Day 41
Chicago
"Mindy? Is that you?"
A familiar voice.
I spun around in panic.
Marty? I saw Marty! What the hell was he doing in Chicago! I grabbed him and pulled him behind some trees, with my hand over his mouth.
"Say another fucking word and I will rip your fucking tongue out!" I growled into his ear.
"S... S... Sorry. I was just shocked to see you! I didn't expect to see you here." Marty stammered.
"God, Marty, you scared me!" I looked around, relieved. Nobody seemed to have noticed. "We can't talk here."
I flagged down a cab and headed back to my apartment. I had to trust Marty, he did fight beside me, after all.
Once through my apartment door, I kicked the door closed and shoved Marty against the wall with my arm at his throat.
"Why are you in Chicago? Who sent you?" I growled.
Marty tried to shrink back into the wall. Terror in his eyes.
"God, Mindy! Don't go all 'Hit Girl' on me! I'm here with relatives, I came here soon after the warehouse fight, I needed to get away."
I momentarily loosened my pressure on his neck, feeling a bit shocked. He knows I'm Hit Girl!
"Who the fuck told you I was Hit Girl?" I growled, tightening the pressure again.
"I worked it out! Easy really, when you looked back over everything. Especially since Dave is Kick-Ass. It had to be you!" Marty said, quite reasonably.
I let him go.
I had to.
He used his name and that feeling shot through me again. I remembered Dave's voice on the phone and my legs felt weak, so I sat down on the couch.
Marty, rather dubiously, sat down beside me.
"Look," Marty said. "I know why you had to leave, Dave told me. I have not told anybody else who you really are. To be honest I wouldn't dare tell, because of who you are. I've seen you fight, you're really scary."
I couldn't help but smile at Marty, I felt relieved.
"What about Dave? Does he know where you are?" Marty asked in a concerned voice.
"No, he doesn't. I haven't been in contact with him, or anyone, since I left. By the way, my name is Megan, Megan Williams. I can't use Mindy Macready, not here," I explained.
"No problem... Megan."
"Are you going back to New York, Marty?"
"Yes, day after tomorrow, I think. Do... Do you want me to tell Dave about you?" Marty asked carefully.
What do I do?
I have the perfect opportunity to contact Dave, through Marty.
But would Dave come straight up here and risk exposing me?
Oh, no! Not in front of Marty!
That thought came again. Exposing myself to Dave! God, not again. I felt myself blushing, furiously. I had to see Dave. I ignored the blushing and tried to look fierce. Looking at Marty's face, though, I think I failed.
"Tell Dave I'm in Chicago. But tell him I cannot see him in public. Tell him..." I outlined what I wanted Marty to tell Dave and how we could meet without arousing suspicion.
Marty got up to leave and I thanked him for finding me.
Once the door was closed, I sank to the floor with my back to the wall and I cried, I couldn't stop it, I had lost control, completely. This time, though, they were tears of happiness.
I felt the solitude start to lift.
My past life was reawakening.
