Mako's Message: A short angry chapter for a short angry girl. If you saw this coming, you get a cookie. You just have to come collect it. And we're getting closer to the end of Act1! No more than six chapters to go. And a Holiday bonus coming up as well. I'm so excited! So much to tell, but so much ground to cover... -sigh- Well. It'll be a fun next six months at least.
So Marty is doing the superhero thing. And I'm still grounded. Whoop-DE-fucking-do.
They've been walking around all buddy buddy ever since that meeting. Talking about costumes, secret meetings, code words, secret handshakes, swearing oaths by candlelight, and secret missions. Marty isn't even a real fucking hero! Dave went out and did it on his own. He did it because no one else was. And ya know what? He's actually good at it now.
He's not great, but he's good.
Me? I'm the real superhero. I have the moves. I have the skill. I did all those push-ups, sit-ups and pull ups. It should be me beside Dave, planning how to bust up that drug deal. Not Marty.
I wanna punch the smug little bastard in the face.
I should start hanging out with Todd. See how they like it. Oh right, I can't. I'm grounded.
Dave isn't making it any easier. He caught me glowering at them as they were leaving the cafeteria one day, and he just sort of spread his arms and shrugged his shoulder as if to say, "What am I supposed to do? I asked you to join."
Yeah. Way to rub my face in it.
And the worst part is, I can't change my mind on this. Now that Marty knows that Dave's Kick-Ass the second he saw me as Hit Girl the game would be over.
This is fucking bullshit.
Dave now has school, work, Kick-Ass, and training Marty. Yeah. Dave told me about how he went over to Marty's house the other day. They spent the afternoon beating the shit out of each other. He said he was actually kind of enjoying it, until he realized that the difference between him and Marty was the same, if not smaller, than the difference between me and him and he got all depressed.
Marty came to school the next day with a limp and a black eye.
Dave needs to learn to hold back I think. Or maybe he did it on purpose... he might have wanted him to have a better idea of what he was getting into. That's kind of what my Dad was doing when he shot me. Making sure I knew what I was in for so I'd be ready and wouldn't be scared.
This is still such fucking bullshit it blows my mind. It's supposed to be me and Dave. Kick-Ass and Hit Girl. Not Kick-Ass and "Battle Guy."
Oh. And I forgot to mention Katie. Work, patrol, school, training, and KATIE. Still makes time for Katie.
But me? No. I just get a couple texts between all of that.
This is just fucking wrong.
I need to go hit something.
