Mako's Message:omgwtfaskildafu I don't even what is this... God, I've wanted to write this chapter for...two years now? It's funny how you can have some things so planned out and yet miss the little details. This was just...wow. Once I managed to get into a "fuck it, just write something and fix it later" mindset it flowed pretty well, unfortunately not well enough to get it up yesterday. But here it is!
Hope you enjoy!
5
Tonight was another one of those nights.
Except I don't think I've ever had a night quite like this. I'm still not sure how I feel about all this. I just know I hate Chris more than ever. He needs to die. Horribly. And the sooner the better.
We were out on patrol, when this car comes speeding up and makes a sharp turn, cutting us off and coming to a screeching halt right in front of us. Then this middle aged guy who's losing his hair gets out and holds his hands up and says, "I come in peace I swear!"
And then I realize where I've seen this guy. It's Gigante. And cop or not the first thing that came to mind was putting a bullet in his head. He was always on the list, just...never a priority. We had to find a way to make him disappear first. Missing and dead cops, especially high ranking ones, get a lot of attention.
Dave seemed to realize something was going on, but he obviously didn't know what, so he kept looking from this guy to me and back watching to see what would happen.
And then he said six words I never expected him to say, "I can take you to Chris."
Of course the first thing we both thought was, "It's a trap." Because taking us to Chris is entirely different from, say, bring him to US. Then he comes walking around the car with his hands still up and says, "You need to trust me. Please. Things have not been going well for him and he's lost his goddamned mind." and by now he's close enough to us that we can see he looks like shit. His hair is a mess, he had bags under his eyes, it looked like he hadn't shaved in days, and his clothes looked slept in. "It's not just you guys, he's been fighting with the Bratva, the Mob, the Yakuza, you name em they're here trying to get a piece of the city. Hell, he was even fighting with his own family until he managed to get his uncle Ralph killed."
I will admit that last bit impressed me. Daddy and I had never been able to come up with a way to get that bastard. He had the warden eating out of his hand so his prison was more his fortress. Not that we couldn't come up with ways to get in, it was getting OUT that was the problem. And of course the Yakuza bit explained a LOT.
He could see we weren't biting though, so finally he just said, "Look, okay, he's still operating out of The Rainbow Factory. It's not the place it was. After you hit it he let it look like he'd abandoned the place, cut the power to the lower floors, stopped using it for recruiting, but kept the upper floors as his main base. So, there, okay? That's where he is. Go after him or not, up to you, but if you do you need to do it tonight because he'll realize I'm gone by morning and then he'll either pack up and leave or be waiting for you."
I was happy to get the info, but with him right there, right in front of me, I was having a hard time not just killing him right there on the sidewalk. I guess Dave could tell how wound up I was because he put his hand on my shoulder and almost whispered, "Hit Girl, don't do anything you'll regret."
And I said back, "Who say's I'll regret it."
Then he did whisper, so quiet I could barely hear him, "Mindy, please."
And that kinda brought the rest of the world back to me, and I was able to remember we were standing on a public street and there were people around, some even stopping to watch. So I swallowed, took a deep breath, and said, "Run, Gigante. Run and hide, and pray that we never see each other again."
And then he scrambled back into the car, peeled out, and sped off down the street.
Dave and I went somewhere quiet to discuss what Gigante had told us. We both wanted to take this opportunity to take Chris down, but it was suspicious as hell. The one thing we actually agreed on was that we didn't want to do this alone. We had no idea how many men he had or what to expect in there at all. But getting Justice Forever together on a moment's notice was all but impossible. They all had family stuff or work, or whatever after all. Things they can't just run out on.(Never thought still being in school would actually be an advantage.) Suspect or not though, we didn't want to risk this window of opportunity closing on us. We could only think of one person who'd be willing to drop whatever they were doing and come help us.
Biker Knight.
We called, but he didn't pick up. Instead, after it went to voice mail we got a text from him(Surprise surprise), "What's up?"
So we explained and he said he'd meet up with us at the same place we did last time in an hour.
Since we didn't have a nondescript van this time, we had to park the Hit-Mobile far away from the road leading to Chris's hideout and wait for Biker Knight on foot. Fortunately he showed up earlier than his predicted hour so we weren't waiting long.
As we walked down the road to it, The Rainbow Factory was completely dark, and I started worrying that we were being set up again. So we made sure to stay to the sides and stay low just in case they were watching for us. The building itself didn't look all that different from the last time, there was more graffiti on it, the door was boarded up, but still left enough room for an adult to fit through, and someone had painted the word "Horrors" over the word "dreams" in "Where dreams come true."
The first floor was empty, and pretty dirty(leaves, garbage, etc) but it looked like all the stuff was still there. The arcade cabinets, TVs, computers and all that other shit was still there surprisingly. The "store" was pretty well picked over though. Just a few things were left on the shelves.
We headed up to the next level and it was pretty much the same deal. The third was a little neater, and on the fourth we finally ran into someone.
