Mako's Message: Aww...only 1,936 words? I thought for sure I'd broken 2k. -sigh- So close and yet so far.

Anyway, let's get this out of the way so I don't have to answer it in reviews. Yes, I'm a Brony. No, I'm not putting MLP:FiM into this story because I like it. I used it because in the comics Mindy likes Hello Kitty and I figured that if she saw this show she'd like it too. No, this wont be the last you see of it in this story. Yes, it has a point, it's kind of subtle but if you watch the show you might see it... I also have a really bad joke planned for later that depends on her being a fan of the show.

That should just about cover everything...

I also want to thank everyone who has reviewed, followed, or favorited this story in the past year. It's been a very rough year for me and even simple things like getting a notification that someone favorited my story have been a big help to my morale.

And enough of my blathering on. Here's the story.


I forgot how much I hate long car trips. Trying to do anything but stare out the windows made me nauseous after a few minutes. I couldn't even text for long, so reading a book was out of the question, and writing was just fucking impossible. I ended up sleeping for most of the trip.

Delton was excited to see me. He'd been looking forward to playing with me again, but he got big too. I don't think I'll be able to toss him around anymore. I mean sure, I can lift him, but dangling him by his ankles is out of the question. Still fun though.

Carl and Jasmine were happy to see me. Though for completely different reasons. Carl was looking forward to spending some time with his "favorite work-out buddy" and hearing what I thought about everything going on in New York. Jasmine was just happy to see me out of the city. Apparently she'd been trying to get Marcus to send me down to stay with them until things cooled off.

I doubt Marcus ever considered it an option. Even if he could pretend he didn't know what I get up to, he'd never saddle someone else with me.

Now Kiara... I don't know about Kiara. She's been acting like I'm a dog that might bite her or something. Not that I blame her or anything. You'd just think that after a year she might be a little less paranoid about me snapping and stabbing her in the face.

Of course, I've also had time to realize she was right about me. Sorta. I mean, Dillon had a crush on me, but he's gotten over it. I think. He hasn't really done anything to make me think he's still trying to date me.

But me and Dave? That's something special. We're like... is there any way to say "soul mates" without sounding like a sappy little bitch? I just know that there's no way anyone could get me the way Dave does. We're a team. Kick-Ass and Hit Girl. Dave and Mindy. Together now and forever.

Just hoping I can make him see me as sex partner and not just a crime fighting partner soon. If he takes four or six years to open his eyes and realize he's got a girl who'll fuck him any time of day, any day of the week, right in front of him I think I'll just die.

Damn Riley and her stupid sexy body.

Anyway, I was fully planning to spend the entire trip being pissed, but it's really hard when I'm surrounded by Christmas decorations and people who are just happy to see me. I even got dragged out for some last minute shopping.

Okay, that didn't really help my mood. Hordes of crazed shoppers aren't good for ANYONE'S mood. But it did remind me that in all the crazy going on I hadn't gotten anything for Dave, Angela, Jessi, Dillon, Marcus, Marty, or Todd. Or Riley. I got fucking Katie a card last year and if I can do that I can get Riley something. And I felt like I needed to get Riley something. Just to show, even just to myself, that Riley is better than Katie. She deserves better than what Katie got even if she is my rival.

My options were pretty limited though. I didn't bring much money with me since we were only going to be gone three days and I didn't expect to be doing much of anything so I was using Marcus' card and couldn't spend much. And of course pickings are slim on Christmas Eve.

I ended up not getting Dave anything because I just couldn't find anything I thought he'd like. But that's okay. He deserves more than I could have spent on him anyway.

I got Angela a CD from this band she'd been raving about. A freaking boy band if you can believe it. I thought those were a 90's thing?

Jessi's getting a book on real life superheroes. It's not much of a book though. It's mostly pictures and whatever facts they were able to piece together. The only thing they got right about me is that I'm the youngest one out there. There were some interviews with superheroes who'd quit, and one from The Guardian, and a few with some police officers, so it should be interesting for her. The main reason I got it for her though was because I was on the cover and I know she's a big fan of Hit Girl. I look kinda psycho though, like I'm gonna lick the blood off the knife I'm holding, but at least it's really well drawn. Dave is on the cover too, but he didn't get treated much better. He was drawn with his costume torn up, covered in cut and bruises, and looked like he could barely stand. But he was standing over a bunch bodies so there's that. The Guardian is on the cover too and he's the only one that actually looks heroic.

Dillon was hard. I ended up gambling on a book on photography. We'll just have to see how that turns out.

Riley's gift was pure luck. We were in a store and I was looking at the novelty shirts and found one that said, "The Power of Boobs Compels You". She should like that. I just hope she doesn't wear it while seducing Dave. Not that that would be hard...or even count as seduction at this point. … ya know, it's not too late to burn the fucking thing.

