Mako's Message: Four chapters in a week? If it's hot in here it's cause I'm on fire.

No, seriously though, what is this? I haven't been able to write this easily since Jessi's Goodbye. I even updated The Right One over the weekend(for a total of FIVE chapters this week). Hopefully I can carry this momentum into other stories, like Replay and Broken Bird(No I haven't forgotten about you, poor babies. -pets stories-).

I may have also gone a bit crazy. (No you haven't) But if it makes me write like this I don't wanna be sane.

Oh, and I forgot something with the last update as I had to rush and upload it on a display computer at Office Depot(#Dedication!). The soundtrack for last chapter is Omen(Reprise) - The Prodigy. For those of you not paying attention, Omen - The Prodigy, was the song playing during the first big fight scene in Kick-Ass. The one that made Dave famous. (A weak, sickly, sounding version of it also played in the fight where he got stabbed. I love shit like that.)

Anyway, enjoy the latest chapter from Makokam, the author whose brain wont stop.


I needed tonight. I really did. I've been in such a shitty mood since the other night. I still can't believe that happened. I mean, that had to be at least a fifteen foot drop onto a moving truck and he acted like it was nothing! And he bowed at us! Yeah, AT us, not TOO us. That bastard was mocking me, I just know it.

And now I'm ruining my own good mood.

This morning Todd texted me to see if I was going to see if I was going to go with him to see Dark Shadows, and I just wanted to distract myself so badly that I said yes without even checking to see if anyone else was going. Training sure as fuck wasn't doing the job. All it did was make me think of how much harder I had to push myself.

I'll have to ask Uncle John if we can use his van to practice jumping onto moving vehicles.

Anyway, Cheerleading and school work wasn't distracting me and training was only making my mood worse, so I hoped that seeing a movie would help. And it did. I enjoyed it. It wasn't great, but it was good, and I kinda wanna recreate that scene between Barnabas and Angelique with Dave. That looked like fun.

Dave and Marty did end up coming too. Angela passed.

On the way out though, Marty started fucking with Todd, "So, you gonna save yourself for Chloe Moretz now too?"

And Todd was like, "Dude, what are you talking about?"

And Marty said, "Don't play innocent, I saw your jaw hanging off your face when she started dancing."

And Todd started turning red and said,"It was not!"

And Marty was like, "Dude, you are such a terrible liar. You only wanted to see this for her."

And Todd said, "I'm a fan of the show! My Dad has the entire original series on tape. Come to my house, we'll spend the whole night watching the show and I will quote lines to you before they're spoken."

"Whatever"

Then I turned and said, "S what about you Dave? Are you loving the Moretz too?" and started trying to imitate that dance she was doing. I honestly don't know how good a job I did, and I wasn't wearing a dress that barely came past my hips, but if there's one thing I've learned from cheerleading it's that I'm really good at picking up a routine after seeing it and I threw in some extra swaying for good measure.

And Dave looked away and said, "I...am not going to answer that question."

And I tried to restrain myself to just a grin because inside I was leaping into the air and cheering, cause at bare minimum that wasn't a denial and Angela, Jessi, and Riley all thought I looked like her, so even if she's a few years older than me if Dave thinks she's hot then I have a chance!

Sure, it's not much, but god damnit it's a start.

Marty, meanwhile, was biting his knuckle and shaking with silent laughter while Todd was still trying to stop blushing. Guess I didn't help that.

So while Dave was taking the lead back to the car I hung back with Marty and whispered, "Does he still have a crush on me?"

And Marty whispered back, "You mean on Hit Girl?"

And I just realized he was teasing me, but then I just said, "Yeah, her."

So he shrugged and said, "He has a poster of her on his wall, but it's not an actual photo of you. I don't think anyone's gotten a real photo of you that could be made into a poster," I just nodded, cause I knew people were trying cash in on us since we can't claim copyright or anything. Except the Guardian. He got a book deal. The douche. "And he's a regular poster on one of the Hit Girl fan sites, but he doesn't write any real person fanfics about her or draw pictures or anything. I wouldn't worry about it. I think she's just his hero."

And that got me thinking about Jessi, cause she called me her hero too.

Then Marty asked, "So have you read any of those stories? Some are actually pretty good."

And I was like, "You read them?"

And he shrugged and said, "They amuse me. Ya know, cause I have a rather unique perspective."

I just shook my head and said, "I looked at them occasionally, but then I saw one too many Hit-Girl and Red Mist stories and gave up on them."

Marty nodded, "Don't blame you. They've kind of dried up over the last year as more and more people accept that Red Mist is now The Motherfucker. A lot of people refused to believe it for awhile, thinking he'd gotten killed off camera that night." He paused then and said, "There is one Hit Girl The Motherfucker romance fic though."

And I was like, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

He shook his head and said, "I shit you not. It's actually pretty good. It's called, 'Love Thy Enemy'. In the story, you two are dating out of costume, but neither of you know what the other gets up to at night. It's really interesting. Apparently people keep pestering the author about the ending because every few chapters she tells people to keep their shirts on that they should stop asking her to hurry up and finish it because when she does we're going to wish she hadn't."

I had to admit, if it wasn't a story about me and Chris I might actually be interested in it. I asked, "Is it really that popular?"

And Marty shrugged, "It's the second most popular one on that site. The most popular is called, 'Being Hit Girl'. In that one, after that night, she goes to live with Kick-Ass who's a college student living on his own. And it's almost entirely about who she is under the mask. You almost never see her in costume. One of the big arcs that had everybody on the edge of their sears was when one of his neighbors called child services on him, thinking she was a runaway. Or worse."

"How old is she in that one?"

"It's actually the most accurate depiction her. She was twelve when she moved in and fourteen now. Her personality is pretty close too, except she doesn't have friends out of costume since he hasn't figured out how to get her into school. Hopefully he'll get that sorted before the next school year starts."

"Why is he trying to get her into school?"

"Because it's less about school and more about making her presence legit. He had to hide her from his friends and neighbors, which was why the one got suspicious and reported him. But because of that they managed to get enough documentation, real and fake, on her to not have her taken away and him arrested, but if she's not in school when it starts in the fall, then they're both going to be in trouble."

And I probably shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist, "So, IS there anything going on between them?"

And Marty just raised his eyebrow and smirked at me and said, "Read it and find out."

Bastard.

I'm actually considering it. But on the one hand, it's obviously not about me and Dave so I don't know if I want to read this story that's about me but isn't about me. On the other hand, the fact that it's not about me means that it would be like reading any other story about a fictional character, and if it's as good as Marty made it sound then why no

Marcus just stuck his head in to tell me about a murder case that came by him today. Apparently, someone found a dead body in Central Park, and the body had it's heart cut out. And they'd found one like this a few months ago, so he made a few calls and he found they'd found a body like this in Jersey, Pennsylvania, upstate, and in Connecticut. Which means it's a serial killer that seems to be centered around New York. He thought I'd be interested since it sounded like, "Your kind of thing"

I've got ass loads of homework since finals are coming up, the cheerleading final is in a couple weeks so Cameron is working us like a two dollar whore, this new asshole shows up, The Motherfucker is still out there causing trouble along with all the other assholes, and now this.

The world just needs to go fuck off for awhile. Seriously.