Mako's Message: Hmm...I'm not sure how well this one will go over, or even the next one, but Ch120 will be homecoming, and that one...that one I think you'll all like. Or hate. It could go either way, really, and whatever the outcome I'm unrepentant. Kinda like this whole story. But this story is an idea I've had in mind since I wrote Ch105 and it was just a matter of finding a place for it. If I knuckle down and get to work, I should have the next two chapters up within a week, but they are not a priority.

Enjoy.


For weeks now I've felt like I was being watched. Not like I was being followed, or trying to hurt me, just that people have been looking at me. That's not really knew though, I mean, I go out in costume and anybody and everybody we pass on the streets will watch us walk by. But this was different. It felt like…when you're sure someone is right behind you and then you look and no one is there. Like people were playing a joke on me.

And I was right.

Today Jessi sent me a link to a website called "Bombing Hit Girl"

It's nothing but pictures of people "with" me.

The site issued a challenge for people get as close to me as they can and have their photo taken without me noticing. Each week the site awards the person with the best photo fifty bucks.

And there are dozens of photos. One of them is of that guy who put his arm around my shoulders when we went into Times Square. It looks like it was the first one too.

Some of the people trying to win the prize really need to get themselves some balls though. A photo of you twelve feet away from me is not going to win the prize. Though, there was one really good one done from a distance. I don't know how they pulled it off. They must have been on the phone with each other, but it looks like the guy is leaning on me. You can tell he's a good ten feet behind me, but it's lined up perfectly. And whoever took the photo had to have been using a serious zoom lens because I'm practically looking into the camera.

My personal favorite is one of me leaning up against a street light while Dave was talking to someone(I forget about what so it was probably stupid), and there's a girl just about my size leaning against the other side of the pole in the exact same pose. It's kinda cool because it looks like it could be one of those "Super hero and her secret identity" shots.

The last week's winner I actually remember. I was waiting outside a convenience store and this guy bent down to tie his shoe, or so I thought. While he was kneeling he took a photo of himself with his camera phone. It was a really low angle( Any lower of an angle and it would have been up my skirt.) but it made me look all heroic and shit. It'd be a nice shot if the background wasn't a bunch of ads and magazines. And if there wasn't a douche grinning like an idiot into the camera.

And to think I stopped myself from kicking him because he was just some guy stopping to tie his shoe and there was no harm in him.

But as cool as some of the pictures were, this was obviously something I had to discourage. Forget the pictures themselves, if people keep trying to creep on me my nerves are going fry or I'm going to start ignoring the feeling of someone sneaking up on me. Or I might snap and stab someone in the face. None of these are acceptable options.

So I spent my evening tracking down the guy who ran the website and that night we paid him a visit.

But we didn't drag him out of bed and tie him up and threaten him and beat him and break his shit or anything like that.

We took pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.

Pictures of me holding his cat, using his computer, sitting in bed next to him reading a magazine, putting a gun to his head. Whatever we could think of. One of my favorites was of Dave standing in the kitchen eating a sandwich. It doesn't sound that funny, but all I could think was, "We in your kitchen, makin' a sandwich" and it just…ya know what? I don't have to explain myself so fuck you if you think I need to.

So then we took all the pictures and pinned them up to write "STOP" on the wall.

If he doesn't get the message, then maybe we'll drag him out of bed, tie him up, threaten him, beat him, and break his shit. Ya know, play it by ear.