Mako's Message: It's amazing what anger can accomplish, when properly harnessed and directed.
You know that feeling where you feel like someone has jammed their fist into gut, grabbed all your innards and just started twisting until it feels like you're entire body is being pulled to its center and so full of tension that you could just explode and you're so mad that all you can do is scream but even that doesn't help?
That's how I feel right now.
Because while chris' attacks have slowed down, they haven't stopped. Probably because the heroes he hasn't gotten to yet have gotten the hell out of town, or just got real good at hiding. Course, now they're back to amusing themselves with the general public. And there are fewer of them now, so there's that at least.
Unfortunately the only heroes still going out are members of Justice Forever +2.
Yeah, we're doing three teams of three now. Me, Stars, and The Guardian each head a team, and before we go out we each draw names to see who we're working with that night. At least now I'll be twice as likely to have Dave on my team. I keep crossing my fingers to get Dave AND Biker Knight.
So yeah, we've actually been doing this every night.
We're actually hoping the cunts come after us so we don't have to go find them. Yes, that means we're putting ourselves out there as bait, but that's what heroes do.
So we've been going out five or six nights a week to do whatever we can to find these motheruckers and stop them from doing whatever it is their doing. Which is pretty much back to taking whatever they want, whether it's a electronics, food, or some pretty young girls pussy.
God these bastards make me sick.
And on top of this, I have to keep up the act at school and with my friends, which means getting homework done and studying for fucking midterms, and cheerleading, which has double practices because there's a competition coming up. I swear to god I'm just gonna fake the flu or something because I just do not have the time for this shit.
I feel sorry for Dave. Sure, I have cheerleading practices, but Dave has an actual JOB and it's in the middle of the holiday season. I'm actually worried he's going have a breakdown or a heart attack from all the caffeine he's been drinking. I honestly think he's one red bull away from hallucinating that he's a humming bird.
So on top of all of this, what does Marcus drop on me?
"We're going to visit my brother for the holiday."
All I could manage to say to that was, "We're going where?"
And he just continues on like nothings the matter and says, "To visit my brother in North Carolina. We alternate each year, didn't I mention this last year?"
And that's when I collapsed into hysterical laughter. Because, really, what other reaction is there to the idea of taking Hit Girl out of New York while The Motherfucker is waging war on the city and it's heroes?
But Marcus wasn't joking. No matter how much I insisted he had to be.
I refused to go of course. I have more important things to do than go celebrate a Christmas with people I barely know. If I should be celebrating Christmas with anyone it should be Justice Forever. Shit, I only know two their real names and I still know them better than Marcus' family.
Marcus wasn't having it though. He said that he'd requested Christmas week off last year, like always, and like it always had, he'd been granted it, but with everything going to hell here his time was cut back to only three days. and he said, "And we're going. We're getting the hell out of this city for three measly days and we're going have a normal Christmas whether you like it or not!"
I told him there was no way in hell I was leaving the city when it needed me so badly.
His response was to simply say that if I didn't go with him to his brothers without any fuss, then he was going to make sure that Hit Girl became the NYPD's second highest priority target.
Because apparently they DO want to arrest me as I have killed a lot of mother fuckers and they tend to frown on that sort of thing on principle. I'm just pretty close to the bottom of their priority list. Somewhere among the jaywalkers.
Anyway, I couldn't believe Marcus went straight for the biggest gun he has, and pretty much the only one I can't argue with, but he must be really serious about this since he did.
So we're leaving after his shift tomorrow and he wants me to get my bag packed now so he can see that it's ready before he has to go to work, but I'm so pissed off I all I want to do is scream but that didn't help so I thought writing about might work, but all it's doing is reminding me why I'm so pissed off and frankly I'm just amazed I haven't torn straight through this thing with my pen.
So merry fucking christmas.
