Mako's Message: So, a lot of you have been wanting to see Mindy really cut loose. A lot of you have really wanted to see Mindy nail someone to the wall. A lot of you are some seriously twisted fucks.

I kid.

Seriously though? This is the chapter where Hit Girl get's to be Hit Girl more than she's ever gotten to be. And, believe it or not, this chapter has been planned since almost the start of the story, so no, a certain Swedish trilogy did not have anything to do with this.

Enjoy.


So, that was actually pretty fun.

It was a little harder to find the place than I thought, but I still got there with plenty of time to do what I wanted to do and get home before Jessi showed up.

Unfortunately the guy wasn't home when I got there, but I knew he'd be back soon since that was where he was meeting her, so I decided to poke around his apartment.

Guy is a freak. He had all sorts of leather restraints and chains and rope and tape, and...well yeah. Pretty much everything a guy would want or need if he wanted to kidnap an imprison someone. Not like he had it sitting out though, I had to work to find it. But I wasn't worried about him knowing I went through his shit so if I had to break a lock or rip out a section of wall I did so. Besides, it'd make good evidence.

And I went through his computer and...didn't find much actually. Guess he learned from his mistakes. There were a few pictures of Jessi though. Not nude or anything, thank god, but just...well, Jessi trying to look hot and sexy while still fully clothed. Not that she dresses like a nun or anything. Still, I deleted them. I doubt I was able to eliminate every trace of his connection to Jessi, but I could try.

So, he finally showed up, looking pleased as punch. Bastard even had flowers and a box of chocolates.

When I heard him come in, I just sat in his room and waited for him.

When he finally did come in, his fat ass practically shit himself. Oh yeah. Guy's fat too. Not "DAMN" fat, but he was pretty big.

I just said, "What? I thought you liked having little girls in your bedroom."

And then he tried to run.

I body checked him to the floor from behind and then bolted the door shut. He was still trying to get up by the time I turned around. He looked absolutely terrified so I said, "What? You didn't want to leave did you?"

And then I let that sit for a minute before I said, "C'mere you fat bastard!" and went to grab him. He scrambled up and I chased him around the living room for a few minutes until he collapsed from exhaustion. That was more fun than it should have been. I didn't even have to try to keep up with him. I just kept following while he tried to climb over furniture, open windows(to try and escape or yell for help I don't know. He never had enough time. Especially since I'd locked them ahead of time), and throw shit between us.

So, when he finally couldn't run anymore and fell down gasping for air, I kicked him and said, "That all you got in you you fucking cuntwad?"

He just wheezed in response.

So then I took his handcuffs and cuffed his hands behind his back, grabbed this ball gag thing of his to...gag him, cuffed his feet together, and then started cutting his clothes off.

A quick flick of my balisong later and I was carving, "Pedophile", "Rapist", and just for good measure, "Murderer" into his chest and stomach.

So, then I went through all his creepy perv shit and found some harnesses and pullys and started setting this all up in the living room while he lay there on the floor crying and bleeding. Once that was done I cuffed the cuffs on his feet to the ones on his hands, and then fastened all three to the rope I had strung up and hauled his fat ass up like a big, fat, molesting pinata.

And with him hanging there, I couldn't help notice his dick dangling there. It was one of the most unpleasant things I've ever seen.

So I decided to do something about it.*

I found a skewer in the kitchen, then some paper, wrote, "From your Not-So-Friendly Neighborhood Hit-Girl" on it, and then pinned it through his dick with the skewer.

It looked much better after that.

So, then I left, leaving the front door wide open.

I'm actually looking forward to watching the news for once.


Jessi Fact: Jessi was never supposed to be particularly pretty. Judging Mindy, Angela, and Jessi solely from the neck up, she'd be the least attractive of the three of them. But considering it's Mindy and Angela she's up against, that doesn't say much. Where she stands out is her figure. She's very thin and leggy, with large breasts. Exactly the sort of figure that people would be prone to perv over or be intimidated by. Which, of course, is one the sources of her problems.