Makos Message: Oh, so what to say about this chapter? I like this one better than the others, I feel like I said enough this time without forcing anything, but I was able to write it in one sitting so I'm happy. Other than that, this is on my mind: Why put a disclaimer in your fanfic? It's Fan Fiction . net. Why would anybody think you owned the characters or setting you were writing about? That said, the new hero is all my creation.


Holy shit.

He really did have it under control.

Apparently all Dave was waiting for was for his dad to have some free time to take him to get his learners permit. After I told him I was ready to take Marcus' car he took his bike down to the DMV himself and got his permit. I can't tell you how surprised I was when he showed up in his dads car.

Marcus followed me when I ran out to see if I was really seeing what I was seeing.

Marcus, by the way, is the only person who knows that I'm Hit Girl AND that Dave is Kick Ass, so he gets why we hang out, and he doesn't like it. He wants me to keep the cape hung up for good. I don't blame him, he did take care of me until my dad got out of prison after all.

Dave did some impressively fast talking, convincing him that after the warehouse he was done with costumes and that he just wanted to take me out for a drive. Ya know, celebrate and shit. After all, I was his best friend.

I was kind of surprised by that, we haven't known each other all that long, but I guess it makes sense. Depending on each other for your life does bring people together.

He ruffled my hair when he said that. He's one of two people who can do that without me breaking their wrist, the other being Marcus and that's just because it'd be disrespectful.

Dave though…I kinda liked it.

Marcus insisted Dave have me back by ten, but I just stared at him like I was waiting for the punchline until he threw up his hands and said, "Fine, midnight then!" and walked away, adding that if I wasn't in the house at 12:01 he wasn't going to let me leave again until I was eighteen.

I was going to tell him to let me drive, but I decided not to, he had just gotten his permit after all.

We hit my old house first and loaded the car up with the weapons stashed under the living room floor and in the bed room walls. Then we hit a McDonalds and took the food to Safe House C. When we got there I showed him how to strip down and clean a pistol. He cleaned one in about the time it took me to clean five, but it was his first time so it can be forgiven.

We talked, and we joked, and we ate. It was… nice. It was almost like being with my dad. Okay, no, it wasn't. It did feel kind of the same though. I can't really say why it was nice, it just…was.

We only got about half of them cleaned before we realized we needed to get back. I wanted to pack them up, but Dave suggested we just come back next week and that it'd be hard enough to hide the weapons we had already. I had to admit he had a point, and it wasn't like we were selling the safe house. Not to mention making a regular thing of this would be fun.

Outside, while I was waiting for Dave to unlock the car, I noticed a guy trying to jimmy a car door open. I also noticed something else.

I nudged Dave and nodded my head in the direction of the car thief. He looked at him for a minute, and I mean really looked. After a moment he said, "Do you think we should do something?"

I had a couple ski masks in the car, and I wanted to, I really did, but I said, "I don't think we need to. Look in the alley."

Maybe twenty feet from the guy was an alley, and just at the edge of it, was a guy in costume, just leaning up against the wall, staring at the douchebag. This guy looked like a medieval knight crossed with a biker. His head was hidden in a helmet that looked like a motorcycle helmet, but metal and with some sort of blade like crest, and was wearing a chain mail shirt with a leather jacket/vest/tunic/thing. His arms were crossed over his chest and he seemed to be waiting for the thief to notice him.

The car door popped open and the guy looked up, spotted us, smirked, and as he opened the door he looked behind him and spotted Biker Knight. He froze, and Biker Knight slowly moved two fingers up to the where his eyes would be, then turned them around, and with a quick stabbing motion pointed them at him.

"I'm watching you."

The thief stood there for almost a full minute before closing the door and running off.

Dave laughed and opened the door for me as I shook my head and said, "What a pussy."