Me- I just finished watching kick-ass 2 and it was awesome, I wanted a completely different story with most of the same characters

Ikuto- yeah yeah yeah, whatever you better update soon

Me- it's going to be harder since schools starting and volleyball tryouts and practice are at 6:30 in the morning.

Amu- I would never get up that early

Ran- you wont get up at all!

Me- Okk, someone do the disclaimer already!

Miki- Musicluver123 doesn't own anything

Chapter 1,

CLASSIFIED

I really need to work on my social skills.

This is 5th fight this week. (It's only Wednesday -_-")

Yo. It's moi (that's french for me) Maya DeAngelo. Yea Yea Yea, never heard of me, right?

Have you ever heard grunts and a lot of moving around in an alley at night?

(Not like that, PERVS! You have a sick and twisted mind, reader, but keep reading, it gets better! Am i taking up to much space? I think I am)

That's me, fighting with whatever gang that night.

I gots none of them parents, see?

(I do talk like talk like that in real life, sometimes)

My little sister got sick and died because we didn't have any medication.

Where I live is classified, what I can tell you is that I have a fighting area that has the sickest weapons.

My friend is like a sister to me.

Her name is Terra, she's a master with a knife.

You should see her some day.

We don't go to any alley without each other. We got each others backs.

Oh, right the fight. My bad. Well, usually we wouldn't be messed with, but this guy got it in for him.

He barged into OUR alley and set off all the security systems.

He almost got himself killed! Almost.

I am so proud of myself because I set those traps. ^^

It was a short and easy fight.

He's been fighting for 5 years and he's 17, I'm 11, and I've been fighting ever since my parents left me, I was about, 2.

I was taken in by Terra's family and since they owned a combat dojo, I took the most advanced lessons when I was 5.

I was the best, until Terra's mom died of cancer.

We never talked about her anymore. It was 5 years ago.

After that, her dad shut down the place. He sold it and it turned into a ballet studio.

I'm almost a cross dresser, but I ain't gay.

I wear glow in the dark hightops, black jeans, black long sleeve t shirts, and I always wear my black hoodie.

I never take the hood off, unless I'm at home.

I never let anyone see my face.

That way no one can report me to the police.

Yeah, I'm most wanted in 48 out of the 50 states.

I haven't been to Alaska or Hawaii.

Back to the fight. I'm getting way off topic. Sorry

I have a habit of doing that.

All I did was kick him in the balls and punch him unconscious and TA-DA!

Fights Over. Knock out! Maya wins!

"You're a little rusty Maya. You could've taken him out in one punch, but no, it was 5 punches,"

"Shut up Terra, I will punch you and then let's see who's rusty,"

She rolled her blue eyes.

We were talking and laughing when we entered the abandoned mansion.

Oops. that gave away the place. DANG IT!

Wait you don't know where, IN YO FACE!

anyway, we stopped talking when we saw Mike's face. That's Terra's dad.

He was sad, upset, mad, regretful, and thoughtful.

Huh, I can read his face? ooooh, I wonder if I read palms!

Or was it Psalms?

Sorry not very bright. But if its weapons or mechanics, I'm a genius.

I tricked out my own motorcycle.

I don't give a fudge I'm not 16.

I also don't have a gun permit, so what?!

"I've got some bad news," me and Terra glance at each other.

"The cops are getting closer to finding you Maya, they think of you as an enemy. You have leave, not just Seguin, Texas, you have to leave the US. you can go to Canada, South America, Mexico, Europe, Asia, anywhere, it just can't be a state,"

It takes me to moment to process this.

I have to leave?

1,2,3-

"WHAT?!"