I was able to finish this fast. Chris in this one :) Once again, if it's in the movie/comic, then i don't own it
When I woke up the clock on the night stand next time was flashing 10:27 AM. My body still hadn't adjusted to the time zone. Five minutes later I was finally able to drag myself out of bed and into my bathroom for a hot shower. Sometime later I wandered out of my room wearing skinny jeans, a white button up shirt and a grey cardigan; ready to start my life as Hannah Kelly, the daughter of the top crime boss Kevin Kelly.
Making my way to the kitchen I heard my father talking to someone and of course, curiosity got the better of me.
"Really? And how the fuck did those two get in there?" my father yelled angrily.
"I don't know sir," one of my father's men answered.
"Don't we have security? For fucks sake there was only two of them and how many of my men?" I heard my father shout.
A part if me tried to get away from the door to my father's office, while the rest of me had to know what was going on and who those two people were.
"We had eight of our men there Sir," the other man nervously replied.
"Eight? Fuck. Go check on the supply right now and talk to everyone in charge out there. I want to spend some time with my girl today," My father ordered the man.
I took this as my cue to run back to my room and slowly wander out with my iPod. A few minutes I made my way into the kitchen to see my father sitting at the table reading a news paper.
"Good morning Dad," I greeted him as I walked in.
"Morning? Honey, it's almost noon," he joked around.
"I know, I'm still getting used to the time zone change. So I guess instead of breakfast, what's for lunch?" I asked curiously.
"How about we go out for lunch, and I show you a bit of the town?" he replied, setting his newspaper down on the table and standing up.
"Sounds great dad! Is there any way we could maybe stop at comic book store?" I hesitantly asked.
"Sure, we'll stop any where you want," he replied.
An hour later we left the restaurant from lunch.
"So, were to?" my father asked.
"A Comic Book store?" I asked in return.
"Really, you read comic books? I wasn't sure if you were being serious or not earlier," my father answered.
"It's not like I'm sleeping around with guys," I sarcastically replied.
"Mickey, a comic book store," my father told the driver. "So what comics do you read then?"
"Uh, Scott Pilgrim, The Avengers, Spiderman, Kick Ass, Iron Man umm," I started to trail off.
"Kick Ass? There's a comic of that guy?" My father asked.
"Yeah, Comics are real dad. They are just comics," I reassured him.
"Hannah, are you sure? Kick Ass is real and he's a pest," he told me. I could tell Kick Ass annoyed my father, but just my luck we stopped seconds later.
"Here, I got this for you, no limit. Don't lose it," my father said as he handed me a card.
I stared at him for a few minutes, frozen in place.
"So you're giving my own credit card, with no limit? Wow. Uh, Thanks dad," I told him.
Next thing I knew John had opened my door and I stepped out looking at what I thought was a pretty epic looking store.
Atomic Comics. John walked ahead of me and opened the door for me as I walked in. immediately I walked to the back of the store in hopes of avoiding the gazes of everyone in the store. The whole time I was in the store a table of kids stared at me the whole time. At first I thought it was because I was a girl in a comic book store, then I realized why. Nobody else here had a body guard.
I had found a few comics and was almost done when I noticed a boy about my age staring at me out of the corner of my eye. He started to approach me when John stepped in between me and just my luck, a guy bigger than John stepped in between them. I stood there watching, dumbfounded at what was actually happening. Slowly, I began to walk away from john and towards a different row of comics.
"Hey," they boy from earlier said as he approached me.
"Um, hi," I replied awkwardly.
"I'm Chris, Chris D'Amico," he introduced himself extending his hand.
I noticed one of the kids at a table in the cafe intently watch us, as if he knew something we didn't.
"I'm Hannah, Hannah Kelly," I replied, shaking his hand.
"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new in town? Or newly converted to comics?" he said with a laugh.
"I'm new in town. I've been reading comics for quite a while now," I said with a smile.
"So, what's up with the body guard?" Chris asked me curiously.
"He's one of my dad's men. I don't think I'm allowed to go anywhere without him. And you have one too?" I asked in return.
"Yeah, that's Danny. I don't go anywhere without him," he answered.
I nodded and turned back toward my comics in hand. Thoughts swarmed through my head viciously, trying to piece together who he could be. He was obviously some one of importance, otherwise why would he have a body guard? Or maybe one of his parents is someone powerful?
"Have you read Kick Ass yet?" I curiously asked him.
"I'm not really a fan of Kick Ass. I've tried to read it but I just couldn't stand it. There's just something about him I can't stand. He kid of seems like an ass hole" he responded quickly.
The kid in the café who was watching us looked as if he was about to stand up and approach us, but what looked to be his girlfriend stopped him. I turned my head towards Chris to see what he comics he was looking for.
"Any good recommendations?" I asked him timidly.
"Do you read Superman?" he asked.
"No, I don't. I take it I should?" I replied.
"Yeah, Superman is pretty awesome," Chris told me.
"Thanks, I'll have to check it out," I told him. As I made my way towards the back John stopped me.
"Miss Kelly, we need to leave," John informed me.
I walked to counter and paid for my comics and waved good bye to Chris. As he waved back I was slightly pushed through the door by John, and into the car.
"You were in there for a while," My dad wondered aloud to me.
"Yeah, well it was a big store. And I ended up talking to a guy in there," I replied.
"Really? Should I be worried about this guy you met?" he asked.
"I don't think so. He has his own body guard," I said absentmindedly as I started to skim through my newly purchased comics.
"Really? And what is his name?" my father cautiously asked me.
"Chris. His name is Chris D'Amico," I recalled.
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