Another Kick-ass story

Time flies


-Chapter 7-


Last night was so cool. Getting to meet the Justice Forever and join the world's first super hero group. It kinda sucked that the Samaritan didn't become a full member but it was alright, we spent most of our time helping the community anyways, helping out at shelters, doing a few night watches. We even met some thugs who where robbing a street vendor and got to take them down. It was amazing. I often invite Mindy but she always says she can't. I tell her to break her promise and do what we both know she loves to do, but the answer never changes.

Anyways one day on patrol The Colonel told me his goals.

"We fight to protect justice, make things fair. A family living on the streets deserves a warm meal. An inebriated collage girl? Deserves to get home safe. And a pervert? A pedophile... deserves a visit from Eisenhower." He took the hotdog I bought and was holding and put it near his dogs face. "SHVANTS!" He yells to his dog and the dog bites it (not so) clean in half, demonstrating what happens to people like perverts and pedophiles.

We did some combat training and helped out with other things, like helping hunt down wanted criminals and lost pets. Doing request and learning about the community. Even helping out at a local shelter. As fun as it was. It wasn't fighting and taking down assholes with Hit-girl, hell even the Samaritan. But feeding a kid at a soup kitchen and seeing his smile was its own reward. That and taking down a human trafficking ring was epic. Me, Night Bitch, Battle Guy, and Doctor Gravity led by The Colonel took down a Human traffickers hideout and everyone in it. Gave us a gun scare, and we saved over 10 girls and zip tied the offenders. Leaving them for the police. After that we made the news. And every night we were gaining more and more members. Last time I counted we had over 60 people. And it was still growing. That and I now have a new Girlfreind. Night Bitch. There may not have been a lot of action most night, but there was always a little on the side with Night Bitch.

Even school life has been better since joining Justice Forever. Me and Marty were having a great time talking about the Justice Forever and the pride we felt. We were superheroes, no one may have known but we felt like rock stars! It was a high that didn't need repeated hits. But some people don't care how you feel, some guy bumped into me, then yelled some shit about what he is gonna do to me.

Marty pulled me away and told me to forget that guy, that it was a follower of some guy called the mother fucker on twitter, claiming to be the world's first super villan. What an asshole. Who is this guy?

Todd seemed to be a bit different lately. I guess we're to blame since we've kind of been blowing him off, trying to keep the hero stuff a secret. Since we felt bad we tried to get him to join, we even helped him become a super hero. Except he wanted to be the "Ass-kicker." Which was totally lame, I think we hurt his feelings, he ran off saying he was going to find his own hero team.

But all that was two days ago.

I still see Mindy in the hallways every now and then. She apparently has joined the dance squad. And seems to be getting along with some of the more popular girls. I see her talk to a guy I've never really seen before sometimes. But I could see though it all. This was Hit-girl for God's sake. There is no way she is friends with girls who's only concern is getting laid by some 'hot guy' then moving onto the next. And she's probably talking to that guy for the sake to keep up appearances. No way she's actually changed this much. She just passed me in the hallway and gives me a small nod. I watch her for a bit, I'm waiting for Marty to get his crap out of his locker anyways. When all of a sudden a guy I've never seen before comes up to me.

"Are you Dave? Dave liezewki?"

"Uhh... Yeah why? Can I help you?"

"And you must be Marty." The random guy says to Marty as he turns around. "Yeah. I am, what's up?" Marty replied coolly.

"An 'ally' of yours told me to give you this. Paid me 10 bucks to. Here. Have fun." And with that hands me a folded note and left.

"Wait! Who is he?" I yell to him.

"No idea!" He responds back walking away.

Marty shrugs and takes the note from my hand and reads it. After a minute he says "Holy shit Dave, read this!" I take the note, and read it. It says as follows:

'I have a KICKASS idea about where the next BATTLEGUY film can take place, I just wish a good SAMARITAN would help me out with with the camera work. I'll see you guys in the place where we did our first movie shoot at 5:00 pm today. You know the one that was a HIT with the GIRLs? Bring your costumes. Under your cloths, don't want to attract any attention to our movie shoot.'

