Well folks, it's been a while. School has taken its toll on me and I've finally found the time to get back to what I really like to do; create stories. In an effort to continue my power, I've decided to start off with the second part of Kick Ass: Tales of the Liberator, which is what you're about to read. I warn you; this story will be bloodier. It will be nastier. It will be downright worse in every moral way possible than the first. But one this is for sure…It will be better. I've planned this story from the beginning, and at every twist and turn you will be shocked and amazed at what happens next. Only time will tell. Without further delay, enjoy chapter one of KICK-ASS: THE TRIALS OF THE LIBERATOR!

I had to catch my breath as the mob behind me was still chasing me. I turned a corner and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath in a hope of being able to have a break from this madness. I've been running for only twenty minutes, but it's been full on sprint practically across the city. As my second was up, I pushed myself of the wall, just as they came around the corner for me.

I ran as fast as my lungs would allow me to run. The blood dripping over my left eye caused impartial blindness, making me weaker and weaker with each frantic, dashing step I took. The sounds of a riot kept getting louder and louder behind me as I rounded another corner, heading down an alleyway towards a brightly lit street.

That's right, folks. We're getting to that part soon enough. But we aren't quite there yet. For those of you rambunctious rugrats that decided to skip the first story that was only a six chapter read, it isn't that bad. Seriously, it was that short and easy. Barely over 17,000 words spread over 6 chapters, making it about 2833 words each chapter. Seriously, go read the first part. It has a bunch of juicy tidbits that you just can't miss.

My name is Ben Thatcher (Nice to meet you). This is only part two of my story, so let's just get right to it, shall we? We'll start a few months from where we left off, but allow me to tell you what's happened in the three months since you read my exploits in the first part (Last chance to go and do it for those of you who didn't!)

After the fall of HQ, the organization where I learned what it takes to be a hero, I decided to rebuild it, this time bringing together more heroes than ever before. Our numbers are nearly at the one thousand mark, and if you think that's big for New York, think again. Granted, most of those number ARE in New York, but there's a large chunk in Chicago AND Los Angeles, the locations of our two other HQ bases in the nation. It's still an underground organization, much like before, but now we don't have to deal with a possible raid due to our more…secretive operations

I never spoke to Trisha again. I've moved on, and have since gotten to know Combustion better. She hasn't exactly responded the way that I would have hoped (I'm still healing a bit from my last advance) but has shown some interest…at least I think she has. I don't exactly read Cosmopolitan, so I don't know this shit.

Kevin is rotting in jail with all his other super villain buddies, except Psycho, who's still at large. Not much else to say there. I mean, what else would have happened?

I never told Dave about Kevin. It would have broken his heart to a point that I'm sure he would have gone insane. He's a sensitive soul, and the last thing I want is to rip that from him by telling him the his best friend (aside from me) was a super villain that had nearly killed him and he entire city of New York.

As for myself, I graduated High School only a month ago, fifty fourth in my class (there were about 200, so that's pretty damned good!). I've helped to rebuild HQ, which I already mentioned, and sent Killswitch and X-Factor (He went into hiding after the HQ raid) to help run the Chicago and Los Angeles branches respectively.

That's just about it for the recap, but let me tell you something; this is nothing compared to what is to come. Like I've said before, this is the second part of my story, the second epic chapter in my tale of heroism. This chapter is bloodier. This chapter is sexier. This chapter is going to KICK YOUR ASS!

This is KICK-ASS: THE TRIALS OF THE LIBERATOR!

Things have been kind of slow lately. Not that much to do in the ways of super hero work other than training, and no school to go to until this Fall when I attended New York University. I had an interesting case a while back where I had to take out a small gang of idiots who didn't realize who I was, but that was because they didn't have an idea as to who THEY were either, being escaped amnesia patients from an Insane Asylum.

Most of the time, when I wasn't at 'work' (My excuse to my parents to leave each day. I told them I worked for a private firm as an intern, and that I would usually be back late), I would hang out with David, get calls on my private phone to open a new store (as the Liberator of course), or just sit around at home ad do absolutely nothing.

