Disclaimer: I do not own rights to Kick-Ass and/or anything related to it.

Story picks up at the 2nd movie, the night after Mindy's visit. I read the comics, but as this fanfiction will progress I plan to derail quite a lot and quite quickly, picking up bits and pieces from the original story here and there.

First chapter may start at slower pace, as I need to connect "my story" and the original one in some sort.

Note: 1 meter should be slightly above 3 feet, 2,5 centimeters should be around 1 inch.

WARNING - at one point in the battle there will be quite violent scene.

This was... strange. Mindy just dropped by in the middle of night. It was new for me, seeing her hurt by such ordinary stuff. I have seen her cry only once, when her dad died and even that was only after she finished her job. Perhaps she means it that she just wants a normal life, I just find it hard to believe.

"Look Dave," said Todd as he slapped me on the shoulder from behind and pointed at Mindy. I was already in the school cafeteria with Marty, eating our lunch.

"She looks different," added Todd as he sat down next to us.

"Sorry about yesterday," said Marty, but Todd just waived his hand to let it be and stared at Mindy. I kept looking for her, but I couldn't see her from my seat. A crowd formed in between us. It was strange as I heard people laughing at Brook. Shortly after Mindy came from the crowd, wearing a proud, wide smile across her face.

"Boys."

"Mindy," we said at the same time. She leaned over my shoulder and put something in my pocket.

"Keep this for me for awhile, will you," she whispered in my ear and then looked over the cafeteria. Some teachers were coming towards us.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I followed your advice," she winked at me, then teacher took her by arm and led her away. She kept her smile on, though.

As students were passing by, we stopped one them and found out what had just happened. Everyone was leaving the cafeteria and when the smell reached us, so did we. I hid that thing in my gym shoes, nobody would look there. It was a good idea, as later I was taken to the principal's office and asked if I know anything about that incident. Our principal was seen mostly only during major events, else she was always in her office. Her office was at the ground floor, hidden behind the school's secretary office. She seemed ok. Neither too strict, nor too benevolent, just doing her job. When I came in her office, Mindy was sent to the secretary and when she passed by me, she gave me this devious smile. Principal told me they were looking for some "phone", but they did't find anything. I repeated I don't know anything, so she sighed and sent me away.

"That was sick Mindy, I love it!" Todd was telling Mindy how great it was as she waited for me in front of the secretary's office.

"Shut up Todd, you don't need to cause more troubles," Marty hissed at him.

"You know each another?" I asked them, but they just met. Todd kept asking so many questions and sending compliments at Mindy, even while she answered almost none of them.

They really couldn't do anything to her. Three girls vomitted in cafeteria and there was no way she could be called responsible for it. Nobody saw anything extraordinary. Those three were called liars for making such obvious lies. Then we had to split, as we all had different classes to attend. Nothing spectacular happened for the rest of the day in school.

When I came home, I found dad in my room. He found my costume and gave me his speech, how he considers it reckless, irresponsible of me and ordered me to stop. Of course I said no. I said few words which I could have spared him, took that costume with batons from his hands and went out of the house. What else could I do, give up on everything great that was going on in my life? To change who I am? I just put the costume on at the nearest corner and went for JF HQ to crash at that place.

As I reached the entrance, I can see lock missing at the front door. It is strange as we never use them, we always enter by elevator. As I went trough them, I could hear noises. The closer I got the clearer they were. Someone was interrogating Colonel and another voice was shouting at Eisenhower to shut up. They were telling him what they will do if Colonel does not tell them what they want to hear. I stopped to look around. I took one smoke grenade, fired it up and threw it in there. It took around 5 to 10 seconds to create fog so dense that I couldn't see one meter ahead of me. I bent down as low as I could, as it was a little easier to see closer to the ground. As I went in, I almost stumbled across someone's legs. I did not recognize them, so I hit their owner in a knee, sending him to the ground with a lot of noise. When he fell, I hit him right in the head with second baton, right in the temple. Eisenhower was right next to us, locked in a cage. I calmed him a bit, opened the cage and said "Where is your master?" He looked at me for a second and then went straight in the fog. Soon I heard loud screams as he torn his victim apart. After this someone opened fire from an automatic weapon.

"You dickhead, you hit me!" Screamed Chris from the other side of room. "Sorry boss," shooter answered two meters behind me. I turned around and saw him approaching at about the same time as he spot me. I swung my baton so the longer end was bellow my hand and hit him it in guts. He drops on his knees and before he could aim at me again, I hit him in head. He went with the hit, so I got ready for next one, but he fell on a corner of shelf, cracking his skull wide open.

Next what I heard were at least two pairs of feet running up the stairs. Noises calmed down and I heard only Colonel as he said: "Good boy, bite the rope, yes you are a good boy." I got closer to him, as fog went few centimeters up.

"How many were here?" I asked him and stayed ready for combat.

"Five, how many you took out?"

"Two plus one by Eisenhower."

"Good, that should be it, the rest ran up stairs to the street. Close the door before smoke attracts fire-brigade."

I did as he said. Nice column of smoke was escaping out and only then I noticed how awful air was down there. The smoke smelled from sulfur and I had tears all over my face. When I forced myself to go back, colonel threw a gas mask at me, but it took some time to clear air inside it. It is nice to have air filter when you already have gas trapped under your mask.

"What will we do with the bodies?"

"Don't worry Kick Ass, I can take care of unwanted bodies," said Colonel with laughs and coughs.

"Was it Chris, the guy who got shot?

"Maybe. He was with them."

"Always nice to hear from old friends," I whispered to myself.

As I found out, aside from being beaten up like punching bag and dislocated shoulder, Colonel was fine. What caught my attention was Eisenhower. His fur went from dark brown to pure red and blood was everywhere. The body he attacked had torn out its throat, face skinned to meat, muscles cut out from its arms. I don't know what they did to him before I came, but that smoke must have been last drop. If it hurt my nose so bad, he with much more sensitive one must have suffered quite bad, I hope I didn't ruin his smell receptors.

"Thanks for coming by, by the way," said colonel as he opened a window, to let some smoke out.

"I wanted to crash at this place for a night, but someone came sooner." The second part I didn't say so loud. He heard me anyway.

"Forget about Chris, if he is shot it will give us some time. He also lost most of his friends," said Colonel as he kicked the body that hurt Eisenhower. I couldn't see his face, but from the way he said it, I can imagine his grin. Prey came to hunter and hunter killed the prey.

"Not that I don't want you in here, especially after tonight, but I doubt it is safe or healthy to stay here till the morning," said Colonel.

I nodded and went straight to Marty.

A/N:

Once upon a time, martin4x4 played airsoft. We had these awesome ex-military smoke grenades (RDG 2, if I remember correctly). If thrown into 10x30m (30x100 feet?) enclosed warehouse, it really took around 5-10 seconds to create such dense fog you could not see under your feet. And the smell... it was a pain to operate in it, as you were breathing faster, i.e. inhaling even more of it. We had plenty of other interesting equipment, some may find its way into this fanfiction.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and that grammar was not that painful that it discouraged you from reading. Leave a comment, all are appreciated.