I was too weak to fight. They unchained me and dragged me back to the first room. Chris was there. There massive gashes in his costume now, they hadn't been there before. I could see that the gashes were matched with ones in his skin. He looked at me.
When he saw me his eyes grew large. I guess my face really had taken a serious beating. He mumbled something but I count understand what he said, maybe they had drugged him...or maybe that was just because of his broken slacked jaw. It made me cringe. They threw me into the cold steel chair again. I hated this chair. It was silver, and covered in rust. The cushion had been ripped off some time ago, and all that was left was a seat of rust, and sharp little spikes that the fabric was supposed to be hooked into.
They chained me again. It would have been my chance but it felt futile, I needed a days rest...if they gave me that. I could feel myself wasting away. I couldn't remember how many days it had been, I wouldn't have known either. This room had no windows, it was completely sound proof, and terrifying, like something out of Hostel. Complete with shackles over there in the corner.
How we ended up in this mess was no mystery. As I recall my pig led me here...but I could never be angry with him for that. One little slip up is all it took. One drop of a knife, one missed swing with your fist, that's all it took.
That night was all but a blur to me. It was clear and crisp, like my memory had fully buffered, and was playing in 1080P. We fought them, a second time, Hit Girl, and Kick-Ass. But this time it was a trap. They were ready for this. The rising crime was too suspicious. They suspected us, and if we were the cause I would lay down and die. But we were not. We didn't know who was. But as it goes, they thought that we were plotting some crazy underground league of bad guys, when we were just out fucking shit up.
Our confrontation began. This time I had Kick-Ass. I guess because of me being a girl he pushed me even harder. He didn't want to be defeated by a woman. He wouldn't be. He hit me in the face, I was use to him hitting me now. I charged him, pulling out my swords. He dodged me, and I ran right into a brick wall. It felt strange, like something was wrong.
I looked to Chris. He was holding his own next to Hit Girl, but she wasn't throwing many punches, she was playing defense tonight. She didn't ever do that. I pulled my eyes from Chris, he seemed winded but I count afford to run to him now. I got to my feet, and walked towards Kick-Ass. He was standing there, a grin on his face. I dropped my swords, and put my fists up. He smiled, I punched, I was off center.
He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back until my shoulder was dislocated. I screamed out, Chris looked at me, he dropped his butterfly knife in shock. Almost immediately Hit Girl had him in her clutches. She held his blade to his throat. We had no choice but to follow. If I had know what would happen, I would have struggled, and gotten over the pain. But I never thought that the heroes could be the villains.
Back to reality. Chris was drained, I could tell that he wouldn't live much longer if he didn't get to a hospital soon. within twenty four hours he would die. My beating continued. Hit girl, and Kick-Ass laid in on me. I was hunched over. My back was taking most of the brutal beating.
Hit girl came over to me, she pulled my face up to hers, she spit on my face. But I didn't care, when you have nothing left of your humanity, much less your face, you begin to realize that our gestures of anger really don't mean much. She could have pissed on my face, and my anger would have stayed at an even keel.
They had us, they were determined to reek havoc on us the way we reeked havoc on this city. I had heard the story of what happened to her father. I felt her anger and rage. She had broken some fingers wailing on me. When I heard the cracks of her bone I smiled, the sound was still soothing, but then I heard one of my ribs break. The crack hurt.
I looked to Chris, his face was torn to pieces. He looked hopeless. We were hopeless.