I couldn't fucking believe it, the Samaritan knew who we where. And was calling us out. I knew he was an ally but it still scared the shit out of me. "Dude, where is this spot he's talking about? And you did a team up with hit-girl? Todd would flip."


[After school- 4:23 p.m.]

I could believe I was doing this. I had half a mind to run to Mindy and let her know what happened. But Marty said it would be fine and that we should at least see what he wanted. I voiced my worry anyways and we came up with a compromise. I brought the taser he gave me. We arrive on time. Exactly 5:00. We look around and see the Samaritan on the roof. He waves at us and believe it or not, jumps off. He skids down the wall before jumping off it and grabs the fire escape, he hangs from it before swinging once and landing on the floor and rolling, flawlessly standing up. He walks over to us and put his arms up in a questioning manner as if to say. "What do you think?"

""You know parkour? This guy is awesome Dave." Was Marty 'reply.'

"That's cool and all but what do you want with us Samaritan? You know our real identities. So now what?" I say.

"Jeez, calm down man. I'm sure he has a reason." Marty reassures me.

Samaritan makes a movement, grabbing his jacket and opening it then pointing to us. I guess he wants to see if we wore our costumes. So I show him my wetsuit under my shirt. And Marty does the same. The Samaritan then walks over to a trash can and grabs a lid. And he takes out two small sticks from behind him, it's a broom handle broken in half into two roughly equal pieces. He throws the lid to Marty and the sticks to me then takes off his jacket. He then gets into a fighting stance and moves his fingers in a "come on" Gesture. Marty and I look at each other then back at him. Is this guy serious? The Samaritan nods to me and gestures again. I say "Fuck it." And charge, Marty right behind me. I swing over head only to be countered. He side steps, then grabbed my left arm and made me punch myself in the face. I spin as I fall though and knock him in the back if the stumbles a bit and Marty takes the opportunity to ram him. But the thing is... The Samaritan is a big guy. Bigger than me. You can tell that he's in pretty good shape as well. So he rams back into Marty knocking him down. But the Samaritan falls. He rolls to the side and gets up, but I'm already on him. He ducks as I take a swing at him and shoulder rams me in my gut. Effectively knocking the wind out of me and dropping me on the floor. Marty is up and smacks the Samaritan with his shield. But the Samaritan blocks it with one arm and punches Marty in the shoulder hard enough he falls. I can tell he could have done worse but was holding back. I'm close enough so I take a swing at his legs and begin to get up. I hit him and he falls backwards. He catches him self with his hands and using the momentum swings his leg and hits mine. Bringing me back down to ground level. He gets up and puts his hand on my neck. He says "dead." Then runs over to Marty, who's just getting up and gets him in a choke hold from behind, he taps Marty's head and says, you guessed it. "Dead." Then puts Marty down gently. He walks over to the wall with a slight limp and sighs. He says this. "I killed you both. That's not good. So I say we should fix that. I want you guys to train with me. Running, fighting and even free running. It would be good for all three of us." He says.

"You think you can train me better than hit girl?" Oops... That slipped out.

"You trained with Hit-girl?" They both ask me in unison.

"Fuck."


The next day at the end of school I walked up to Mindy. And I start telling her about Justice forever and how much I would love to have her on the team. I mention who's in it and she makes a jab at Night Bitch.

"What is she, a superhero or a street whore."

"Maybe a bit of both..."

"Oh God, you're plugging her? I think I'm gonna hurl."

"Listen Mindy, I really want you on this team. The others are great and all bit there not Hit-girl."

"No not anymore Dave, I'm Mindy now, I'm on the dance squad and hang out with other girls."

"Those sluts? I know you, I know you're not like them, I know Hit-girl wouldn't go on a date tot save her life."

"No Dave, that's where you're wrong... Hey you! Shit for brains. You wanna go on a date?" She yells the second part to some jock on the football team. I look away in Disbelief.

"Who me? Yeah I'll go on a date. Saturday sound good?" Says the no name jock.

"Great, see you then. It's a date." She says that staring directly at me. The. Walk over to Marcus's car who just pulled up to pick her up.

"Is there a problem here?" Marcus asks me.

"No, no problem sir." I say defeatedly.

"good, I don't like problems..."


