Mako's Message: So, uh, funny story. This is where I'd normally announce who qualifies for the bonus chapter, but I...uh...forgot my notebook. :$ If I went back to get it, I wouldn't get back in time to post this chapter and I figured you guys waited for this long enough... So the bonus qualifiers will have to wait for the next chapter.

Anyway, here we are! ActII! Where the fun and adventure really starts happening. Hopefully. No, really, I have a lot of stuff planned, it's just up to you to decide if it's fun and adventurous. lol. We're also going to be covering three years in this one act. So it's either going to be a really long act, or I'll be skipping over fairly big blocks of time. Hopefully it'll be closer to the second one. But there's lot's to do so it wont be short. Vampires, serial killers, and blood knights, oh my! (Just trust me on that first one, k?)

Enough of my ramblings, on with the story!


Being a super hero ssu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~cckks~~~!

Seriously. I have never been so tired in my life. I have no idea how Dave was pulling this off. And he has a JOB! I just go to school!

When it was just me and Daddy, we'd train hard, and we'd have late nights, but then I could sleep till noon. I go out with Dave until two or three in the morning and I still have to get up at six thirty to go to school. I think this was the first time in the last week I got more than five hours of sleep. It sure brings new meaning to TGIF, that's for fucking sure.

School has just been a fucking nightmare. I'm falling asleep through half of it, and I can barely remember the other half. Angela and Jessi thought it was funny as hell the first couple of days, but by the end of the week it got so bad that I didn't even notice when Jessi took my sandwich out of my hands and even she couldn't laugh after I'd taken two bites of a sandwich that wasn't there.

If Marcus is concerned he's not showing it. If anything he's trying to make it worse, suggesting I take a summer job. No idea what he thinks I'd get hired for. I mean, isn't it illegal to hire anyone under sixteen or something? Might have to look that up.

Dave just shook his head and gave me a "I feel your pain." grin before offering me a five hour energy bottle. Said he's bought enough of them that Kick-Ass should be their spokesperson. Heh. I can see the adds now, "I'm kick-ass, and what keeps me kicking ass all night is five hour energy!"

He also said that when he get's home from school on days he doesn't work, he sleeps until dinner. It's caused his dad some concern, but he's gotten by pretty well with it. I should probably do that. Get back from school and crash until dinner, or patrol. Whichever comes first.

And that's something else entirely. After seeing him as this phantom crimefighter The Samaritan, I couldn't believe how open he is as Kick-Ass. The other night we were on a roof watching this little park that was supposed to be a pretty popular spot for drug deals, and I mentioned that I'd missed dinner, he just said, "Be right back." and headed down to street level. He came back about five minute later with two hot dogs and a couple of cokes.

I really wanted to yell at him for doing something so... pedestrian as going to a hotdog stand while suited up, but the hot dog looked too damn good and I was fucking starving so I just scarfed it down and chugged the soda without comment.

Then again, Daddy and I were very precise. We knew where, when, and who were going to strike. So we'd only be out for an hour or two. Longer if we were staking a place out, but then we'd be waiting in a car usually, and if we were in costume Daddy would bring food with us.

Dave and I are going out there not knowing where, when, or who is going to commit some crime for us to jump on. And we're on the move a lot, usually on foot, and the rooftops and alleys can only get you so far. I really hated the first time I had to walk out on a well lit street. I felt so exposed. Dave wasn't phased at all, he just walked down the street and even had a fucking conversation with some guy.

It did get us some good info though. The guy told us about these gang bangers that were always hanging out in the alley behind his house, so the next night we swung buy and kicked the shit out of them. Dave did insist on telling them to leave before we "resorted" to violence. He wouldn't even let me kill them, said we should leave them for the cops. I mean, really! What the fuck did he think I brought my butterfly sword for? And are we trying to clean up the streets or pack criminals into the prisons like sardines? Scum just festers in prison. It's totally pointless. It's best to just end them right then and there, but Dave insisted we at least try to keep our fights bloodless. He said something like, "We don't want the cops after us, do we?" He stressed "cops" not "us" though, which made me think of Marcus and I didn't want to cause him more problems than I already had so I stuck to my knucks.

It was kind of cool when Dave just walked up to them and told them they needed to clear out. If I hadn't heard him try it with Rasul I'd think it was just a case of second hand balls. Though, there were only four of them, so Dave probably could have handled them on his own anyway.

They must not watch the news though, or they live under or a rock or something, since they obviously seemed to think they could take us. Maybe if I'd held onto my weapon they might have taken his threat a little more seriously, but they didn't, and I got to break some faces, so it all worked out in the end.

Another night we met a brighter couple of crooks. We spotted them running for it after robbing a convenience store and chased after them. They turned into an alley, and Dave said I should keep after them and he was going to try and cut them off on the other side. So, he took off and I chased the robbers. He did actually beat them to the other end of the alley, so I guess he was really keeping up with that jogging course while I was grounded. He yelled, "Hold it assholes!" and the two guys stopped , but only because I think they weren't going to be able to keep running much longer anyway.

They didn't look like they were going to go quietly though, since they both pulled knives, "We're not afraid of you, motherfucker, we saw you get your ass kicked online. You're nothin'!" I don't know which video they were talking about, but it obviously wasn't the "He's back" one, or they would have turned and ran the other way.

Dave laughed when they said that. He said, "Okay, so you're not afraid of me. What about her?" and pointed past them at me.

They looked, I spun my butterfly sword onto my shoulder, said, "Sup, cunt's?" and the two ran like bat's out of hell. Right into Dave's batons. It was awesome. No idea what hit them. They turned and ran and Dave clubbed them both right between the eyes as they tried to get by him.

Okay, so, being a superhero is actually awesome. It's having to get up at dawn the next morning and go to school that sucks.