Here is a bit of an introduction, later chapters will contain slash and may get a little smutty. Hope you like it, this is my second story about Hit Girl and Night Bitch. The more reviews I get, the sooner a new chapter will be up! Mindy finds struggles in becoming a superhero and meets a stranger who reminds her of her past.

Mindy Mcready, alias Hit Girl, had been a vigilante for nearly a year and a half, it started as a crazy high school fantasy but now she was really living it. She knew it was dangerous and beyond insane but it felt like the right thing to do. While girls her age were talking about boys and watching reality shows, she was taking up karate lessons, going to gun ranges and watching countless action movies. She didn't make a lot of time for friends, the few that she had, even they thought she was obsessed. Prom was fast approaching and she was planning out her first costume while everyone was getting fitted for gowns.

"Mindy, did you get asked yet?", her second best friend Sammantha asked her. They were sitting in the food court at the local mall gossiping, Mindy really had no interest in any of it.

"Yes, that guy Trevor in my Chemistry class asked but I told him no."

"But he's actually kind of cute."

"I'm not going to prom any way."

Her friends didn't believe this, they all were talking about prom for months and Mindy was off in her own little world. "Mindy Mcready! You only get one prom in your life!", her third best friend Kim spoke up, hurling her pen across the table, missing Mindy. "Don't be such a downer. Aren't you the least bit excited?"

"You sound like Miranda Swedlow", Mindy said, looking directly at her with those icy blue eyes. Her friends were shocked, no one mentioned Miranda Swendle for nearly two years. She was one of the mean girls at school, head cheerleader, a real bitch and everyone was glad to see her go. Miranda would pass her by in the hallway and mock her, it wasn't her fault that she was kind of an ugly duckling back then, now she had blossomed this senior year. Miranda hadn't been heard from, she wasn't any kind of scholar so she probably didn't have a very high paying job; most likely she was working as a stripper or someone's whore secretary.

In Miranda's last year of school, things were different, she changed her attitude, dropped out of cheerleading, dumped her boyfriend and started skipping. Some people thought she went Emo, she was wearing darker clothing and dying her hair a lot. She was troubled, Mindy thought that maybe she would be able to talk to her, maybe even be friends but things couldn't be that way.

"How can you compare me to Miranda?", asked Kim.

"Yeah, Mindy, that's pretty fucked up."

"I don't have time for this. I'm going to the gym", she hated when her friends swore; swearing wasn't allowed at her house, her parents were very strict, religious, went to church every Sunday or at least they used to. One of the reasons Mindy wanted to become a superhero was to put a stop to all of the things she was taught were evil, like drugs and prostitution. She wanted to clean up the streets, put an end to all of the awful images that flashed on TV. Sex was something she was convinced was for dirty whores, she wanted nothing to do with it. She would be stopping crime with her own brand of justice when all of those heathens would be having sex and have hangovers the next morning and wind up pregnant.

Her friends didn't get another word in as she got up with her gym bag and headed to the other end of the mall. She had been building up some muscle the last couple months. She had weights and a punching bag at home but she liked the gym's equipment and the atmosphere. She slipped into the locker room and changed into her tight shorts and tank top. Before leaving she looked herself over, her body was in very good shape, much better than her friends. She had a bit of a curvy figure and her skin was a healthy tone.

There were plenty of machines available but she wanted to try a new piece of equipment she had never seen before, it looked straight out of a Bowflex commercial. By the looks of it, it hadn't been used, might have been just set up that morning. She set her towel aside and sat on the cushion seat, she had a feeling a lot of pervs were going to be watching her sweat. She'd think about kicking their asses later if she had the strength. Mindy thought she had an idea of how to work it.

A woman with straight long red hair walked up to the machine, Mindy paid no attention to her until she spoke, "Hey, I thought maybe you'd like to know how to use it. It doesn't look easy."

Mindy had a suspicion about this woman, there was something familiar about her but she couldn't place her face, she looked very young but not high school. Mindy stood up and watched the redhead exercise her legs on the machine, lying on her back. She watched her carefully, the mystery woman was very good, she had strong legs, maybe she was into gymnastics or something. Mindy watched as she barely broke a sweat, she seemed so familiar yet brand new to her, a strong, independent woman, the kind that she desperately wanted to be. Once the rehear finished giving her a little demonstration, Mindy thanked her and she left her to her workout. Mindy pondered if she knew that woman, something was slightly off. It couldn't possibly be Miranda, could she really look that good? She wasn't in high school anymore and had given up everything, she was so pale the last time she saw her. She knew that if she found Miranda she would punish her for all the wrong she committed, she was a bad girl in Mindy's eyes, and she needed to be punished badly. Perhaps this mystery woman knew her, she could even be related. She would need to investigate.

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