After Mindy asked that guy out I didn't bother to text her. I went out to meet Marty and the Samaritan to train. I never said what happened next did I? After confirming that I trained with Hit-Girl. Matt said that was sweet but the Samaritan got a bit excited it seems and started asking more questions. Like how recently, what did she teach me, how much I remember, if I could teach him what she taught me. I could tell he was holding in a lot. Why did this huge guy get so excited over one little girl? I really hope he isn't some Hit-girl fanboy, I've seen them online and find them a bit creepy. I think some are just pedophiles though. I answer as many questions as I can. After a few minutes he asked one last question. "Can you get her to train me?"

"You'll have to ask her yourself."

"You're right... I will then." That last question caused me some concern. But I brushed it off. He gets up runs his head from the blow before and tells us he'll text us next time and will let us know the next training session. He's about to leave when I say.

"Wait! What was the point of this? Why make us come out of costume? You could have just asked."

He doesn't turn around but replies.

"I have my reasons, but the main one is, that I asked you this way was so you can't say no."

And he walks off.


That was a few days ago. We trained the day after, we just all ran together at night in a local park, in 'uniform.' Marty didn't do to well, I wasn't used to cardio so I lagged behind a bit as well. And the Samaritan lapped us twice. The next night we did a bit better, the Samaritan brought us jump ropes. He made us jump rope for an half hour before Marty collapsed. I was about to as well but they didn't need to know that. He then gave us water. Last night was the same but we lasted longer. And Marty seemed to keep up with the Samaritan this time to. He was determined. I also learned that the Samaritan is a competitive guy. He speed up and went harder than before. Since Marty couldn't keep up, he dropped out, and that made the Samaritan laugh, in fact he laughed so hard he fell face first and hit his head. That only made us laugh. And the Samaritan laughed with us. I "won" that night.

Today we were told to go to a gym for weight lifting. He also said to bring boxing gear. He won't be there but he expects us to do a good workout. I considered telling him about the warehouse but decided against it. It's not mine to invite people to anyways. Marty said he needed a break from the training. So I went alone. I signed in, I had a membership there from before but decided to stop going here since I was training with Mindy at the time. But I'm glad I still had the membership. I started on cardio. And after about a mile in it I moved onto the free weights. I was on my second set, checking my form in the mirror when I get a text. It was from the Samaritan.

"I'm glad you are working on your form, and happy you are maintaining your cardio, but I need you to work on the bench press and then head to the boxing ring. To bad Marty couldn't come, but I'm sure you'll find someone willing to fight you. You ARE in good shape." I looked around to find the sender. I checked both sides of the gym. There were people all around there was no way to see who texted me, then I get another text. "Calm down, don't bother looking for me, head to the ring there is a guy there who's looking for a partner. I told him you were coming." I sigh then head over to the boxing ring near the back. There is a guy there already geared up. He's a big guy, tan skin and short hair, like really short, almost military short. He was wearing white basketball shorts and a orangish pink shirt. He walked up to me and said. "Are you Dave? Your friend told me you would be coming. You wanna do a round or two?" I was about to say no thanks when I get another text, "Oh and if you refuse I'll make you run 4 miles next time I see you." I looked at the guy in front of me and said "Yeah, sure. Just one question though."

"Cool, what's your question? If you want to know if there's kicking allowed or wrestling then yeah, but no face shots or dirty fighting, also the safe word is 'Samaritan'. Your friend said its the one you guys are used to using. Weird word but I guess it isn't one that comes up in a conversation to much."

I'm a bit taken back at the safe word. But regardless I say "No I'm fine with those rules, but my question is what did he look like? Like his face and build and stuff?"

"What do you mean? He's your friend isn't he? Wouldn't you know what he looks like?"

"I mean yeah of course, but uh. He always wears a mask and stuff when we box, you know all the head gear. So I never really learned what he looks like, we aren't the hanging out kinda friends. We only meet in boxing rings like this one. And when I get there he already has his head gear on, so I never seen his face really well, I don't want to be rude and ask him to take it off but I'm curious. What did he look like?"

