Kids (They Do Whatever They Want)
This was not how I imagined it would be like. My hands grab a fistful of his hair and I tug at it-hard. Even with both his knees on the ground the back of his head made it up to my chest. His neck is exposed now and with a swift move of wrist I felt his throat tearing beneath the blade in my hand, the smooth rip of muscle and blood spewing from his jugular. This wasn't the first time I killed a man, but it was the first time I did it as Mindy Mcready.
11:09 p.m.
Marcus had one of those police department parties, solidarity gatherings or whatever the fuck they called it and asked me to come along with him. I tried to convince him I was better off staying at home and he should spend the night with his buddies instead. They should celebrate after all, Frank D'Amico and everyone else on his cunt private army was found dead in his penthouse last month. Practically everyone on the force was busy with 'cleaning' up the case filing reports and other shit the police does when Marcus knows half of the credit belongs to me of course. That in itself is a fucking good testament of the fact that I can take care of myself and shouldn't be forced to come along.
But we ended up going anyway. They had the party at this fancy hotel with a prissy concierge and everything. How the fuck could they even afford this place? Though I assume this had been a reward of sorts for catching America's Most Wanted.
Marcus introduced me to his friends and to be honest, I was surprised some of them actually knew me. They knew me as the little girl Marcus took care of for five years before my Daddy took me back after he was released from prison, and then disappeared completely, until now that is. My Daddy had taught me manners and I gave them my perfect little girl smile and tried to remember everyone's names by repeating if after they shook my hand.
Not a single one of them mentioned my Daddy though. But it was kind of expected. The force didn't know him as a hero, only Marcus, Kick-Ass, and Hit Girl knew what he did for the city. He was the kindest Daddy in the world and that must be good enough for me.
There had been a lot of "oohs and ahhs" and one cop said "I bet you're gonna be a heartbreaker when you grow up". I swear I saw Marcus flinch at that one. We both know I could rip a man's heart out if I wanted to, and I don't need any 'growing up' to do that.
Eventually the fascination with Mindy the 'shiny new toy' died down and I was left watching people socialize. This was the first party I've actually been to. Or the first one I can remember being at. It was hard to recall memories from before I had been reunited with my Daddy and wouldn't have it any other way. Marcus is trying to be a good father-figure, he did good raising me for the first five years of my life, but he'll never come close to my Daddy. Big Daddy or no, my Daddy was the first and greatest superhero this city has ever seen, and they will probably never know either.
I scanned the room for Marcus, he stood a few feet to my left talking to the woman named Luna. Luna is very pretty I like how her hair moves around when she walks. She works at an insurance firm and was looking into the D'Amico insurance claims. Then again, I wasn't even sure how she got invited to this cop party. I noticed her whispering close to Marcus' ear and he had this goofy look on his face. That's when I figured I should stop checking on Marcus and start observing other things.
A few cops who actually brought their kids along set up to leave at around 8:40 pm. It wasn't a school night so I literally had no idea why they were going home so early. I got to talk to a couple of those kids earlier, none of them went to my school and we didn't find anything to talk about. They were boring as hell so I didn't feel bad about seeing them go.
Someone approached me though. He wasn't one of the cops Marcus introduced to me earlier. He wasn't dressed like one of the officers either. No suit and tie for the evening, unlike Marcus who even made me wear a pink high-waisted dress. The man was wearing a black leather jacket a grey shirt and denim jeans, definitely not police-officer chic. He must've conned the hotel staff into letting him in if he wasn't on the guest list.
He smiled at me and introduced himself. Scott Chase, insurance investigator. Apparently he's working with Luna on the D'Amico accounts. We talked about normal things at first. Like if I was with my parents, where I went to school, which grade I was in and stuff like that. I fed him half truths and whole lies. I was really getting into my story and I thought he was buying into the shit I was telling him, but then he had this off look like he knows more than he's letting on and just keeps nodding and stuff.
Scott says there's over 1600 books in the D'Amico penthouse and they're insured so he has to look into all those titles and find which ones the company needs to pay for, mostly because they've been ruined from the 'accident'. I asked why he was telling me things about the insurance claims. He said I looked like the kind of girl who'd enjoy reading through the D'Amico's library. What a douche.
I definitely enjoyed gunning those cocksuckers down. Though I have to admit I felt a pang of guilt knowing he had to do inventory of those titles, oh well sucks to be you, Scott. He also asked if I was having a good time at this party, seeing that there weren't many kids my age around. I told him it wasn't so bad and then he said he was glad I ended up not having a boring evening.
I had to say goodbye soon enough though. Marcus came by sans Luna and said we had to go. He thanked Scott for looking after me - I didn't understand why he needed to do that. I was fine on my own anyway.
I was putting on my seatbelt when Marcus asked if I had a good time. Judging from Scott's expressions while I was talking to him, I managed to restrain myself from saying fuck, asshole, bitch, and any derivative thereof. Marcus winced at that but he said at least I was making progress into normalcy.