You have absolutely no idea how nice it is to just lie down on the couch and stare at the ceiling until you've spent every other second of your life looking over paperwork, training new recruits and simply being busy as hell.

As I stared at the ceiling for an hour, I recalled some of the things that had happened over the past few months. The fake will that Kevin had made making me a superhero; the training that I had to undergo to be able to actually hold my own in a fight; the raid of HQ; the final confrontation with Kevin…It's been a hell of a time for me, and aside from all the pain I had to endure, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

My cell phone rang at that point. I picked it up and answered the way I usually did.

"Ben Here."

"Ben, it's Crimson."

"Why are you calling me on my civilian phone?" I sat up, ready to hear something bad.

"I just wanted to…to talk."

"What about?"

"Just…something. I didn't want anyone else to know I was calling you, so I went into your office and looked for your number on your computer. I was hoping you could meet me somewhere."

"Sure…where did you have in mind?"

"Just meet me at HQ, okay? I'll see you here."

I sighed as I hung up the phone. The ceiling would have to wait.

= = = = = Some time later at HQ = = = = =

I slammed the car door of my 1999 Buick Regal (My Dad's idea of a graduation present. It was his, and he got himself a Dodge Charger) outside the Boris and Prime law firm. As I walked inside, a young man came alongside me, nodded, and went inside. I followed, only I went immediately to the left while he went straight. We were both headed to the same place, but that mattered very little at this point.

The Law Firm, I case you hadn't figured it out at this point, was a cover up for where our base was. We had the basement to ourselves, and had managed to expand that basement even further below ground to give ourselves more room.

As I exited the elevator, I had my mask slipped on and already was in my uniform, slightly changed since my first suit. It was made of a combination of superhero spandex like material and Kevlar, colored with the same dark blue and black trim that the mask that I had first picked up during the HQ raid from Doc's personal stash of weapons. All the Kevlar was put into certain positions to make me have the appearance of a much more muscular build, and it worked quite well to block bullets. On three occasions now I've almost been killed because of gunfire, and all three of those times the Kevlar had save my life. I was basically Batman (Minus the billions of dollars, mansion, babes, cool vehicles and the kick ass butler), and that was something I liked most about this job.

I walked down the hall, waving to a group training in the main training area as I passed. Another small group passed me in the hall, greeting me with enthusiasm as they were just about to head out to do their patrols. I finally reached my office, rebuilt in a similar fashion to the way Doc had his (In his honor) and entered, Crimson seated on top of my desk, waiting for me.

"Hey," she said quietly, not picking her head up to face me.

"Hey…what's up? You sounded kind of troubled on the phone."

"That's because I am." She stood and walked over to me, four inches from me, and looked me right in the eyes. "I'm troubled because of you."

I was startled, to say that least. I had no idea what she would say next, so I did what any guy would probably have said at that moment. "What do you mean?"

She went back to the desk, went behind it and sat in my chair. She swiveled it around, facing away from me, as I sat myself down in one of the chairs I had in front of my desk for people to come in and talk to me.

"My life was so much simpler before you came here," she began, and I felt like she was about to say that she was dying or something. "I had a good life as a hero. Fighting the occasional bad guy. Training new heroes. Then you came in after Combustion died, and I thought we had someone special, someone fresh and new. I had no idea how wrong I was at the time.

"I'll admit, you did a fairly better job at the training than most of the people. I'm guessing that's because you've have Tae Kwon Doe classes before joining, but that's probably just one thing. You soon grew better and we loved to have you around. Then the raid happened, and our little end all battle.

"Now, we have a larger group than before, I'm teaching more new recruits than I know what to do with, and you've helped us bring in a whole new era of superheroes. The genetic experiments are going off without a hitch, and crime has all but halted since Kevin was put away."

I stood and walked over to her in the chair by this point, and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms as I looked at her. "You haven't really answered my question."

"What I mean to say is that I ever expected to meet a guy like you. I've tried outside of my hero life, and it just seems so much more awkward and trivial, knowing that I have to keep all of this a secret from him. But with you I can be myself. "

"Go on."

"What I wanted to say….What I have been MEANING to say…is that I-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the alarm went off at my desk. I rushed over and went to the desk's built in screen, seeing where the problem was originating from. After I saw what was going down, I stood and looked to Crimson.

