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Chapter 2: "I Really Liked the Skilful Way You Beat the Other Girls" –With Whips and Chains – "to the Braid's Bouquet"- oh Yeah, That Too…*
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AN: So, if you chosen to continue with the reading thank you. -I would like to point out CapitalC12 who is my first ever reviewer. I hope you will like this chapter. It contains older flashbacks and some background on some of the characters. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to comment. By the way I have nothing against gay people, it's just a charachtaristic I picked for the movie about Mindy, and will serve a point later on in the story.

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Frank drove this time- not wanting to kill the girl on her first day with his family. He knew of her experience as a secret crime fighter and protector of the law as Hit Girl. He knew there was a chance she still felt the desire to fight some bad-ass from the not-so-good side of town. He hadn't said anything thinking she might not want everyone to know. He'll have to talk to her later when they are alone. Frank was worried about the current situation of having a girl in the same house with his three boys. –Hormones might cause a lot of problems and embarrassments. On another note he was happy Rodrick and she got along and was talking in the back sit. She politely asked him questions, and he has invited her to his class mate's house. Frank agreed for them to go there after she'll unpack her suitcase (which was shockingly small in Frank's eyes).

"We didn't have time to pack all my things" she said when they've met at the station. Rodrick's eyes glinted a bit when he heard it. Out of curiosity, or he was sleepy. This hadn't worried Frank; knowing his son it was probably the latter.

"And this is your room," Frank said when the private showing around the house ended. –Rodrick left him alone to cope with the house tour. Frank and the girl were standing in the attic which still had some boxes in it, and there was no bed. "The inflatable mattress will be ready as soon as I'll find my pipe, and I'll put it at Greg's room so you'll get comfy with his" Frank explained.
"No need, I've slept at a lot worse," she reassured. "This will do fine." She looked at him for a while, "Thank you" she muttered under her breath. "By the way my dad mentioned something that you used to do when you were younger. Do you still do that thing?"
Rodrick was down the hallway when he heard his father say "That thing that I do?"
"Yes, that thing that you do…" she replied vaguely.
"No… I haven't done that in a long time. But I was told you do it. A lot. That you're really good at it too." Rodrick got confused at this point what the hell are they talking about?
"Do you know where I can I hide some of my costumes and…" it seemed like she hesitated before she said, "toys?"
That was the point Rodrick got suspicious. –Toys, Costume? What the fuck is going on? He climbed the ladder that led to the attic.
"You can place it anywhere in your room. I doubt anyone would search through your things…"
"So did you have a nick-name? I bet you had one. What was it?" his father silenced. "Oh, I didn't mean to upset you." Rodrick couldn't stop himself as he raised his head above the attic's floor to watch this. Angie stood there with her back to him, his father face forward. Lucky to Rodrick, his father hadn't noticed his head pocking from the hole in the floor. Probably because he was busy hugging Angie! "Why did you stop?"
"I got married. I have children and a wife. I can't run in the streets, around cheap hotels and low lives, in one of those skimpy outfits. I mean, I'm sure you're pretty fun to do those things with…"
"If you'll ever regret I'll be here. Sure do need a new partner" She said to Frank's ear. Is Angie trying to seduce dad? Is my father some creepy pedophile? He did say he had done those things before… The hug ended abruptly, Rodrick had to scurried fast down the ladder so he won't get caught. He heard his father says he's going to the bathroom, Rodrick disappeared into the nearest room, and his father paces to the restroom were followed close after. Rodrick returned to his position on the top of the ladder, only to catch sight of Angie hiding away a catholic school girl outfit that seemed a bit small. At that point there was only one word that seemed to repeat in his mind in an endless loop. Fuck.

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"So, how is she?" Jake asked Rodrick from the other side of the line.
"She's OK, I guess," and probably a parent seducer, "I've invited her to come over with me to your house. I hope it's cool."
"Wait how old is she? People adopt babies usually…"
"She's 15 or something"
"Cool. Is she hot?"

