Authors Note: This is my second (published) story. I hope that it will be better than the first: 'Sleep Tight'.

As I mentioned before I was inspired to write these stories by the many amazing Authors on Fan Fiction who write Kick-Ass Stories. We all know who they are. However my top author, and inspiration has to be Makokam and his epic saga Precocious Crush. I am sure many readers will agree with this.

This story fits in after my first story: 'Sleep Tight'- with a slight cross-over. I have primarily based my story on Makokam's interpretation of the characters as shown in Precocious Crush and give him full credit for this.

As usual I look forward, with some trepidation, to any reviews. I promise to accept any and all criticism. Also I am, still, British so my spelling and grammar may look and seem strange to some.


I did my best not to look back after leaving Mindy at the Safehouse.

I don't know why, but I was starting to miss her. Stupid, really! I had only known who she really was for a little over a day. Before then she had just been Hit Girl, who I freely admitted, scared the crap outta me ever since I had first seen her at Rasul's, where I was literally frozen with fear watching her actions as she sliced and diced, like a mini, purple Darth Maul. Just the thought of Hit Girl intimidated me - but I supposed that was the idea. Even the real girl underneath the costume intimidated me, despite looking like a cute eleven year-old. With or without the costume I could only visualise her standing there holding a bō-staff, the blades dripping with blood! Oh, I was going to be having some great nightmares for the next decade or two! Still, I owed her my life - twice.

There's that involuntary shudder again, at the thought of Mindy's capabilities! In mitigation, I didn't honestly believe that she would use anything lethal against me; at least I didn't think so! As I thought back over the weeks, since I had first put on the Kick-Ass costume, I had to admit that it had been one hell of a wild, wild ride! My first meeting with Mindy's father, as Big Daddy, summed things up very nicely. I could still hear myself saying: 'this is... insane; I'm in way over my head'. I meant every word and I still did. Just the thought of Big Daddy gave me another, though much larger, involuntary shudder; after all Big Daddy taught little Mindy all that she knew!

Why did Big Daddy help me with my IP address? Why did the girl, who I now know as cute, little Mindy Macready, say that I had potential? Potential for what? To get my ass kicked; I already had that! She was probably being sarcastic or joking; you never could tell with Mindy. Hit Girl said that they did not trust anybody. I could understand that now and also knew why. That traitorous bastard Red Mist - I still couldn't believe that he shot Mindy; he shot her, like, three times! He betrayed me, which caused me to unwittingly betray Big Daddy and Hit Girl. It actually surprised me that I was still alive. I had expected Mindy to kill me for what I did, no matter how indirectly, to her Daddy. She did actually point a gun at me that night and I had fully expected her to pull the trigger - after all she kills without any hesitation, normally. However, in hindsight, I suppose her restraint was a sign of her professionalism. Well, I hoped that she was going to be able to lead a more normal life with that guy, what was his name? Oh, yeah, Marcus. I would like to see Mindy again, just Mindy though - not Hit Girl; slightly less scary.

Getting back to the real world of non-super heroes. It had been over a day since I had sneaked out. What must my Dad be thinking? What must Katie be thinking? She knew that it was me getting beaten up. She must have known that I had survived but she would have no idea where I was right now. What do I tell everybody about my injuries?

This is insane.


Updated January 2015