"Whatever it is it'll have to wait," I said, somewhat knowing what she might have to say to me. "We have to get to Washington D.C. and fast."

= = = = = Washington D.C., The White House, The Oval Office = = = = =

The president sat at his desk, a gun to his head. The man in front of him, known as Trigger, was holding the Shotgun with one hand as he told his minions to do other jobs. Trigger wore all black armor and Kevlar, similar to something that the Punisher from Marvel comics would wear. The only major difference was the mask he wore around his eyes, which acted as goggles to allow night and infrared vision at his command.

"What do you want?" The president asked, staying as calm as humanly possible when you have a gone pointed to your head.

"Just waiting for a few friends to show up," he said, his thick Australian accent making him sound a bit more threatening.

At that very moment, Psycho, accompanied by a tall woman, walked into the room. Psycho hadn't changed since the New York Incident. The Woman next to him, however, was new. She wore all black leather from head to toe, all of which was made of sexy lingerie. Her tight figure and large breasts were accentuated by the outfit. Over her eyes she wore a blindfold, one that she could obviously see through but would not allow anyone to see her eyes. Her hair reached below her butt, and in her hands she held a massive, seven foot whip. He belt was studded with small spikes, and had chains, another whip and handcuffs hanging down.

She walked over to the president and sat down on the desk, Trigger pulling the gun away from his head but still having it aimed at him. She spread her legs in front of him and stared at him for a moment.

"Well, hello Mr. President," she stated in a very sultry voice. She licked her lips as she slowly bent forward more and more, getting closer to him with every word. "I hope I'm not bothering you at work or anything."

"Who are you and what is this about?" stated the president, managing to stay very calm.

"Oh, we'll get to that in a moment. I just thought we could have a little…'fun' first." She flicked her hair away from her face and looked to Trigger. He nodded, knowing what is was she wanted him to do, and he motioned for two of his men to grab the president. They took him from his chair, and with little fight, pushed him to the couch. The woman handed them some hand cuffs and the kept him in place, making sure he couldn't move his arms or legs. Psycho walked over and put a collar around his neck, as well.

The woman, after the president was securely tied down, walked over and spread her legs, sitting herself on the presidents lap. Her D cup boobs were directly in his face and he didn't even flinch. Instead, he look up at her.

"What in God's name are you going to do to me?"

"Like I said, Mr. President. I just want to have a little fun!" She giggled a sexy little giggle before slowly sliding down to the floor, where she place her hands on his crotch. She brushed it up and down the area, making the President wince in protest.

"What's the matter, big boy?" she asked in a seductive voice, slowly beginning to unzip his pants. "Scared?"

"No, but YOU should be!"

The woman, Psycho, Trigger and his three minions looked at the doorway. Standing there with a shotgun in hand was me, The Liberator, as well as Crimson, X-Factor, Ghost and Arrow. We were kind of the head team for major situations like this, and this definitely for our attention.

"Oh Shit!" Psycho shouted, hugging himself. "The Fuzz!"

The woman smiled at me before standing, giving the president a wink. She slowly began to walk over, and three of us put our guns in the air. "If I were you I wouldn't move another inch!"

She laughed slightly, making her boobs bounce a bit. She looked right at me, and even though I knew I couldn't see her eyes, I knew they would have looked seductive enough to kill. "I wasn't harming the president at all."

"No, but Trigger there was!" stated X-Factor, who slowly walked forward, gun at the ready. "And I can only assume that he is in your employ, so you're as responsible as he is!"

"You are all here by under arrest!" Crimson stated, walking over to one of the minions and ripping the gun from his hand. She motioned for the other two and Trigger to do the same, and they did.

The woman seemed unphased. "Oh, you just want us to surrender, is that it? Submit to our will?"

"That's pretty much it, yeah!" Arrow stated, having run behind her and pinned her to the ground. She moaned when he did it, and it sort of took Arrow by surprise.

"Well, sugar. I have news for you." She managed to break out of his hold and pin him, something that took everyone by surprise, seeing as Arrow could be at near supersonic speeds. "I'm the Dominatrix! You submit to me!"