Mako's Message: This is not my best chapter. But I think I like it anyway.
Anyway, it's getting close to the next bonus chapter, which should be fun. So, be sure to let me know what you think, good and bad.
If I was a lesser girl, I might have been scared tonight. Not from any danger I was in, because of what Dave did. You know, the whole seeing another side of someone. But it was such a rush to see it.
So Dave was tense as fuck when we went out Friday night. Understandable. But he didn't talk about what was going on. I get that. I'm not a big talker myself. He canceled our morning work-out the next morning though, and that I didn't get. Whenever I'm upset about something the first thing I want to do is work out. It helps to be too tired to feel.
He was there for patrol though.
We went out as usual, but he still looked like someone was going to take a shot at him. I was worried about him, so I asked him if he wanted to talk about it. He said, "No." and jerked his head away from me.
It was an odd thing. For someone reason I just pictured him jamming a cigarette in his mouth and gnawing on it with a vengeance.
He didn't really talk at all that night either. But he was doing a better job than I was. I couldn't stop watching him. He watched everything but me. Which is why he saw the cars and I didn't. Three of them pulled into an alley and he said we should follow them. We heard the gunshots before we caught up to them, and by the time we did it was over. Well, over for whoever the cunts dropped in on.
When we caught up there were a couple of them standing outside smoking. They spotted us before we could take them out, so the rest of them came rushing out and we smacked them down as fast as they were coming out. But we weren't able to make sure they didn't get back up because there was always someone else coming at us. Then the big fucker came out.
Big guy. Must've been six-five at least. Short mohawk, gold chains, and a leather jacket with no sleeves. He looked like he was trying to be Mr. T except for the big H painted over his face. And I don't think Mr. T ever ever carried a big fucking hammer.
Dave was in the middle of putting a guy down when he looked up and saw him. He just dropped the guy he was holding, stood up, said, "This one is mine," and just marched towards the guy.
One guy came at him and he backhanded the fuck out of him. Took the guy right off his feet without even breaking his stride. He had to duck the next guys swing, but he hit the guy in the gut and then just threw him behind him.
So, Mr H took a swing at him and it came high and Dave ducked it easily, but the guy brought it right back around in an overhead swing. Dave didn't just dodge it, he danced around it. He turned his side-step into a spinning ax kick and caught the guy in the back of the head. He caught himself with his hammer so he didn't hit the ground, but it didn't matter. In the same motion Dave brought his fist around and smashed the guy in side of the head. He started to go down, but then Dave caught him by the jacket and pulled him into his knee. He bounced off and it almost put him on his feet but Dave kept the combo going and nailed him straight in the face, knocking him into the brick wall.
Dave didn't let up for a second. He hit him in the gut, then the face(which bounced his head off the bricks again), grabbed his jacket, pulled him down and drove his knee into his gut which finally made the guys legs give out, but Dave didn't let him fall. He held onto him by his jacket and just kept hammering the guy in the face.
I'm not gonna lie, I almost got sucker punched a couple times because I was watching this, but it was hard to tear myself away from it. It was brutal. Raw. Passionate. It could have been confused with cold detachment, the way he was so methodical about it. The way he just dismantled the guy, but it was Dave's not letting him hit the ground the showed the passion in it. He wanted to hurt this guy. He wanted to destroy him. Kill him probably. It was so fucking hot. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to come at me with that kind of passion. Wanted him to want to fuck me as badly as he wanted to hit this guy.
Hell, I think even a couple of the cunts forgot they were supposed to be fighting while this was going on. I know a handful took the chance to run for it. But even once the rest were either unconscious on the ground or putting as much distance between me and them as possible, he kept hitting him.
And I kept watching.
Finally he just stopped. He let the guy fall to the ground and he slumped against the wall. He didn't look at me, he just kinda stared at the ground at my feet. He was really pale, and I think he was shaking. I said, "Kick-Ass." but he didn't really respond. Just sort of twitched. I asked "Are you okay?" He didn't respond at all that time.
I walked up to him and started to reach out to him... but then, I don't know why, instead of touching him gently I grabbed his chin and made him look at me and I said, "Kick-Ass. Are you okay?"
Then he tells me, "I got him."
I laughed and said, "Yeah, you got him."
He started to smile, just a tiny one, and said, "He's the guy who hit him. Battle Guy."
And then it all made sense. I asked him "Why didn't you let me get a shot at him then?"
But he didn't answer. He just said, "I'm ready to go home," and started to walk away.
I took just enough time to grab the cash(I might have left it, if it wasn't already in a bag on the floor just inside the door. It was practically begging me to take it) before catching up to Dave.
I half hoped Dave would want to crash at the safe house so I could curl up with him in bed. But I'm kinda glad he didn't. It meant I wouldn't risk hearing him tell me to sleep somewhere else. I'm such a coward when it comes to Dave. It'd be funny if it wasn't so fucking pathetic. I mean, I'm Hit Girl for christ's sake. I'm the best crime fighter in New York. I know for a fact that there have to be dozens of guys who'd want to sleep with me. Hundreds even.
None of them the one I want.
But that doesn't matter. Not tonight. We got the guy who put Marty in the hospital. That's what matters.
But Dave still isn't talking to me.
