jordanhow-awesome: now we begin act 2, hopefully you guys liked the break out chapter now we can begin our story where we left Mindy off.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Ugh.
KNOCK! KNOCK! DING-DONG!
Its 10 a.m., ass-hole!
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Okay, dick-head, I'm coming!" I soon enough realize I'm not even next to the door, I'm not even downstairs. I'm wearing my dad's old Fantastic Four t-shirt and I stumble down the steps while trying to slip on a pair of jeans.
I hop on the chair where the shotgun used to be and I stow my Dad's old gun in the closet. I peer through the window and find a slightly sun-burnt man with a balding hairline standing at my door. I quickly run to my bag and toss on a raven colored wig with bangs.
I get myself prepared for any slick move this rude ass-hole wants to try; I mean come on, its 10 a.m., that's really rude.
I open the door to the guy and he actually puts his hand out for a handshake.
"Hi, there" I grab his hand half-heartedly and shake it, expecting him to throw some ninja stars in my eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't wake you up, did I?" He tries to catch a few looks at the house past me.
"Uh no, not at all. I was just doing some cleaning." It was the first lie I could think of, ok?
"Um, are any of your parents here right now?"
"No, they're both at work. But my brother-Dave-should be home soon." It was the second best lie I could think of, ok?
"Well I only ask because I think maybe you guys might have borrowed my ladder without asking and never gave it back." Now I really need to defuse this situation.
"Oh, I don't think that was us."
"But that's my ladder right there. It's still up against your house; I can even see the marks on your grass from when you dragged it over here." He points his arm at the ladder still leaning against the house. "And there was a loud noise coming from this house."
"What happened was we were trying to build a tree house, and we meant to tell you. my Dad's power-drill can get pretty loud" i make a nod towards the ladder.
"Well, did you guys just move here?."
"Yeah, we just got here yesterday; we're still waiting for the movers with our stuff.
"Hey, I understand that; well hey, welcome to the neighborhood." he gives me his hand again, i shake it and he goes on his way; hopefully the asshole doesn't call the cops
I close the door, lock it, lock all the windows and close all the shades to make sure this guy never gets a good look at anything that goes on in here.
Eventually a few hours pass, and I manage to kill them on the internet; compliments of the douche next door. It turns out surprisingly enough; a Kick-Ass movie is being made. The story goes that Michael Bay's son is a big fan of the comic, and in turn ol' Michael found a get rich quick scheme. It's actually which actors they got to play us; Channing Tatum as Kick-Ass of all people, they got Steve Buscemi as Frank D'amico, Abigail Breslin as me, and Jason Statham as Big Daddy.
Since the movie is still in pre-production, the only actor who's said anything about their role is "Little Miss Sunshine". It says and I quote, "This will be one of the most challenging roles of my career; to portray a real life superhero is a dream come true."
Damn right it will be challenging, hell I'm the actual chick and it's challenging. Just as I search for a chat-room to bitch about this Dave walks in. He looks at me with the wildest look of confusion and I realize I'm still wearing the wig. I take it off and give him a shrug.
"Did you check out the news?" He takes a nod at the laptop sitting on the coffee table.
"More or less; where were you all day?"
"I went to go pick up a few supplies until I saw this." He tosses me today's newspaper.
"Chris D'Amico trial pushed back for recovery." I read this and every syllable infuriates me.
"Can you believe it? He has a broken back and legs and he's still untouchable." Dave sits next to me on the couch looking over my shoulder at the headline.
"Well who said he was untouchable?" I stand up and throw the paper in the chair next to the couch.
"Mindy, you can't go after D'Amico. It's over; we won and he lost, sort of." He shrugs his shoulders at the last half of his comment.
"How can you say that after all the ways he's fucked your life up?"
"Mindy, he's going to rot and die in prison and after he does that he's going to rot in hell." He holds me by the shoulders to make his point. "Just promise me you won't do anything stupid."
"I promise."
Dave and I hug out our argument before his grandma text's him to come home.
"Listen, I got to go, just chill out for a while and I'll be here first thing in the morning." I wave Dave goodbye and he heads off.
I had my fingers crossed.
As soon as pitch black night hits I get myself ready. I throw on a brunette wig that they might well call the Zoey Deschanel.
I try to dress the opposite of Mindy Macready which means no pink or purple; I toss on a pair of grey leggings and a skirt, with a t-shirt and a blue hoodie. I throw on my sneakers and for added measure I slide a pair of thick rimmed glasses in between my eyes.
I look in the mirror and I can't help but say "Ok world, get ready for hipster Mindy."
I realize soon enough I can't get revenge on an empty stomach; and I know exactly what I need.
Luckily for me the old diner me and my dad used to eat at is still open. The waitress asks what I want and I don't even need to look at the menu.
"I'll have the Double-Bacon Cheeseburger with extra pickles and jalapenos, with a chocolate milkshake."
