Mako's Message: Blargh. Yes, I'm still alive. Yes I'm ashamed at how long it took me to get this up. No I don't plan on making a habit of this. Why did it take me so long to get this up? I don't know. Shit happens.
So anyway, new chapter. Edging a little more towards… well, heh. I don't know if there's anything in here you could really call a plot. It's more "slice of life" than anything else, but yeah, stuff will happen . Asses will be kicked, blood will be shed. Don't worry.
As always, let me know what you like, what you think worked, what you hated, what you think failed, and the ever important WHY.
Dave's first reaction after watching the video was, "Holy shit."
"I know."
We watched the video a few times, pausing at different places to try and get a better idea of what happened. I was right, by the way, two of those shots hit him in the head. Dave cringed on that freeze frame; his head violently jerked back. He asked what the helmet was made of, but I couldn't tell him for sure. There were a few possibilities of course, but who's to say which it was.
After that we watched some of the related videos, mostly all of them other heroes caught on tape. None as awesome as Biker Knight's(mostly community service stuff, helping the homeless, stuff like that, though there was one were a guy chased a drug dealer out of a park.), but we did see the video of Dave's fight in the parking lot. I immediately went to click on it, but Dave stopped me.
"I really don't feel like watching me get my ass kicked. It was bad enough being there the first time."
I shrugged it off and sat back, "So what do you want to do with the rest of our night out?"
He looked around and said, "I dunno. I guess we could clean the guns again."
"I guess, but we finished way early. It feels like a waste to just start in on them again."
"Well right now I need to take a piss. I'll see if I can think of something by the time I'm done."
"Take your time then."
"I will."
So, I like watching Dave fight. Big surprise. I don't know what it is, but he just has this…tenacity. This fire burning, no raging, inside of him. It's intense, and when I can see it, it gives me chills. I saw it when we assaulted D'Amicos place, and you can see it in the video of him in the parking lot. When he's standing over that guy, refusing to back off even though he's out numbered. I think that's what's really what made those guys back off, not the cameras. They saw that whatever they threatened, they were going to have to go through him, and he'd make them regret it if they tried.
That's why I couldn't resist watching the video while he was in the bathroom.
I even watched the security camera footage of it, it's grainy, black and white, and has no sound, but it does have a great angle on it.
I went back to the famous one, the one from the cell phone with the Dave telling the world, "I'm Kick-Ass."
That was the part I really wanted to see, so since I'd watched the fights twice already, I just skipped ahead.
I paused it just as he was looking into the camera, beaten but victorious, and then, "The bruises lasted for weeks."
I nearly jumped out of my skin, I mean, when the hell had Dave taken a level in Ninja? That's my shtick
I thought I covered pretty well, "Yeah. I know how that is. After I fell out that window my back was purple for the next month."
"I can only imagine. Speaking of going out windows, I was worried you'd go out one again when you jumped out of your chair just then."
I guess I hadn't.
I decided to change the subject, "So, did you decide what you want do?" For a minute there I thought he was going to say we should call it a night. He was just standing there, staring at the computer screen, and I was starting to worry that I'd actually upset him.
"Yeah. I know what I'd like to do. I don't think we can do it tonight though. We can do it on our next night out though."
I had no idea what he was talking about and said so.
"Well," he explained, "We don't really have much time to do anything before you need to be back home."
"Will you just fucking spit it out already? What the hell do you want to do?"
"I want you to train me."
I had no idea what to say to that. I was totally blindsided. The best I could was a flat what, "What."
"I want you to train me. To fight."
"What? Why?" My eye's lit up, "Do you want to get back into the costume?" Cause I would be all over that if he did.
"Oh no, no," he shook his head. Shame.
"Then why?"
Because watching the video made me realize I really was in better condition then than I am now. I don't like feeling like I lost everything I gained when I was training to be Kick-Ass."
"Dude, what the hell are you talking about? You kicked those guys asses on Halloween."
"Yeah, I won, but I don't feel like I fared any better against those two guys than I did against those four. I should have be better now."
"Hey, okay, so you lost a little of your edge. So have I. I mean, I've hardly been up to the same routine I used to be, and I'm sure as hell not eating the same."
Man I miss liver.
"So we'd both benefit then. I mean, you're skills are amazing. It'd be a waste to let them get rusty."
"You're serious."
"Yes, yes I am."
I really didn't know what to make of this. I mean, sure, the idea of getting to spar with someone was exciting, but Dave wasn't really going to be much of a challenge. I'd spend more time teaching him than working on my own skill. But still, it could be a lot of fun.
I asked him where he wanted to do this. He said why not there in the safe house.
I looked around and said, "Are you serious? There's not much room in here."
"It'll be fine. We'll push the table into the kitchenette and we should have plenty of room."
I still think the space is a little tight, it is a small one bedroom(Ha. Bedroom. More like a closet) apartment. But I really couldn't come up with a good reason to not start training with him. Needless to say, I'm really looking forward to our next night out.
