Mako's Message: Sorry for the delay on this. Real life kicked my ass shortly after the posting of the last chapter and I lost most of the drabble requests to the avalanche that is my PM Inbox. Luckily, there were a few in the reviews I was able to use.
So, I'm modifying the rules of this game slightly.
Requests in reviews only.
One request per review.
Signed reviews only.
So, here are five more drabbles. Hope you enjoy them.
#6-Hate
"I hate you so much."
Chris rolled onto his side and spit out a mouthful of blood before trying to lift himself up and look at Kick-Ass, who was in the middle of picking himself up as well, "I noticed." He then lashed out at the hero with his foot, hoping to hit him in the face. Kick-Ass lifted up both arms and caught his foot though, before turning onto his back and falling to the ground.
"I tried to be your friend!" Kick-Ass said, then twisted his ankle until it snapped.
Chris heard the snap a full second before he felt the pain, and then he shrieked. He ripped his leg free and scrambled away, "Yeah, and then I betrayed you. Cry me a river. Guess what what Dumb Ass, there was no betrayal because I WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE!" He reached the gun he'd dropped earlier, and relief flooded his body. He aimed it at Kick-Ass, point blank.
Click.
"I actually felt sorry for you!" he said, again trying to get to his feet.
Adrenaline surged through Chris' body as he surged to his feet. Foot. "Felt sorry for me? I had everything you wished you had! Where the hell do you ever get off feeling sorry for me!?" The pistol was still in his hand. It was empty, but he could still pistol whip him with it. So he did. Tried to. He fell onto Kick-Ass knocking them both back to the ground.
"Yeah, that's why you always came into Atomic Comics alone. Except for a body guard that wouldn't let anyone speak to you, let alone near you. Who only let you stay long enough to find your comics and pay for them. You were so desperate you never asked for a pull box. You pretended to look for your books long after you found them. It was PATHETIC"
Chris's blood went cold and he lunged for Kick-Ass, broken ankle be damned, bringing them to ground again and wrapping his hands around his throat, "How did you know about that!"
Kick-Ass introduced his forehead to Chris's nose. They didn't get along.
Chris rolled away, clutching his nose and swearing incoherently, as Kick-Ass got to his feet and pulled off his mask.
Chris looked up at him blankly for a moment, then he saw through the sweat, the bruises, the blood, and recognition sparked. "You- I know you! I saw you all the time! I can't believe this!" he paused, "You tried to talk to me. No one tried to talk to me."
"I felt sorry for you, all alone. Even that night I felt sorry for you. I thought you were only doing it because your dad was making you, so I left you alone. Then came the e-mails. Taunting me. Threatening me. I started thinking I'd made a mistake. Then you did all this and I knew I had," he said, then reached into one of those pouches on his belt and pulled out a small snub-nosed revolver.
He had a gun this whole time?
Kick-Ass pointed the gun at him, "One I won't make again"
Flash.
#7- Labor
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"This was your idea!"
"You still did this to me!"
"I was against this from the start! You MADE me!"
"You fucking pussy! You should have been a man and said no!"
"I DID! Several times!"
"WEAK!"
"I caught you putting holes in my condoms!"
"Ms. McCready, if you could just give me one last push..."
"RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!"
And then the only sound in the room that held any meaning was the crying of the newborn child.
"Congratulations, it's a girl."
"Gi-gimmie...wanna...see her."
"I was just about to, give me a moment to clean her up a bit."
"Don' care. Want my baby."
The baby, wrapped in fresh, fluffy blankets was carefully passed to her Mother.
"My god. Dave...she's beautiful."
"Of course she is, you're her Mother."
"I'm a Mommy."
"Yeah. And you're going to be an amazing one."
"I love you so much."
#8- Clean up
Gigante sighed and ran his fingers through his remaining hair as he surveyed the mess in front of him. This was why he was going bald, he was sure of it.
Thankfully, he had enough influence, and the D'amico's had paid off enough cops, that when a call came in about what sounded like gunfire in the petnhouse of the D'Amico building, and an explosion that rained...debris...onto the streets came in he was notified immediately and able to hand pick the investigators.
Otherwise, this would be more than just a headache.
It was still a huge fucking mess though.
Some men came in, looking to kidnap Frank, for ransom, or revenge. That part was easy. Even the average business man made enemies. And when they have as much money as Frank did, well, the idea that someone would want to try and force a check from him was easily swallowed.
The bodies...well, Frank's body guards fought back and they fought to the last man. As long as nobody saw the bodies they'd have no reason to believe that the last man to die hadn't succumb to his wounds.
The gunfire from outside the living room windows into the apartment however, where going to be harder to explain and better left for another day.
The bazooka however...well, that was so crazy it was it's own explanation. A bazooka? I know, crazy, right?
He sighed again and walked over to where Chris was sitting, wrapped up in a trauma blanket. He looked at him for a moment and said, "You're enjoying that aren't you?"
"How could I be enjoying anything? I'm traumatized. See?" he said holding the blanket open before wrapping it tighter around itself.
Gigante leaned in close and whispered, "Look, every guy here is on the payroll, but I'm the only one who knows about you and that's the only reason I let you have the stupid blanket. Now tell me, what the fuck happened?"
Chris looked around and then whispered back, "It was Kick-Ass and that little purple demon girl from the video. She killed everyone."
Gigante blinked, "She killed all these guys, when they were expecting her?"