That question was no brainer to Rodrick. When he first heard from his parents that they're going to adopt a child he got upset. He didn't have time to prank another sibling. But then his mother showed him an old Christmas photo and Rodrick had to admit, as a small girl she was cute. But after seeing her at the station, her blonde hair framing her face, the slight figure that moved with ease, her blue eyes piercing him, he had to admit – she was totally hot. The thought that this girl is going to live under the same roof as him, only three flights of stairs separating them and their raging hormones was not that bad.
"Well. You'll have to see it yourself…" they chatted for some brief moments and said their goodbyes. Angie finished unpacking so they went to Rodrick's van that was parked in front of the house. Once they were inside Angie returned to their previous conversation. "So, what kind of music does your band play?"
Rodrick was driving like usually, which seemed not to bother Angie. Unlike other passengers, Angie somehow knew exactly when to duck. Even when she did it was like an instinct that made him think she didn't really care.
"Mostly metal… You should come to our practice. Check it out for yourself…"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just not that into metal… I'm more of a Bieber fan-girl" Rodrick almost slammed the breaks to grant her a dumbfounded expression, but he didn't. He actually decided to glare at her while driving. She returned to him with a very serious look, but she couldn't hold it more than a few seconds and she burst into laughter. "I'm just fucking with you," he then relaxed and return to his regular driving. "Metal is awesome, I'd love to hear you play."
"You know, next time you pull this kind of shit could you at least wait for a moment when Greg is walking in the street? So that at least I'll have a chance to hit him?"
"Maybe next time we'll drive I'll show you how to drive without killing passerby and passengers" she said and instantly regretted the statement, because like she knew, the most obvious respond came;
"You drive?"
"Yes. My father used to let me drive on occasions. You know, in the middle of the night on a vacant road." –That was Damon. Angie knew that when one is lying one must stick as close to the truth as possible and give as less details as possible.

The last time she drove with her father in the car was in the middle of the night, just like she told Rodrick. Although the time Damon was injured after a fight and she had to drive him to a safe house to stitch him up. She drove later too, but without her father it felt weird. She remembered the last time; even as he bled on the seat he smiled at her and told she was doing great.
Marcus, on the other hand wouldn't let her drive in a million years. They did go to the go-karts together from time to time, but that crap is nothing like handling a real car on a real road.

"So where do you know Jake from?"
"Oh, his in my class… You'll probably meet some of my actual friends tomorrow at school. Actually, I'm just using you; I can't stand being around him alone."
"Shit. I forgot that I had to go to school here" the idea of being crammed in one building with the same people every day took her attention from Rodrick declaring he and Jake weren't really friends.
"Yeah. Have fun with that" Rodrick said smiling, "Dad told me you were home schooled. I'm surprised you managed to get away from the death trap for so long…"
"I was home schooled, but for the past 2 years my father sent me to a regular one. -Which kind of sucks. I was hoping your parents will let me stay self tutored."
"No way in hell. My parents are way too neurotic to leave a living teenager at home alone. And, they would probably think it will help you to 'socialize' and to 'fit in'" he motioned quotation marks with his hands mockingly.
Rodrick just finished parking his van in front of another suburb house, which in Angie's eyes seemed scarily alike to every other house she saw that day.

Jake was the one to open the door. Angie immediately didn't like him. He checked her out with greedy eyes that reminded her of New York's low-lives.

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Marcus tried to make her stop doing what she did best. But the security system was her smallest obstacle. She continued on her heroine act and fought (and many times killed) drug dealers, common thieves and some rapists she caught trying to ravish girls' innocence (at times even boys' innocence).

But Jake's look reminded her one of her biggest catches;

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A year ago

Mindy stood at the corner of a deserted street. She used to stalk it for a few years because of its drug and sexual favors traffic. What she noticed after a while was that this same guy kept coming, his red truck always stopping at that corner.

He would talk with a hooker and she would come in to his car. Some days later you would the prostitute's face in the paper as a murder victim. They never seemed to look older than 17.

So there she was, on a school night with a hooded sweatshirt to cover up her face and gloved hands, and her Hit-Girl skirt. She knew he will be there, and she managed to scare the other girls away by informing them that if she wasn't there the police probably were. He eventually came. He smiled at her, his teeth un-naturally white. "Hello. How much for a party?"
She approached him with a teasing smile. His eyes making her fell naked, "Well, depends, what are you serving, and how much you are willing to spend?"

