"Hello Chemist." I heard Kick-Ass's voice ring out in the night.
"Oh god, here comes the douche in the wetsuit." I sighed out.
"I thought Red Mist had ended your career..." he was trying to be cool, but he was just an idiot.
"Your little sister or whatever didn't tell you? He could even try to take me out." I said, I was so done with all this 'pick a side' shit.
"You know you have no right to be out here doing what your doing, your supposed to help people not just kill them, or let them get used or raped. Your not a real hero, your a fucking villain." his voice was full of disgust.
"You know what ass hole, you have no fucking right. You know there was a time when I was different, where I was a normal girl living life, but one day that all changed. And the worst thing about that is that you could have prevented it. I screamed and screamed until I coughed up blood. I screamed for help, but no one came, and now everyone I loved is dead. You fucking suck at this man, you fucking suck at being a hero, you never help anyone, you killed frank D'Amico. Congratu-fucking-lations man, you killed a big drug dealer, but where you when regular people need help? What happens when someone like me needs help? You just ignore the call, or were you too busy jacking off to your fame and popularity? Fuck you man, you have no fucking right to call yourself a hero..." my monologue ended, and I stormed off.
"What the fuck?" I heard Hit Girl.
"How the fuck can you say that to him? Don't walk away from me cunt, I said how the fuck can you say all that!" she was screaming at me. She ran behind me and plunged a butterfly knife into my arm. I screamed. I screamed like I had that day.
When the pain subsided I looked up, Hit Girl was standing there, her hand still on the knife. I pulled my arm down, the knife slid out, as soon as it did I punched her in the face with my knuckle duster. I felt the hard blow of Kick-Ass's batons against my cheek bone. I turned and punched him as well, he fell hard, but the fucker just kept getting back up. Finally I kicked him right in the chest, making him fly back a few feet into the brick wall.
But by that time, Hit Girl was back on her feet, and charging me. I took out two throwing knifes from my holster and threw them at her, they didn't even slow her down, I now realized she was wearing a bulletproof vest.
"You stupid cunt! You bitch! You fucking little whore!" the words fell from Hit Girls mouth like the blood that already poured.
I grabbed her by the neck, as she ran to me, and I slammed her into the ground. I began hitting her, but I felt hands pull me away, I looked over at the wall, Kick-Ass was still sitting there pretty dazed but totally alive, and now Hit Girl was getting up, always ready for more.
I looked behind me, Red Mist had me by my jacket.
"Get offa me faggot!" I said as I spun myself around and hit him right in the face.
"Gah dimmit." he winced out.
He grabbed my by my arms and pulled me into him. Somehow he was so much stronger than he had been, either that or..oh yea...my arm had just gotten stabbed...I remember now...his arms encircled my body.
"Calm down, calm down, chill out!" he yelled at me, tears streamed down my face.
"Fuck you!" I yelled back out of anger.
And then it happened. Red Mist kissed me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and my body went limp. I stopped struggling, and wrapped my arms around him, my tears came furiously, black paint streamed down my face. He pulled away and let go of me. Hit Girl and Kick-Ass looked like they were in shock. The embarrassment built up inside of me, and I took off running. As I left I heard Kick Ass and Red Mist talking.
"What the fuck was that?" Kick-Ass asked.
"I don't know, I didn't know what else to do..." Red Mist replied.
Before the conversation got any more bizarre I was gone, up the fire escape, and on the rooftops, running and jumping from one to another, my legs carried me as far as they could before they finally failed me...in mid air. I plummeted to the ground, and blacked out.
