Mako's Message: Well, I think you guy's have been wanting this for a long, long time. Or maybe it's not quite what you wanted. It should be close thought. This is also where I was originally planning to end Act 1(you'll see why), but ending it back at Ch60 seemed like such a better breaking point.

Anyway, read, enjoy, and then read it again because I know you're going to want to. ^_^


I'm going to fucking kill that bitch!

I wanna rip her fucking bitch face off and stick her head on a pike!

Bad enough that every day, every day, she steals Dave off somewhere. Beginning of school, after school, his free periods, lunch. She finds him and drags him off somewhere. I go to his job, she's there, talking to him, always.

I think she deletes my texts. I text him at least once a day, but then he asks how come he hasn't heard from me. I say I have been texting him. He wonders why he hasn't been getting texts. He thinks it's a problem with his phone.

We go out at night, it's great. I've actually started hoping we DON'T run into anyone who needs a beating just so I can talk to him more. I've stopped caring about whether or not he goes and buys food or whatever. I like it when he does. We'll climb a fire escape and sit on the edge of the roof eating gyros, or burgers, or hotdogs, powerbars, fried chicken, soda, gatorade, whatever we feel like, it doesn't matter. We sit and we talk. It's great. My favorite part of the day. It's what I live for.

I think Dave loves it too. I can see it when he picks me up and he's still on the phone with Katie. He'll say, "Okay, sweetie, I'm about to go out on patrol now, okay, yeah, I love you. Bye." And he'll close his phone and sigh like he just took of a pair of boots that are two sizes too small, then he'll look at me and grin and ask "Ready to go to kick some ass?" and it just makes my fucking day and suddenly whatever I was feeling, anger, annoyance, boredom, it's gone. Just like that.

And out on the street, he's different from before. He's... cocky almost. It's like he'd fight a guy with one arm tied behind his back just to make it fair for the guy. He's just... he's loving it. We go out, and he's happier than I've ever seen him. And, I think that's what it is. He's in a great mood, and he's doing it cause this is what he does, but there's no anger in it. He's having fun.

He leapt off a roof the other night. It was a two story building with a big sign on the front, a purse snatcher came running down the sidewalk in front of us, so he hopped off the edge down to the sign, and then to the ground. Stopped the guy in his tracks. He tried to turn and run away but I'd followed him down and had landed behind the guy, so he turned and saw me with my swords out and I said, "Today just isn't your day." And he turned to run and Dave clotheslined him, then looked at me with a smirk and I knew exactly what it meant: "You set em up, I knock em down."

We tied the guy to a poll, checked the ID in the purse, then headed towards where the guy was running from to try and find the owner. While we walked he laughed and said, "Oh man, that was such a rush, I was totally freaking out."

I was like, "Over a purse snatcher, are you fucking kidding me?"

He said, "Of course not, jumping off the roof. I was only half sure that sign would support me. As soon as I was falling all I could do was think, 'I'm going to break right through this and be in so much trouble.'"

But that's Dave. He's such a goofball, dorkbag, idiot and it just makes me like him even more.

So, the nights are great. Couldn't be better.

Then.

Then that fuck, fucking bitchwore fuking cunt fuck had to show up and ruin it.

There we are, walking down the street, Dave's doing his Friendly-Neighbohood-Superhero thing and I'm walking along beside him doing my, Silent-and-Mysterious-Bad-Ass thing and then she comes running up, all "Oh, Kick-Ass, Kick-Ass, I'm so glad I found you!"

She stops when she sees me, and gives me this quick little, uneasy, almost scared, smile and says, "Uh, hello... Hit Girl" And then goes on spilling this totally fake story about how she needs help because people have been harassing her mom and people are always vandalizing the house and they're scared to sleep there and would you please come look and help and blah blah fucking blah.

I keep my mouth shut through the whole thing and step back into Dave's shadow so she can't get a good look at me and stand there glaring at her and we go off in the direction of her house, which was actually nowhere near her house and she's just talking and flirting with him because it was just a bullshit story and she needed a reason to go and talk to kick-ass without raising suspicion, but she keeps it up because she doesn't want me to know that she's wasting our time and pretending she doesn't know who's under his mask, and I keep silent and clench my fists so tight I leave little marks in my palms through my godammed gloves because I can't say or do anything that would let her know who's under my mask, and we finally end up at this house and she says it's hers and it's not so we check around it quickly because we know it's not her house and we have no reason to be there and then we leave Katie there saying no one is around the house, and she waves, and thanks us both and watches us walk away from the porch until she thinks we're far enough away not to notice that she doesn't go into the house and walks off in the other direction, and I'm so fucking pissed that I'm shaking.

Dave says, "I am so sorry. I don't know why she did that. I'll tell her not to pull something like that again."

I barely manage to grate out a "Do that." before we go back to patrolling. But it's late, and I'm pissed, and Dave is annoyed, and I'm not hungry so we just sit in an alley across from a bar waiting for it to close in case someone get's rowdy, and we don't say anything and Dave is just staring through the bar instead of watching it and I'm wishing I could choke the life out of that whore and trying to figure out why the bitch keeps trying to take my Dave away from me-

Time with.

My time with Dave.

The fuck...