"Do you want fries...?"
"Yes, I want fries. Who wouldn't want fries?"
45 minutes exactly. I savored every bite of that burger; I haven't had sex yet, but I bet that's what it feels like.
This food and human interaction reminds that I must make one more stop before I get to D'Amico's hospital.
I pay my check and leave a nice tip for the waitress and hop the bus quickly before anyone can say anything; besides who would want to rat out the chick who left you a twenty dollar tip. I make down the familiar street and my heart already starts beating too fast for comfort.
Its 10'clock, so he shouldn't be in bed just yet. I hop on the trash can and peer through the window to find him wide awake. The TV is on but I can't make out the show he's watching; just as I see the mouth of the whiskey bottle hit his lips I realize he's watching home movies.
It's a video from last summer, when we had that barbeque and Dave and his Dad came over.
"Dave, Mindy, why don't you two stop screwing around and see if you can find us some matches in the house." Obviously it's Marcus behind the camera. And the one messing with the grill is Dave's Dad.
"Hey, Mindy, that's a nice dress you're wearing; was the jeans and hoodie ensemble too much for you in this weather?" Dave's Dad, Jim.
I remember that joke; I stayed behind the camera the whole time after that.
"Listen, Marcus; are you sure you know what you're doing?" He's was the life of the party.
"I'm one hundred percent sure; I may be the world's father, and I might not be the world's best cop, but I am one hell of a cook. I'm a master of my own grill."
"Are you sure? Maybe we should get you some cooking lessons and see how well you do before we call you master." The soft sobs coming from Marcus on the couch are only drowned out by his drinking. I didn't even know Jim and Marcus was that great of friends?
"Hey, kid, do you want to see some real fireworks?" it's me again, talking to some kid messing around with fire-crackers.
"Mindy." Marcus gave me the hardest look, which said "Don't give him any grenades, no C-4 and especially no rocket launchers."
He empties out his whisky bottle and puts his hands on his face and sobs some more. I want to call out to him and tell him I'm safe, and tell him I'm sorry I disappointed him.
He gets up and switches off the lights, then he walks over to the TV and before he turns it off he says. "I'm sorry Damon; I hope you're not pissed."
I hop off the trashcan and start my journey to the hospital so I can end this.
I reach the hospital I figure the best way to get in is the front door. I make it to the Intensive care unit, and after a few minutes of hacking a computer I figure out which room the cocksucker is in.
When I get to his door I see two cops guarding his room; I guess I can make a distraction by tossing a few chemicals together from the janitor's closet to make a small fire. After the closet explodes starts smoking and the nurses start freaking out, the cops come to the rescue and I sneak D'Amico's room.
For the sake of drama and scaring the shit out of him, I hop on his lap and pull out my knife waiting of the asshole to wake up.
Soon enough the commotion outside cause him to open his eyes; the first thing he sees is me with my wig off and ironically my glasses still on, with a knife pressed against his throat.
"Move one inch and I'll spill you on the fucking floor." He calms himself down; almost like he's prepared for death.
"You know, I get pre-morning wood; you know that, right?" His sarcasm only makes me want to slice him even more; but for safe measure I inch myself off his lap a little.
"I guess I should be glad it's you and not Dave; well mostly because Dave doesn't have the balls to do it. Or he would fuck it up somehow."
"Don't talk about him that way…"
"Or what? Did he tell you how he lost his shit and threw me off a fucking roof?" His tone surprises me but I still remain in the same position as before.
"You destroyed his life!"
"And he blew-up mine. You're no better than me; you just because you kill in the name of good don't mean you're still not a killer. It just means you're sitting on a really fucking tall pedestal."
I move off his lap and realize every word Dave said is true; this cocksucker is evil and he'll get his due. I cover my face from the darkness so that way he won't see the tears well up; I completely fucking failed my friend, dad, and step-dad.
"You know, he won't be your boyfriend, come on, you know that; you don't even have tits yet"
"Before Dave killed the fuck out of your dad; he told how much of a pussy he thought you were." I grab my wig and make my way to the window; I can use the tree to make it to the ground.
"Yeah, that sounds like my old man; well, see you later." D'Amico waves me off and I hop out of the window and on the tree; I monkey down the branches and plant my feet on the concrete. My feet speed me down the alley before the cops can get a good look at me.
It's almost sunrise, Dave will be home from his grandma's in an hour and I'm dead tired. I plant one rose on the grave of Melinda Macready, one bullet casing on the grave of Damon Macready, one rose on the grave of Alice Lizewski, and one more rose on the fresh grave of James Lizewski.
"Mr. L, you have no idea how missed you are."
I head for the exit of the cemetery and catch a bus home. I know Dave will be pissed at me for leaving the house; but hey, at least I didn't kill anyone.
jordanhow1-awesome: well whats in store for mindy now, guess we'll just have to see