a virgin" he said, smirking at me
I was just about ready to strangle this motherfucker
I looked at Dave. I understood that we no longer saw eye to eye, but Dave had loved my daddy, at least I think he did.
Dave's jaw was clenched but he said nothing. Finally he smiled and turned back to the table.
I went back to my table. Gripping my food tray so hard that my knuckles were white and the metal now had indents were my hands were holding it.
"What's wrong?" asked Brad
"Yeah" said Amy "you look mad, like, really mad" she said, leaning closer
"I'm fine. Don't know what I expected" I said
"Those guys being dicks again?" asked Amy "And Dave?" she asked. She knew Dave, kind of. Really she only knew him by reputation. Around the time I started school was when Dave and I had stopped seeing each other so much. As my friends they kind of hated Dave without even knowing him. Of course, they don't know the real reason we stopped seeing each other.
"He just sat there" I said, breathing deeply, finally managing to calm down
Amy rubbed my arm tentatively, she and Brad where just about the only people that were allowed to touch me without coming to a violent end. "You ok?" she asked
"Yeah" I said, letting out a sigh. I turned to see Dave and the three jocks leaving the cafeteria. After that, I did not see any of them, even though I had P.E. with all of them and Math with Dave.
So now, here I am. At home, writing some stupid assignment for school when I see movement in Dave's window. I peer out of mine and see Dave sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands. He angrily peeled off his t-shirt and threw it at his wall. I absolutely hated that fucker but it was hard not to notice his toned chest and rock hard abs. Then he looked out of his window and saw me watching him. His faced, which has morphed by anger, quickly turned into a half-smirk, half-snarl. I closed my curtains. Wondering if my apparent 'needy, virgin vibes' were acting up.
Marcus was going away for a week to see his parents in California. He told me that since he was going on vacation that I deserved a vacation too. I also had the week off school.
There was a knock on my door. "Come in" I said
Marcus peeked his head in "Hey" he said
"Hey" I replied, sitting back down on my bed and continuing to type.
"You ok?" he asked. After my Daddy died Marcus moved into Daddy's old house, so I got to stay next to Dave. He thought it would be good for me to have a friend close by. During those five years Marcus is still under the impression that Dave and I are, not friends anymore, but we still know, talk to, and like each other. I also don't know what gave him that impression.
"Yeah, I'm fine" I said, raising an eyebrow at Marcus
"You sure?" he persisted
"Yeah" I said "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I got a call from the principle" he said
Oh shit. Wait, I haven't done anything wrong, have I?
"She told me about what happened today" continued Marcus
"I don't understand" I said
It was Marcus's turn to raise an eyebrow "You don't know what Dave did?" he said
"No?" I stated and asked at the same time
"I thought you two were friends" he said
I scoffed "Yeah, sure" I said
"Anyway, he put three kids in hospital" he said
"What?" I burst out "Dave wouldn't do that" I said, Dave was never a violent guy.
"Well, the principle said it was three guys on the football team. Some other students said they saw Dave walking with the three of them when he said something to them. The other students said Dave looked angry and one the guys laughed and that's when Dave flipped out. They also said they saw you talking to them earlier. Do you know what the fight was about?" he asked
"No" I said quickly, too quickly. Marcus caught on that I wasn't telling him something
"Mindy?" he said, in that 'I know you're hiding something' voice.
"Listen Marcus, I don't know why Dave went Chuck Norris on three guys, alright?" I said
"Ok" he said, raising his hands in surrender "Just to let you know, Dave's suspended for the week, I asked him to look out for you while I'm gone" he said, standing up
"What?" I yelled
"Relax" he said "Dave will just be coming over sometimes to check on you"
"You don't think I can take care of myself?" I said "And Dave? What's he gonna do?"
"It'll be fine" said Marcus, he really didn't understand the rift between Dave and me. And now that I think about it, neither do you guys. Okay, I'll quickly fill you in on that bit of the story, shit someone's knocking on my door, be right back.
A/N: let me know what you guys think. I'll continue even if this doesn't get a positive response. Suggestions and prompts are welcome.