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Childhood

Chapter Four: Lipstick

Four words: makeup training is shit.

I had been staring at myself in the mirror for God knows how long. Somehow finding the ability to space out about half way through and not look at the crap that was caked onto my face. The only screwed up part is that those four fucking words just kept running through my head the entire time.

"Nhh...Fuck this."

I finally snapped from the daze when seeing how fucking crappy I had made the blush look. I wasn't trying to be a perfectionist or even make it look "good" if you can even call it that. But I was supposed to be practicing and if it didn't look any better the next time Chris saw me then he'd think I was fucking him over.

And at this point I wanted to.

I grabbed the towel from my desk, wiping the powder off or rather smearing it until I could feel my skin again. Ah it blended so frickin' nicely with the other shit that was still stained from my prior attempts this past week.

My prior attempts A.K.A. my fuck ups that were my actual reasons for wanting to quit and tell Chris to go fuck himself. He said he couldn't blame me for wanting to give up, but that was after I went to school with that blue eyeshadow that made me look like a whore. At first he lied and said it didn't look bad...Then started laughing like the prick he is until I punched him in arm.

Fucking cunt.

I threw the towel on my bed after giving up on that "rogue" shit, my chair giving it's usual creek as I spun to check my Myspace. Hell even reading the jacked up requests from people was better than thinking about all the lovely hooker comments I got at school...Or thinking about how I hadn't been able to go out to do anything fun since I started training.

"What the fuck do you want now?"

I scrolled down when seeing the blinking red message alert and new nerdy picture that rivaled Dave's. Actually I think it was possibly worse what with its bad editing of his car in the background and "flowing" cape. Red Mist, you fucking geek.

Still I clicked on it.

Hit-Girl,

Sorry about Wednesday. I didn't think you were seriously going to wear it to school. When I dropped the shit off I told Marcus to tell you to only wear it around me so I could give you pointers. I guess he didn't tell you. Anyway are you practicing with the blush? At least an hour, remember?

-Red Mist

So I basically punched him for no apparent reason? No, he deserved it for being an ass. Definitely not as much as Marcus apparently was but an ass nonetheless.

I sighed, quickly responding to the message with a "yes". Yeah it was a lie but I couldn't fucking stand that shit on my face anymore. I couldn't even sweat through it and if I planned to sneak out tonight then something had to give. Not like Chris would know anyway.

Again my chair creaked as I anxiously turned around to retrieve my costume from under my dresser. The crappy feelings kind of lessening when I pulled my bulletproof vest out.

"Fucking Marcus..."

I slipped my shirt off, replacing it with the vest and my jacket. Again the pain was slightly dulled. Putting on my garb usually helped it...Although it didn't help as much as it used to. Especially not after getting that shitty message. What the fuck was wrong with Marcus? Wasn't it bad enough that he constantly dropped "subtle" hints about me acting my age and trying to change me? Now he didn't even tell me what Chris said...He should be fucking grateful that I'm doing this at all.

Within a matter of minutes I tied my hair up, adjusted my mask, and plopped my wig on. My gloves, belt, and the rest quickly following before I hurriedly jumped from my bedroom window.

Sometimes, I kind of wished I hadn't been so preoccupied and anxious to get out of there...If I hadn't maybe I would have seen that reply Red Mist sent. The one that said "Liar". Cocky dick head.

...Eh, I only say "kind of" because that rush of freedom is like fucking cocain. Seriously, you can't get enough of it and when it runs out you feel like killing yourself. And believe me after being confined to that fucking house and to Marcus all week, I needed it.

"Douche wad."

I mumbled after getting a few blocks away, slipping into an alley to put on my knuckle dusters. Damn it felt good, almost making his shit worth it...Ok, I can't give fighting and sneaking around full credit...As fucked up as it was I had to give Chris props too...He was helping me after all and even though he was putting me through Hell with the makeup and shit he wasn't trying to change me. If anything he wanted me to have "fun" as he put it...Well this is what's fucking fun.