"I dunno what happened man, I was with Dad and Stu in his office. It was crazy. There was all this gunfire and screaming and then it got quiet so we sent Stu out to see what was going on after like, five seconds he come back in for the bazooka."
"Jesus fuck."
"Yeah. So then, there's this weird, high pitched...roar or something I dunno and then Kick-Ass and that little bitch kick in our door. Dad told me to handle Kick-Ass so I tackled him into the next room while Dad fought the girl."
Gigante thought for a moment how weird it was that the grown man had sent his son after the adult male while he fought the little girl. The worst part was he understood his reasoning was completely justified.
"So Kick-Ass and I fought each other and he...we knocked each other out and when I woke up he and the girl where flying out of here on a jetpack."
Gigante stood there and let that sink in for a moment, "A jetpack. You expect me to believe that they flew out of here, on a fucking JETPACK?"
"It's true!"
The other crime scene investigators looked up at Chris' shout, and Gigante dragged his hand down his face, "Alright, look, you're gonna go stay with your mother up in that country house of yours for a few weeks, maybe a couple months, while I get this all sorted. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
"And no more of this costumed bullshit either."
Chris snorted.
#9- Deception
Mindy was cheating on him. It was hard for Dave to believe, but it was the only conclusion he could come to. The worst part was that she was cheating on him with Riley.
He hadn't thought anything of it, when they started spending more time together. Just talking on the couch, watching TV together. Going out for coffee. Simple things. Nothing out of the ordinary for two friends to do.
Then, he'd noticed they would stop talking when he came into the room.
Even this, he'd brushed off. They were probably talking about him. Or just anything private or embarrassing that was just between them girls.
Then, Mindy started visiting when he was working and Riley wasn't. And leaving when he got home.
That was the turning point. When he started seeing her in costume more than he saw her out of it, he'd started to realize something was very wrong. It was also when they stopped having sex. She still spent the weekends at his place, and slept in his bed with him. But she didn't touch him.
It was tonight, however, that removed all potential for doubt. Tonight, that his suspicions became a cold, hard reality.
He'd woken up, he wasn't even sure why, in the middle of the night to an empty bed. He gotten up, opened the door, walked into the hallway, and looked into the kitchen. Mindy and Riley where standing there, Riley pressed into the corner with her arms around Mindy's waist. Mindy with one hand on Riley's chest, just above her breast, and her other hand on her hip. They looked back at him. They didn't move, they didn't speak, they didn't make one single sound. They just stared right back at him until he retreated back into his room.
He sat on the bed, wondering how this had happened. What had he done to make Mindy not love him anymore? What had Riley done to make her love her more? What had he done to make Riley betray their friendship? What had Mindy done to make her want to?
And what was he going to do now? Should he move? Keep living with Riley while Mindy just moved the few things she kept there into her room? Did he need to break up with her, or should that just be assumed?
He wasn't sure how long he sat there, thinking. The one thing he was sure of was that Mindy never came back to their... his bed.
The next day, when Dave came home, he stopped outside the door. Whoever was on the other side, Mindy, Riley, both, he was going to confront them. Call them out on the floor and get to the bottom of this.
He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and opened the door.
"SURPRISE!" chorused a dozen voices.
He reeled back from the shock as much as the volume. He blinked and looked around; Mindy, Riley, Todd, Marty, Angela, Kirsten, Marcus, Dad, Alice-
"Happy Birthday!" Mindy shouted and launched herself at him, knocking him against the wall and kissing him like she did the first time, only with some tongue at the end while everyone in the room cheered or whistled. She pressed herself into him hard but briefly, letting him feel every inch of her body, before letting him up and whispering, "Don't party too hard, we've got a lot of time to make up for tonight."
#10- Reunion
Marcus sat in his house, contemplating what he'd just seen last night.
His best friend, tortured and killed on live stream, and his eleven-year-old daughter kill four men, also on live stream, both while dressed like superheroes.
He sighed, for at least the second dozenth time. The world just got a lot more fucked up.
He'd taken the day off. And had been sitting at home all day, trying to figure out what to do. As far as he knew, Mindy was still out there. Maybe with Kick-Ass, and who knew what he was like. If he could be trusted.
He had to find her. He knew where he apartment was, but who's to say she went back? She could be in some other hidey hole. Especially if someone had tracked them back to their home and that was where Damon had been captured.
The phone rang. He really didn't want to pick it up. It was probably work, asking him to come in anyway.
At the last possible moment, something made him pick it up, "Hello?"
Silence.
Then, "Marcus?"
It couldn't be...
"It's uhm...it's Mindy?"
He almost laughed, the way her voice pitched up at the end.
"I...uh, do you remember me?"
He suddenly realized he'd been silent for far too long, "Yes! Of course I remember you. How are you dong? Where are you? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine. Mostly. I guess. A little sore..."
"Mindy, I saw what happened to your Father."
"He told me to call you if anything ever happened to him."
He took a deep breath, "Mindy? What happened last night?"
"...it's over. I finished it."
Marcus was shocked, "You mean-"
"D'Amico is dead."
He exhaled slowly, "How? I mean...you did that by yourself?"
"I...mostly. I had help."
Kick-Ass. "Where are you now?"
"I'- I'm at home."
"Are you safe?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want me to come get you?"
"I don't...I don't know. I don't know what to do now."
"You start the rest of your life."