After discussing about his future plans of body violation and price tags she pretended to barge for, she stepped inside of his truck. "Why don't we take this somewhere more comfortable?" While driving to a motel near by, he couldn't help but notice purple hair coming out of her sweatshirt's hat but gave it no thought.

He carried her to the prepaid room like cargo. "I'm going to the toilet. Why won't you make me a drink?" He dropped her carelessly on the bed and went into the bathroom. "Take the cheap crap, and don't drink anything yourself. It'll go off of your payment" he threatened behind closed door.

She used the opportunity to drug him and make sure she didn't left any evidence behind. He gulped the glass as soon as he got out, and took off his pants roughly. He swayed from side to side as he ordered her to take off the sweatshirt- only to reveal her Hit Girl's costume underneath. This made him more enthusiastic. For about 5 seconds, that is. He dropped to the floor.

Mindy- happy the room was on the second floor, dragged his limp-y body to the truck. She smiled every time his head met a stair. In his truck she sat him in the passenger seat and stabbed him in the guts. Not fatally, just a little payback when he offered earlier in their price argument to "tap you from the back door".

She tapped him to the street lamp from where he picked her up. An hour later the police found him, bleeding slightly and in pain when a sign on his forehead saying 'who has two thumbs and kills young girls after sleeping with them? This guy!'
They found all the evidence they needed from the motel owner and a search at his house. They found his truck sometime later in the river. But the fact that bothered New York's finest was where the girl that he took to the motel that same evening is. The same girl the motel manager hadn't been able to describe, the girl that slipped a rapist drugs that erased most of his memories of the night. The same girl that managed to catch a wanted criminal when they didn't have a single lead.

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"Hello," Jake said in what was supposed to be a seductive tone, snapping her back to present times. Rodrick glared at him angrily. -I saw her first! -Total dibs. On second thought dad saw her first… Ewww. *Disturbing images* snap out of it! Gross, get out! A slight shiver went down his spine.
"What's up?" He tried to sound normal. Jake led them into his room and went to bring them some sodas.
Angie checked out her surroundings, "This one *gay* looking room". Rodrick looked around and only then he noticed the dude had way too many half naked soccer players' posters.
"I did not notice that…" he replied, a slight concern in his voice. They both laughed a bit until Jake returned. The boys started talking about some bands she haven't heard of (music was never her top way of time-passing), Jake bragged and displayed a new CD he bought and then they gossiped about some people she didn't knew.

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"So what, Frank is your father now?" Jake asked all of a sudden while she was busy checking out his wall- AKA starred dreamily at it. Bored will probably be more appropriate.
"Apparently…" She shrugged. Jake left the subject and turned on the television for the sake of their entertainment. After some time –forever in Angie's eyes- Rodrick said they had to go, and they left his house. Not before Jake tried to set his farewell with a hug.

"I am not coming with you to this house. Never again."
Rodrick smiled at her. He thought she did great knowing Jake was a douche. "I'm surprised you lasted that long. I only came so I could take the CD and burn it. I'm aware of the fact he's an ass"
"Good to know your only taking advantage of discussing dick-heads" Rodrick smiled. When he first heard her using cuss he was shocked a little, but now it seemed perfectly regular coming out of her mouth. Yet, it got him wondering, she's able to curse but what other surprises does she have?

The problem was, he thought about another person that might be involved in her dirty-talk fest. -His father.
"So what really happened to your parents?" Rodrick returned to the untouched subject. For some reason everyone acted like she was his long lost sister. It was obvious Marcus wasn't her paternal father, but he knew for sure she didn't have any blood connection to him.

She looked at him for a second, like it was a taboo subject. "My mom died while giving birth" –close enough to the truth. She actually committed suicide and the doctors pulled me out of her while they had the chance.-"and my father died recently in an accident". She didn't elaborated yet something about her expression was telling Rodrick it was no random accident.

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*AN: The title for this chapter is a line from the Rocky Horror Picture Show song "Damn it, Janet". ". The parts outside of the quotation marks are the shout-outs we use at the screening (or at least the one I go to). I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show or thought of this shout out by myself.