A smirk instantly slid across my lips when I heard some lady screaming her head off out of the fucking blue. My feet hurting when realizing I had instinctively started running towards the source. Heh, a week off hadn't slowed me down at all. Not that I thought it would.

"Fucking let go you bitch!"

I stopped at the entrance to some kind of condemned liquor store. How fucking cliche can a purse snatcher get besides being a purse snatcher?

"Stop it!" She managed to land a decent punch into his shoulder.

"Or what, Cunt?" He knocked her head into the side of the building.

"Or I'll cut off your nuts and make you eat them, Cock Sucker."

They both turned in surprise. I'm not sure if it was because of a reflex, what I said, or because I giggled when saying it.

"Fuck off, Kid."

The surprise was over. He went back to harassing, she went back to crying, and I quickly headed over to stop both of them.

"She said to stop, Asshole." I stood behind him.

"And I told you to fuck off, you fucking brat!" He didn't bother to turn, bad move.

"Well," I jammed my butterfly knife directly into his spine which I guess shocked him because he stopped, "this brat is going to fuck you up."

It only took a twist of the wrist before several cracks were heard. Music to my ears. The woman's apparently too since she didn't seemed stunned that he was down on his knees being held up by a little girl. Maybe she had seen me on the internet? I didn't know and I didn't care. All I did care about was how fucking funny it was when the crazy bitch started kicking him in the nuts.

"Prick! You deserve worse than this!" She tightened the grip on her bag, stomping off in hurry.

Worse? I fucking severed the bastard's spine, lady! He isn't even dead yet...Will be shortly but not yet.

"Stop bleeding all over my knife. Fucking rude, Jackass." I slowly removed it, wiping the blood off on his shirt. Not like he'd be needing it anytime soon.

"Shouldn't you be playing with rogue?"

Now it was my turn to be surprised and unfortunately I made it obvious when I turned around in a lame battle-ready pose. My nerves and gay posture instantly relaxing when seeing Red Mist leaning against the side of the building.

I smirked, "Didn't I ever tell you that I never play?"

He only gave me that dorky smile of his, flicking his wig to usher me to come over. Naturally I didn't plan to obey. I mean he had caught me in the act and looking all fucking innocent wouldn't work on him like it did with Marcus. Of course running away wouldn't work either and I'd look more like a pussy.

"How did you know that I left?" I tucked my weapon away, calmly approaching him.

"Not that hard," he started walking away, almost making me following alongside, "to figure out. I drove by your house to see if you wanted to hang and saw your light off."

"So?" I smiled.

He glanced down at me, "So I know you're not in bed at midnight and not doing your makeup since I was replying on my phone while you crawled out your window."

"Douche bag." I laughed.

"Min...Hit-Girl, your dad isn't going to letup until he thinks you're trying."

He stopped after getting ahead of me, turning to calmly stare me down. Crossing his arms and adjusting his stance as though trying to intimidate me or some shit. In reality all it did was give me a nice look at his junk.

"You really need to get looser pants, dumb ass."

"Ah!" He suddenly jumped, tugging on the crotch of his pants before flinging his cape around to "censor" himself. Like it's something I've never seen before, right?

"Would you fucking relax?" I giggled.

"You're eleven, I don't wanna show..."

"I meant about Marcus," I sighed,"shit for brains. Besides if I just wear a little while I'm around him I'll be fine."

He blushed, "Right. But he'll notice you aren't getting any better, Genius." He finally let go of his cape, trying to act like he wasn't embarrassed.

"It'll be fine, Cu..."

For once it wasn't him cutting me off like at the bowling alley. Instead it was this group of like five of the gayest "thugs" I've ever seen in my life. Honestly, they looked like fags with their shitty switchblades and trying to walk in step. I think even Chris wanted to laugh when he turned around to watch them.

"Th fuck?" He mumbled.

"Well if it isn't the Red Tampon and Purple Whore." One of the bald guys laughed.

