*Whoa! Two chapters in one day? Its pretty crazy, but I'm kinda stuck at home today, and also way pumped to write from reviews…I told you, you review, I write. Keep em' coming, por favor. I'll try to incorporate some of the suggestions I got! Hope you like it!*

*Chapter Four*

MINDY'S POV

I watched the almost-rapist collapse to the ground, after being blown to holy hell by Alicia. I was kind of impressed- at least I was, until she dropped the balisong and the handgun to the ground, and staggered back, coming to rest on the cold alley ground, against a wall.

"Fucking shit," she said again and again.

I still held one hand firmly clamped over my shot and bleeding arm, biting my lip to not scream in pain.

Putting pressure on the wound was important, but we also needed to get the fuck out of here before more of Red Mist's guys arrived.

Hands shaking, I yanked off my mask and wig, and attempted to blindly wipe the blood off of my face. The gloves came off next, and then the tartan, and then I slowly struggled to shimmy my jeans and jacket back on over the familiar purple leather.

I sluggishly rose, putting all of my weight on my one good arm, before I forced myself up, and struggled to pack up all of the guns I could see.

I grabbed Dave's clothes in a handful, and then I went to Alicia.

"Alicia," I said, wiping a stray drop of blood away from my mouth. "Get up, we gotta go."

She looked up at me, pure deer in the headlights.

"I just killed two fucking people," she said in a monotone.

"And I just killed about twenty," I replied. "Get the hell up, we gotta go."

And then she was crying, kind of.

"I just killed two fucking people," she said again, her voice breaking pathetically.

"Oh, fuck," I murmured under my breath. Like I said, she was a murder-virgin. I squatted till I was eye level with her, and sighed, staring her down.

"Alicia," I started. "Either you kill him, or he kills me. Make a choice. And get. The. Fuck. Up."

She bit her lip, and avoided my eyes, but she still got shakily up, leaning against the wall for support.

"My arm is about to bleed out," I said, nonchalantly. "So lets get Dave, and get some meds. And some food."

She just nodded, and followed me.

I walked over to Dave and lightly kicked him, dropping his clothes on top of him, and carefully pulling off his mask, while trying not to further aggravate his numerous facial wounds.

"Dave," I lightly slapped him. "Lets go."

He stirred, and got up, putting on his clothes.

"We can't go back to Uncle Marcus's looking like this," Alicia said. I noticed her careful cradling of her hands, and figured she'd probably broken a finger or something. She was still in a lot better of a place than Dave and me.

"Yeah, there's a Mel's right there. They should have a first aid kit and stuff. And burgers."

Alicia was still a shaking mess, and was leaning heavily on the dumpster.

"Dave," I said. "Can you help her? I need a bandage right fucking now."

He carefully supported half of Alicia's body, and they limped together, behind me, towards the Mel's.

"What's wrong with her anyway?" asked Dave.

"The usual. She just killed her first rapist."

We got into Mel's, which was thankfully not too crowded, considering the attention we were drawing anyway. Dave's face looked like an emo kid's wrist, my arm was shot through and bleeding, and Alicia looked pretty fucking pale. We were a mess.

"Hi," I said sweetly, turning on the little-girl-charm, and blinking furiously. "Do you have a first aid kit we could use?"

The flustered waiter seated us, and handed me a medical grade emergency kit, before offering us three burgers "on the house" (I guess we looked sadder than I'd thought) and ducking out.

I sat down in the booth next to Dave, and gingerly pulled off both of my jackets on one arm, exposing the bloody mess of it to the world.

He didn't say anything, he just grabbed some medical tape and some gauze, and began winding it around my arm, and then wiping my face.

I was quiet too, as I carefully swabbed his face of leftover blood with my good arm, and Alicia just stared straight ahead, eyes glassy, looking totally lost.

After we had cleaned each other up significantly, we both turned towards Alicia.

"So…" I said, looking at her, and holding my water glass to my face. My eye was starting to swell, and I probably looked like a fucking pirate. Oh well. I guess it would make me seem more intimidating.

"I just killed two fucking people," she said again.

I groaned.

"Jesus, Alicia," I said, and she looked away, I slapped her lightly, and grabbed her wrists, until she looked at me.

"Alicia," I said. "Yes, you killed two people. But those were fucking drug mules, murderers, and or rapists. If anything, you made the world a better place. You did a good fucking thing tonight, and I know that's gonna take some getting used to. But you better hurry the fuck up, because it's a batshit world out there, and Dave and I are kind of targets right now."

She sat back.

"Okay," she said, finally. "Can you guys…?" she nodded towards her hands, and Dave and I each bandaged one.

"Good job tonight," Dave said, smiling at Alicia through kind-of-nasty bloody teeth.

She bit her lip, and slowly spoke.
"So, tell me what's going on here," she said.

And so we did.

About an hour or so later, we were breaking into Safehouse B, because I knew we would need more guns.

I hadn't been here since…that night.

As the door creaked open, I made my way into the main, room, grabbing guns and ammo, kind of at random, and throwing them into my backpack.

And then I saw them.

Two ceramic mugs, brimming with mold, and that's when I started crying again.

There used to be hot chocolate in those mugs.

Hot chocolate…extra marshmallows.

I slumped back against the computer desk, chewing my lip, and crying like a fucking pussy, but I couldn't stop.

Alicia was clearly lost in this situation, but Dave sat down, put his arm around me, and let me cry into his shoulder.

I sniffled, and wiped my nose, and shook my head.

"I will fucking kill Red Mist for this," I said.

"And I'll be right there next to you," Dave replied loyally.

"Mindy…." Alicia sat down on my other side. "Is there anything I can do?"

I looked over at her.

"Yes," I said. "You can let Dave and I train you, and you can help us take down Red fucking Mist."

Her dark eyes were troubled, but whether she would follow through or not, she knew better than to cross me right now.

"Okay," she said.

I was done crying. I got up, finished loading guns into the backpack, and then I walked to the window, and listened to the two ceramic cups shatter on the ground below. I was done being sad. Now I was just fucking pissed.

"Let's go," I said finally. Alicia turned to speak to me, but I cut her off. "You didn't do too fucking bad tonight," I said. "But you should know that if you tell anyone that Dave and I are Kick Ass and Hit Girl…I will not hesitate to fucking kill you."

Her eyes widened, and she was shocked, but she believed me. As she should.

"I want to help," she stated.

And I knew she would.

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