Mako's Message: I need to remember that I'm supposed to be updating twice a week, not once every two weeks. C'mon brain, get it together.

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It's too fucking late for this shit.


Fucking Katie.

Just fucking Katie.

Dave is too good sometimes. He really is.

She doesn't deserve a damn thing from him, and the only thing I want to give her is a knife between her ribs.

And yet, Dave called me over to his house today (And let me tell you, seeing his room all packed up in boxes was weird and depressing as hell.) because of her.

I didn't know that when he called me though. Things would have gone pretty fucking differently if he'd mentioned it then though.

So I go over there, in my short shorts and tube top with my cover up flowing and feeling sexy as fuck, only to stop dead at the door to his room where everything except a set of sheets on his bed and his computer were packed up. He's sitting at his desk just kinda staring at the computer screen and after a minute of me standing there just trying to wrap my head around the fact that Dave really is moving, he asks me to come over and look at something.

So I walk over and sit down on his lap, and he doesn't say anything about it, just puts an arm over my leg and says, "Watch this," and hits play.

The video he had up ("Super FAIL") is of Katie, in costume, getting the crap kicked out of her of by two guys. She got an occasional good hit in but for the most part she was getting beaten like a tennis ball in a match between the Williams sisters. It looked like something happened to her arm too, or maybe her ribs, since she kept holding one arm to her abdomen.

Eventually the two guys gave it up and ran off, leaving her in the alley to pick herself up and limp off. Just before the video cut off, and I mean by like, one or two frames, it looked like she threw something at whoever was recording the video.

I didn't even try to stop myself from smiling. I can't help it. Seeing Katie suffer just has that effect on me.

Dave wasn't smiling though. I looked at him and said, "What?"

And he said, "That was filmed last night."

He didn't say anything else so I asked, "So?"

And he said, "So she's not stopping."

So I said, "And?" And he just looked at me, dead serious, until I jumped out of his lap and said, "Oh hell no. If you think- No. FUCK no."

"She's going to get hurt out there. Killed maybe."

"She fucking deserves it!"

"We can't just let her get herself killed!"

"Yes we can!"

"Mindy!"

"No! She's a bitch, she could have gotten you killed, she ruined your reputation, and she broke your fucking heart! She's only doing this in some pathetic attempt to get you to take her bitch ass back and she deserves everything that happens to her out there!"

"I'm not asking you to like her! 1 just don't want to see her get beaten to pulp out there. She's a good person. She just...lashed out. I'm not forgiving her, don't even think that, but I still can't let her go out there and get herself killed when I- when WE could do something about it."

"A good person!? She spread it around school that you were a pedophile and molesting me!"

And he just looked at me, looked me right in the eyes, and said, "Please."

I just looked back at him for a minute before I started the video again, "Look at this! She has no talent! You at least had that. You fought three guys to a draw, she got the shit beaten out of her by two."

And he said, "Mindy, I can't feel half of what happens to me. It makes it a hell of a lot easier to get up after getting kicked in the gut. Those guy were also more interested in beating the guy they were after in the first place than keeping me down. And take a closer look at the video. Do you see why she's fighting one handed? She'd holding onto a purse. I bet one of those guys snatched it from some lady and she managed to take it back and was trying to keep them from stealing it again."

I wanted to find some way to argue those points, but before I could come up with anything he kept talking, "And if she's still out there after the beating you gave her she must be serious about it. I know how hard you hit."

I couldn't do much more than stand there, clenching my fists and grinding my teeth until finally I said, "Fine. We can train her. BUT! She has to survive a night out on patrol with me first."

Dave looked back at me for a minute then stuck his hand out and said, "Deal, so long as she doesn't have to survive YOU."

And so I took his hand and said, "Deal."

So. Tomorrow night should be interesting.