"Oh if it isn't Mr. Clean reminding me to polish my dildo."

Christopher slowly turned to give this combined look of "shut the fuck up before I get shanked" and "did you really just say that? Seriously?". What? He wasn't used to it by now?

"You've got a big mouth, bitch. You should try sucking my cock...We're not one of those little pussy gangs you're used to."

"Stupid cunts." I giggled, blinking before looking up. "Wanna double team them, Red Mist?"

"S-Sure."

I let out a disgusted sigh. Goddamn he sucked at acting. I know he had never actually done anything "heroic" since all that bullshit with Dave was a hoax but he couldn't try to give some confidence to that line? Fuck. Also fuck me for asking him, I made it clear that I wanted him to work with Kick-Ass...Oh well I'd least I'd get to know my enemies moves even if he thought this was some kind of invite to join forces.

"Shall we?"

I whispered before lunging at what these pussies considered their leader. Landing a nice little punch directly into his throat. What could he expect? He had a fucking target symbol tattooed there! To answer my own question he must've expected a lot less out of me since he fell over in convulsions.

"Well that was a fucking letdown. Hope the rest of you can do better." I turned momentarily to see if Chris was ok. Shockingly, he...was.

I've gotta admit that surprised me even after I spun back to face the two that weren't attacking him. How he was managing to hold up without pulling his gun I'll never know.

"Two against one. You guys must really fucking suck." I laughed as one tried to grab my arm, missing by over a foot. His buddy following up by coming at me straight on with his gay little blade.

"What are you...?"

Again I wasn't cut off by Chris or even a gang of douches...Instead I stopped myself when feeling my cape being pulled backwards, my arms being crushed when the guy who "accidentally" missed me the first time held his arms over mine.

"Cock sucker." I squirmed, kicking in a sad attempt to be freed.

"Get the little slut!" He called out to other fuck face who was now preparing to slice my throat. I've never felt more like a helpless bitch.

Ok, screw that. I'd never felt more like a bitch than when I heard the gunshot go off. The "fuck face" falling to ground, dead as a fucking doornail, and Christopher standing there with one hand on his hip. Most retarded hero pose ever!

"You fucking..." He let go of his grip on me, my body ducking to avoid the second shot that took him out.

"Huuu..." I panted quietly, darting my head around to look at the damage. One dead by punch to the throat, one due to stabbing, one still barely twitching, and two by gunshot. Fucking beautiful.

"You ok?"

I looked up to see his hand extended out to me. Of course I didn't take it.

"Yeah. You?" I nodded, standing to brush my cape off.

"Yeah." He smiled. Obviously trying to ignore the blood that was dripping from his lip.

"You su..."

"Lets go...sit..." He coughed, walking as fast as he could to collapse against a bunch of handrails that led up to another broken down building.

I would've called him out on the whole cutting me off again thing but instead I opted to join him.

"Not used to this I see." I slouched next to him.

"Not really...Fuck this outfit is hot." He choked.

"Don't wear leather than, dumb ass." I laughed, leaning my head back against one of the rails.

"Shut up at least it looks cool."

"Yeah well makeup is supposed to look cool but it's fucking hot...That's why I'm not wearing it anymore." I have to admit it was easier to talk about that shit when the adrenalin was pumping.

"You just haven't found a kind you like yet...Try lipstick."

I instantly turned my head, preparing to bitch him out about how oily and nasty feeling it was but he decided to stop me before I could start.

"Here." He smeared the blood from his mouth, gently pressing his gloved hand over my lips to paint them a rather tasty shade of red.

I guess I've seen too many cliche movies or heard too many girls talk about fantasies because at this moment I was expecting him to say a stupid line about how pretty I looked...Rather than leaving me with a smile before pulling himself up to go find his car.

I finally touched my mouth after he was out of sight. Thinking of how pathetic it would have sounded if he had said something cheesy.

...Ok fine, I fucking wanted him to say it, alright?


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