NOTE: I do not own Kick-Ass, Kick-Ass 2, or any of the characters other than those you're unfamiliar with, nor am I attempted to claim them as my own creations. I noticed there was a lack of Chris stories, and I really want to explore this side of his character.
Lucy stared him in the eyes, fists clenching as to not give away to the fact that though she'd never seen this look on his face before, and in a sense, it scared her. Blinking, her brows furrowed. "You want me to call you..the 'Motherfucker'? That's what you want to be called?" The redhead snorted, sitting back against the leather of the seat. If he wanted her to swear at him, he sure as hell didn't have to ask her twice. "What, are you looking in to wrestling or something?"
Chris's gaze further deepened, the glare becoming prominent. "This isn't a game. This isn't for show. This is about me coming the world's biggest known supervillain." He would exact his revenge on Kick-Ass for what he did, and no amount of ridicule would stop him. Lucy looked at him from the corner of her eye.
"This is about supervillains and superheroes? Are you trying to get on TV now? Most of those people who go out there in those little spandex outfits don't know the first thing about danger, or stopping it for that matter. Sure, it doesn't hurt to go out and try to help, but you're in the complete opposite court here. What are you going to do as 'the Motherfucker', Chris? Huh?" Lucy put extra emphasis on his name, simply to spite him, and he knew it. Chris hadn't even gotten to the good part before she started tearing the idea apart. It made sense, though, for her to be skeptical of it.
"Oh, trust me," he murmured, sitting back in his seat. "You'll see what I'm gonna do."
Lucy stood just at the bottom of the steps, tapping her foot. The house, Chris's house, was much larger than she'd originally anticipated. What else did you expect, a shack? He's New York's richest young adult. The ceiling was high, and the trim around every wall had detail that only an artist could dream of. The stairs, the furniture, all of it, just spouted out "this is how well-off we are, and we want you to know it!" The mansion was beautiful, however. The D'amico's still had taste.
A throat cleared at the top of the stairs, and Lucy looked up, hand immediately flying to mouth. Descending down the steps was Chris, clad in a leather gimp suit: complete with cape and mask. Had he not had on a red shirt and dark skinny jeans underneath it all, he'd be showing nothing but skin. The girl folded her lips inward, trying as hard as she could not to laugh. Chris saw right through it.
"What," he spat, crossing his arms, "you could do better? I look bad ass." Chris looked intimidating, or so he thought. He stopped on the last step, right in front of Lucy. Under the mask, a brow was lifted. Lucy nodded.
"Yeah, actually. I think I could."
Chris glared, stepping around her. Imagining what the redhead would look like in tight leather made him wish he'd chosen a less hot person to be his right-hand. Even then, he'd desired her to be a little more than his right-hand. "Let's just go. Javier is already in the car waiting." He told her, yanking the door open. "Crime awaits."
Please tell me he did not just say that. Lucy's mind screamed, wishing she could only smack a little sense into him. Nonetheless, she obeyed. God only knew what he'd have done if she didn't. The car ride was a blur to her, as she stared out of the window throughout it's entirety, ignoring Chris. Before she knew it, they were back in the city, stopped outside of a little hole-in-the-wall convenient store. The man in the front seat shook his head. "Your Uncle Ralph's not gonna be happy about this, Chris-"
The boy next to her interrupted him with a huff. "That's not my name." Javier turned his gaze out of the window. "I'm not calling you that, so forget it."
Chris was starting to get pissed off now. What was so hard about calling him what he wanted to be called. This was who he was now. "Javier." His tone was scolding, and Lucy knew he'd have a lot to say. "You worked for my dad. Then you worked for my mom, and now you work for me. I'm proobably the richest kid in New York City. But if you don't like that, then find yourself another mother-fucking job, okay?" With that, he pulled the leather mask over his face, ignoring Javier's "whatever" from the front seat. "Keep the car running, will ya?"
Javier tapped on the steering wheel, while Lucy sat in the back, arms folded over her chest before she decided to take the initiative to break the silence. "Is he like this a lot?" Javier craned his neck to look at her. "Depends. What exactly is 'this'?"