His outfit was completely different. He was wearing an armored helmet with a crest kind of like Biker Knights, except the front was open with just a red visor over his eyes. He was wearing relatively light armor everywhere else except for his left arm, which was completely covered from the tips of his fingers all the way up to shoulder in steel. The sword that was as big as he was was the only thing that let me recognize him as "The Great White".
He'd been leaning against the wall with his sword standing up next to him, but when we came up he stood up and, pointed to me and Dave and said, "You two can head on upstairs." Then he turned to Biker Knight, "But you," and he grabbed his sword and hefted it up, "Are stayin' right here with me."
Biker Knight just took a step forward, popped the blades on his gauntlets, and nodded for us to go ahead.
They were still circling each other by the time we were too far up the steps to see them.
The next floor was vacant as well. Didn't stop me from checking around that blind corner with a mirror though. I surprised by how many flashbacks I had walking through that room. I caught Dave shuddering so he must have felt the same.
The elevator was unlocked which finally clinched that we were being set up.
When we got to the next floor, Chris's "Evil Lair", it was almost completely dark. Just some light from the giant fishtank which still had a shark in it. It seemed a little livelier this time so I guess Chris finally figured out what was wrong with it.
Then Chris's voice came over a PA system, ""Kick-Ass! Hit Girl! Long time no see! I guess Gigante ratted me out after all. The traitor. But, I expected him to go to you when I let him get away, so I guess it balances out.
"Anyway, I was hoping you'd come visit because I have a new friend for you to meet." And then the lights started coming on, row by row, until they lit up the top of that pyramid thing in the center of the room, and there was a girl standing at the top. She was dressed in a costume that looked like a cross between my own and Chris's Red Mist costume. It even had the same sort of hair, except it pointed down instead of up. The thing that I really noticed though was that her face was completely blank.
"Introducing, Psycho Girl!" The girl didn't move or react at all. Then he said, "Say 'Hello' Psycho Girl."
Then the girl spoke, and said exactly and only, "Hello."
"She's not much of a conversationalist, but she's a LOT of fun. Don't we have fun together every night?"
And the girl said, "Yes." and started to walk slowly down the steps.
"How do we have fun, exactly?"
"You fuck me."
"Ah ah ah, be specific Psycho Girl."
"You fuck me in the ass."
"And what do I call you while I'm fucking you in the ass?"
"Hit Girl."
"And what do you call me?"
"Big Daddy."
"And you love it, don't you."
"Every second."
And I just felt completely sick. I can't even describe what I felt after hearing that and looking at her standing there, looking at me with these completely dead eyes.
"Now, Psycho Girl is here for a play date with Hit Girl only. Kick-Ass, you can come through the door at the back of the room to see me. Alone. If Hit Girl tries to come with you, I'm gonna blow the whole building. If you try and fight Psycho Girl together, I'm gonna blow the whole building. If you take more than thirty seconds to comply, I'm gonna, SURPRISE! Blow the whole building."
Dave and I looked at each other. It was probably a bluff, assuming Chris was even in the building. But he'd certainly proved that he was a complete psycho and would probably happily die if it meant killing us too. And he certainly didn't give a shit about Psycho Girl or The Great White. But then I nodded to Dave for him to go. As much as I wanted to kill Chris myself, I couldn't deny that they had a personal vendetta against each other that outranked mine.
So, Dave headed off across the room, gave me one last look as he rounded the pyramid, and then disappeared, leaving me alone with my new "playmate".
Then Chris said, "Alight. Playtime!"
And just like that her face went from a mask of utter indifference to complete rage. She went for the gun on her hip and so did I. We fired and we were both knocked backwards off our feet. It took me a second to get my breath back, but then I popped back into a sitting position and shot at her again, just as she did the same. I skidded across the floor a bit and coughed as I tried to get up again. Then Chris said, "C'mon ladies, this is boring, GET IN THERE AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER!"
And she launched herself at me, screaming and drawing a pair of sai and stabbing them into the floor just as I rolled out of the way. I'd lost my gun after getting shot again, and she was closing too fast to use my throwing knives, so I pulled my staff off my back and just managed to block her next strike.
She had my staff trapped and was trying to force me back. I managed to kick her backwards and split my staff. When the center piece dropped as I drew my swords I kicked it at her, but she just swatted it out of the air.
Drawing the swords was a mistake though. I thought being able to come at her with two weapons would make it harder for her, but she didn't have any problems guarding and trapping my swords. The only time I was able to hit her was when she'd trapped both my blades, but she learned pretty quickly to try and hit me first instead of trying to force me down.
Eventually though, she found a way to stop me from kicking out by forcing our weapons down between us, and she finally managed to do what she'd probably been trying to do whole time. She broke my swords.
I wasn't expecting it, so when they snapped and the pressure was gone I stumbled and she kicked me in the chest. I fell onto my back and she jumped on top of me, trying to jam the sai tips through my face. I caught her wrists, but she had me pinned and was able to put all her weight into it. I couldn't get her off me, couldn't roll, so I tried to just pull her arms apart so they'd miss my head. It was a near thing. Once I stopped pushing back they came down really fast, one even cut my cheek from right under my eye all the way to my ear.