The guy laughs. "That's a weird friendship man. I don't know what he really looks like, he was wearing his mask here. He said he had to go when I asked him for a fight but said you'd be coming and be glad to go a round with me. But I wish I could tell you more. I only know what he looks like as much as you do, he was about the same build as me and skin color to but that's all I know. So we gonna box or not?" He finishes and gets into the ring. Beckoning me in. I sigh, I made up the part with the mask but I guess it turned out to be true, I guess the Samaritan is a smarter guy that I anticipated. But this guy is warming up ready, so I throw on my gloves and get in the ring with him.

We go a few rounds. And talk to each other at the same time, we teach each other a few moves and then practice them on each other. It was a work out alright, I'm sure it would hurt more to if my nerve endings weren't fucked. I learn his name is Ezequiel , he's spanish, Peruvian or something. And he goes to my school. He's been working out here for about a year now. Used to be a pretty fat guy, now his in great shape. I've noticed a few scars on him, so I question him about it, he tells me he got into a lot of fight in middle school and not all of them were fist fights. He mentions he isn't a trouble maker, he is an honor roll student, wants to be a doctor, but he often gets in trouble with local gangs because if his size and looks. I don't really get it so he elaborates.

"I have a tendency to give people dirty looks, and my size made me look kinda intimidating. So some thugs would often test to see just how tough I was. So ever since I was in third grade I've been fighting. I get good grades, I read a lot, play video games, workout, and did football for a while. But every now and then I get a guy or two who wants to fight me. I'm sure this wouldn't happen upstate. But my parents divorced when I was a kid and my mom stayed in the city, my dads a cop. I get to see him pretty often which is great."

He stops talking there and we throw a few punches and kicks at each other. Dodging and blocking most but a few still get me. He's good. I ask him "What grade are you in?"

"Eleventh grade right now. You?"

"Senior."

"Cool. Any plans for collage? Jobs? Hobbies?"

"No plans for collage, I do have a hobby however. " I reply.

"Hmm..." Was his only response. After 5 more minutes I call it quits. I shake his hand and say I'll see him later. He nods and starts to head toward the locker room. I grab my gear and head out the door. But thinking about the match on the way out. There was one thing that was driving me crazy. That guy reminded me of something. But for the love of me I couldn't remember what... Man, my head really hurts.

Today was Saturday, yesterday I worked out at the gym. And I was still beat, luckily the Samaritan gave us the day off. I went home and decided to not go anywhere or do anything today. And I did just that, today absolutely nothing happened. But that night... Well that was a different story.

*creak*

"...hmm? Holy shit! Mindy! What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry Dave I just needed someone to talk to right now." Mindy was wearing a dress and was obviously crying. I told her to sit down.

"What happened?"

"Those girls... They're evil Dave. They date ditched me in the woods and I had to walk home." She shook her head and looked out the window. Trying to hold back tears.

"Hey, hey come here. You have nothing to cry about, you're smart, you beautiful, you're the strongest girl I know. And you're Hit-girl! What could be better?" All those weeks of acting gay in front of Katie weren't a complete waste of time. "Thanks Dave. "Thanks Dave, but I don't know how I'm gonna face them tomorrow, I'm so embarrassed... Should I break there arms?" She asked.

"No, defiantly not!" I reply quickly.

"I know Dave I'm just fucking with ya. But what should I do?"

"Well you just got to beat them at their own game. And be yourself. You ARE Hit-girl. You should be fighting crime out there in the real world not a bunch of girls in high school."

"Dave I promised my daddy that if he died I would listen to Marcus. And Marcus says I can't be Hit-girl."

"Mindy your dad is gone, this is YOUR life, you choose how YOU want to live it, not Marcus."

"You're right..." And with that she got up, smiled at me. And left out my window.


A/N: I think I've reached the point for most authors where either their work becomes legendary, or they fall and their work is forever known as adequate.

I think I'm one if the falling ones. Let me know please by leaving a review, I see the traffic this story gets, like 50 of you guys read it but only one ever bothers to review it. Thanks for reading it still. I'd like to say thank you to D4RKR4AVEN but as much as I appreciate his criticism I'm really getting tired of only seeing his name after each review. Somebody at least tell me if it sucks. But to those who favorite and follow I thank you. I just wish you would review to.

*Sigh* Okay rant over.

Also this chapter will be HEAVILY redone after kick ass 2 becomes available for DVD.