Lucy lifted her brows for a second. "Well I mean..annoying. Bratty. Over-defiant?" At this, Javier let out a throaty laugh, nodding as he turned the rest of the way in his seat. It didn't surprise her that Chris acted like a baby all the time. "I'm sorry you have to babysit."
The bodyguard shrugged, stretching an arm over the seat. "It's not all bad, if you're talking about him. I get paid well, and despite their rep, I love that family. That kid used to be sweet." Lucy remembered when he was that sweet kid, almost three years ago, before his dad died. Maybe he'd always been hiding the desire to become a criminal. If that were the case, he hid it well under the puppy-dog eyes and comic books.
The sound of gunshots in the store caused Lucy to jump, and Javier quickly turned back in his seat. Not even a minute later, Chris tore the door open, yelling for Javier to start the car. He jumped in, slamming into Lucy while he did so, and the car lurched forward.
"That was amazing!" He yelled, gasping for breath as he sat his head against the seat. "I feel so alive! I know who I am. I know why I'm here." The boy was having some sort of life epiphany verging on mental breakdown. "I am gonna fuck this world up!" He yelled out, punching the roof of the car with each word. "They will know the Motherfucker's name!" He let out a yell, and Lucy covered her ears. He had to be hooked out something. Chris took a breath and leaned up to Javier. "You've got to find some bad ass MMA types to train me, okay? Chuck..Liddell, or whoever. Fuck, I don't care how much it costs! I just want to be able to kill Kick-Ass. With my bare hands."
Lucy's eyes were glued to his face, which was twisted into some sick expression caused by the power he felt he held. Just as she thought his speech was over, his face turned serious. "I've gotta tweet about this!" He said, pulling his phone from one of the many zippered pockets. The girl watched as his fingers ran frantically over the keys. For a brief moment, his adrenaline had pumped so much that he'd forgotten she was there in the car, waiting on him. He turned his head to look at her, her expression screaming disbelief. "What?" He asked, shrugging.
"Have you lost your fucking mind?" She shrieked at him, punching his shoulder. "You just robbed that place!" Chris shrugged again, rolling his eyes at her outburst. She seemed to have lost her tough exterior sometime between leaving the house and now. "That makes me an accomplice, you idiot! I'm a straight-A college student. I have a job, where I work my ass to earn the money for the rent at my apartment, where I live. Did you fucking forget?!"
Chris ran his tongue over his teeth, pulling the mask off of his face. His hair was a mess, and he was sweating under the suit, but he only cared about the fact that he'd just robbed a store, and destroyed it in the process. "You're over reacting." He saw Javier glance in the rear-view, but his guard stayed quiet.
"I'm sorry, I'm overreacting? You just made me. An accomplice." She spat through clenched teeth. No amount of breathing would calm her down now. Lucy had gone out on her own for a reason. To get away from the life of crime that her family just couldn't rid. She hit his shoulder again, harder this time, hoping for a bruise. "I should kick your ass for this." She told him, glaring at him. If looks could kill. Something about the way she was hitting him, the way she was yelling at him, made him snap and he grabbed her by the throat. Chris pressed the skinny girl down into the seat, hovering over her, despite the possible danger of being thrown around the car with every turn it took. Her arms fought to shove him off, and even Javier shouted at him in the front seat to sit back down.
"You listen to me!" He was in her face now, digging a knee into hers. "You don't run this show, I do. My adrenaline levels are through the roof right now, so I suggest you not fucking fuck with me, okay!" Lucy kept her mouth shut in defiance as her wide eyes and heavy breathing betrayed her. No one had ever gotten so physical with her with malicious intent, and it freaked her out. He leaned closer to her, eyes boring into hers as he did so, much like he had in the diner only hours before. "Do you understand?" He asked slowly in her ear, as if to give her time to hear each word he was saying. Lucy nodded carefully, and he released her, allowing her to sit up as if nothing had happened.
She didn't speak for the rest of the car ride back to Long Island.
Look at all that threatening. So I made a little cover for this story, but it's too big to fit as an actual cover on FF, so it's in my bio. Tell me what you think of it!