The sai embedded in the floor and I punched her in the face.
She got off me and pulled her weapons out of the floor and I rolled to my feet. I was kinda screwed, because she was too close to make throwing a knife an option, and as soon as I made any move she was going to be on me in an instant. I did have one option though. The nunchauks Dave gave me.
I'd been practicing with them nearly every day, but I'd never tried to use them in a real fight. Hadn't even trained with them against Dave. But I carried them with me every night just in case. And right now they were my last resort.
I dove to the side and rolled to my feet as I pulled them out, just dodging her as she lunged at me. For a second she seemed confused as I held my chucks at the ready, then she was back to rage and came at me again. I side stepped and caught one of her sai with the chain and flipped her.
And from there I had the upper hand. She wasn't able to trap these, since they just wrapped around her sai. And if she did manage to catch them, I was able to pull her off balance.
Then she got REALLY pissed and threw both her sai at me, tackled me to the ground, grabbed me around the throat and started trying to beat my head against the floor. But since my hands were free, and I still had my nunchauks, I smashed her in the face with them.
That really dazed her and I was able to get on top of her and pin her to the floor. I grabbed one of my throwing knives and was about to stab her in the throat...but even with her spitting obscenities at me and screaming, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!", I couldn't kill her.
The girl was totally insane. There was no doubt about that. Whatever Chris had done to her had completely broken her mind and turned her into nothing more than a weapon to throw at me.
So I dropped the knife and grabbed the zip cuffs Dave insists I carry and managed to force them on her. It didn't stop her though. She just kept screaming and struggling to the point that she was actually starting to cut her wrists open. So I pulled the wire from my belt and started looping it around her wrists and ankles to try and keep her from hurting herself anymore.
It just made her flip out even more. In between the curses and death threats she was sobbing. Her eyes where still full of rage and murder but tears were streaming down her face as she rolled around on the floor trying to free herself.
There was nothing more I could do to restrain her and I couldn't watch this anymore and I was worried about Dave so I left her there to go try and catch up with Dave.
It was then that I realized the bastard had been playing the theme to Mortal Kombat over the speakers.
So I ran after Dave, followed a hall to a sort of security room, with camera's monitoring all the floors, and then up another set of stairs to the roof, where Dave was standing at the edge screaming, "You better keep running! Cause if I ever catch you I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
And it took me a minute to realize he was yelling at the helicopter that was flying away. And I said, like an idiot, "He has a helicopter?"
And Dave looks over at me, and a wave of relief washes over his face, and then he's shaking his head, "Yeah, it's just a little two seat thing but it was enough to get his bitch ass off this roof."
That's when I notice a couple slashes across his costume that exposed the armor underneath. I asked, "You okay?"
And he looked down at the slash across his chest, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks to you. He's a lot better with that thing than I was expecting."
I grinned at him, "You still sent him running though."
"Well, he wasn't expecting these," and he held up his unsheathed short swords. Then he said, "So how'd you do?"
And I said, "You need to come see this."
So we went back down to where the girl was still rolling around on the floor, raging and crying. She'd managed to knock her wig off and her wrists where covered in blood.
Dave just looked at her sand said one word, "Jesus."
I borrowed the pen and paper he keeps on him to leave his stupid, "Friendly Neighborhood Superhero" and wrote my own. "This girl has been physically, mentally, and sexually abused by Chris D'Amico aka The Motherfucker. Please make sure she gets the appropriate help." and tucked it into her belt after she'd managed to exhaust herself. And then we called 911 so someone could come pick her up.
We headed downstairs to where we left Biker Knight. We weren't too worried, since he'd already managed to kick Whitey's ass a time or two. When we got back down the first thing we saw was him sitting on the floor at the base of one of the pillars, holding his thigh which was bleeding enough to have left a pool on the floor. The visor on his helmet was cracked too. He was alive though, and once we got him bandaged up a bit we were pretty sure he was going to stay that way.
Then we noticed Whitey. He was laid out on the floor, with his sword embedded in the floor. Right through his skull.
Dave helped Biker Knight to his feet and down the stairs. By the time we were halfway down the road outside though, Biker Knight was just hanging off of him.
We tried to talk him into going to the hospital, but he flat out refused. When we pushed he smashed his fist on the dashboard. Obviously he needed help so we started making some calls.
White Mage was PISSED. She said that if we'd said we were going to go in whether we had help or not she would have made an excuse. I also got Sting to come in while Dave tried to get Col Stars on the phone to open up headquarters.
We really should have taken him to a hospital. He was barely conscious by the time we got him to HQ so it's not like he could have fought us over it.
But White Mage got there soon after we did, used a pair of metal shears to cut open his chain mail pants enough to stitch him up properly. We set him up on a moth eaten couch in the back. We left him in costume though, after deciding that now that he wasn't in mortal danger any more we should respect his desire for anonymity.
Insect Guy called in to say the girl had been picked up, taken to a hospital to get her wounds treated, and was now being held in the psychiatric ward.
I just want Chris dead so bad.