I don't really know anything about video games, but I know Todd has a pretty big collection of game systems, so I went into a used game store and bought him one of the most expensive one I could find, figuring that'd make it either really good or rare. Hopefully both.

I considered buying Marty a helmet, but that'd just be mean. Instead I got him a book of super heroin pinups. They're mostly from comics but there is a section at the back of real ones. I haven't checked to see if I'm in that one. Kinda afraid of seeing myself looking slutty.

Actually, if I am, that might help me with Dave.

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Yeah I'm in there. They didn't sex me up though, it's just a straight portrait. Kinda disappointed now actually. I was hoping I could show Dave the picture and go, "Hey, check out what a sexy bitch I am."

It's not like any of the picture's actually look like me anyway. It's like looking at someone else dressed up as Hit Girl.

Anyway, Shopping and playing with Delton aside, this has me jumpy as hell. I feel lazy being here, because I can't do anything I do at home. At least tomorrow morning I'll be able to go for a jog with Carl. Of course, I'm going to have to fall asleep for that. I mean, I usually stay up pretty late, but I also usually burn up a lot energy during the day, and I haven't done shit today besides shop. I'm going out of my mind with nervous energy.

At least it's given me an excuse to catch up with My Little Pony. I gotta say, Pinkie is fucking nuts. Not that this is news, but that was a legitimately creepy episode. And I never thought Fluttershy could actually be scary. Rainbow Dash is even more awesome than I thought, but she just keeps getting better. And Twilight... shit, if this wasn't a show for little kids I'd say that at some point in the future she's going to have a psychotic break and kill everypony("I can't be tardy if they're all dead!"). I'm sure there's a fanfic of that already though. There is for everything else.

Which brings me back to Kiara. She came down after everyone else was asleep and I was sitting on the couch watching he show on my laptop, since I was too wired to even try to go to sleep. And she was keeping her distance and was only half in the room, hiding behind the door frame. She says, "Hey."

I looked up at her and said, "Hey," then turned back to the computer.

She didn't say anything, but she didn't move either, and then eventually she said, "You're Hit Girl aren't you?"

And I just stopped and looked at her, and said, "What?" Not a flat, "What." A genuinely confused "What?" I was proud of that. I'm getting better at this.

"You're about her age, and you're all athletic and everything. Dad said he'd never seen someone your age in such great shape. You don't talk like normal girls your age, and last year you tossed me around like it was noting and threatened to kill me."

Her reasoning was not foolproof, but it was pretty good. I'll give her that. So I said, "Yeah, about that... Sorry. I was out of line. Way out of line. But no, I'm not Hit Girl, or any other super hero. I'm just a little tomboy who's angry about losing her father, who let her watch way too many R-rated action movies, and just happened to be on the rag. But I'm getting better at dealing with things. So, again, sorry."

And the award for best performance by a superhero trying to hold onto their secret identity goes to Mindy Macready.

Then she smirked and said, "An angry little tomboy who watched too many R-rated movies and likes My Little Pony."

So I smiled and said, "I'm also a cheerleader."

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

Then she said, "Rarity is best pony."

And I was like, "Bitch please, Rainbow Dash is best pony."

Then she said, "Twilight Sparkle."

And I looked at her and said, "Fluttershy."

Then we spoke at the same time; I said "Pinkie" she said, "Applejack"

And I said "Pfft whatever."

After a moment she said, "What episode are you watching."

"Luna Eclipsed."

"I like that episode."

So I moved my laptop to the coffee table and pulled out my headphones. She sat down and said, "My favorite part is-"

I covered her mouth and said, "I haven't seen it yet."

Then she smiled and said, "I think you'll like this one."

And ya know what? Bitch was right. I think Luna might be my favorite pony now.

So, I made peace with Kiara and convinced her I'm not Hit Girl.

Okay, what the fuck is this bullshit. I just got an IM from Dave that said, "It's a trap?" and had a link to one of Chris' videos. He said that in the spirit of Christmas he's going to make sure that New York was crime free from midnight to midnight on Christmas Day. He expects us to believe this shit? He bombed the city on the Fourth of July, set a few hundred psychos loose on the city for Halloween, and has been murdering at least one person a day for the last month, and now he expects us to believe he's calling a cease fire? And he thinks EVERY CRIMINAL IN THE CITY is going to listen to him? Fuck. Bastard's probably gonna have people dressed in Santa costumes burning down department stores and churches.

Godamnit. And just when I thought I was finally going to be able to fall asleep.

God I hate him. I just hate him so, so much.

When I finally get my hands on him I'm going to hang, draw, and quarter that fucking tunk gunk.

His mother should have swallowed.