The days ate at me. The guilt piled up on my shoulders. I felt sick, and hated myself. Not because I just fucked my enemy, but because I fucking loved it. I replayed the night over and over in my head, It was what got me off at night, and what ruined my days at school. I tore myself apart over all of this, but one day I realized, if I liked it so much, why should I care? I started to realized that I wanted him more and more, he was my drug, and I needed my fucking fix, god damn it.

The night I realized this I decided to head out. I assumed the identity of The Chemist, and set out, looking for, no... hunting him. Before even an hour passed I massacred some guy, I recognized him from off the news, some mobster or something, so I just slit his throat right there, his life was meaningless to me.

I had been out for almost three hours now, just sitting and waiting at one of the old spots I had seen him before. It felt like I had been there for an eternity before I heard footsteps behind me.

"The Chemist." a little girls voice rang out.

"Hit Girl." I said without even turning around.

We both said nothing as she sat next to me.

"I thought Red Mist took you out?" she said, anger in her voice.

"Fuck no, he couldn't do shit if he wanted." I said. I looked to her and smiled.

"I fucking hear that." she laughed.

I felt a comfort in this girl. She was like me in a way. I liked that.

"Well I should head out, its almost my bed time." her voice was full of sarcasm.

She jumped down onto the fire escape.

"Adios." I called to her, and she was gone.

As soon as she disappeared into the shadows I felt another presence, I turned to look.

"I didn't want to disturb you two." he said to me.

"Sit." I replied to him. it was Red Mist, my heart pounded with lust.

"You've got a good cunt, you know that?" he said to me.

"Thanks, that wasn't demeaning at all..." I replied back, disgusted, but turned on.

I looked over to him. His mask plastered to his face, the leather costume engulfing his naked form. I could go on. He looked to me, I guess he was undressing me with his eyes too. I didn't mind it, it was kind of hot.

"I want to fuck you again." he said bluntly.

"I know." I said back.

"Are you going to get attached to me?" he asked worried.

"Most likely not, I don't have a heart...I'm cold. No worries." I said, holding back my anger at such a question.

"OK, come with me."he said.

He and I rose to our feet and dashed off into the night, jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

We came to some old abandoned house hidden away from the rest of the world, its like time had forgotten this place. It felt organic and inviting. It was an old art deco style. It appealed to me. Red Mist went around the back of the house and let me in. He took me up the staircase, and down a long hallway. His movement was so fluid its like he had done this hundreds of times.

We came to a room. It had an old rotting bed and a few chairs in it. The walls were an old mustard color, discolored from dust and time. The crown molding was gorgeous, and the old faded drapes on the windows harkened back to a simpler time.

But my thoughts were cut short as he threw me on the bed.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes." is what he said over and over as he undressed.

I removed my costume as well. I stood naked in the middle of the room. He turned to me, and as his eyes swept over me, they must have grown twice their size. He came over to me, and touched me. It was a sight for sure. All we wore was our hair, and our painted faces.

I looked down, ready for my onslaught. But he hooked a finger around my chin, and pulled my face up.

"Your beautiful..." he whispered to me.

"And your handsome." its all I could say, I felt like a fucking moron.

That night he and I had sex. It was nothing romantic, or sweet, or loving. It was sex. It was cold and unforgiving, that's what I loved about it.

After it had ended we got dressed. I felt so smothered in my costume now. We walked down the hall, down the stairs and too the back door in silence. I stole a glance at him. His face was hard, and constantly angry, I loved it. He caught me staring.

"Thank you." I said.

"Don't mention it." he said, and he was gone.

I ran off into the night, feeling complete again.