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*Chapter 8*

DAVE'S POV

I still couldn't really believe it.

Chris D'Amico?

Nerdy ass friendless Chris D'Amico?

Chris D'Amico with a bodyguard?

Chris D'Amico without a girlfriend?
Chris D'Amico.

Despite the considerable blow Mindy and I both received, when realizing the identity of Red fucking Mist, we tried to be normal for the next couple days- it wouldn't do any good to jump the gun and get ourselves effed up for no reason. We needed a plan, and right now, we didn't have one.

Unfortunately, towards the beginning of our façade, acting normal and laying low didn't work out quite as well as it could have.

"Hey," Marty said, sidling next to me with Todd.

"What's going on?" I said nervously, my voice sounding forced for no apparent reason.

"So, what's up with that Mindy chick?" Todd asked.

Uhhh….

"Uhhh…" I said. "What about her?"

"Uhhh, I almost had to fight her about the fucking ninja kicks at Atomic Comics. She was so damn stubborn on it. And so damn wrong," he replied.

"Yeah, I don't-"
"She seemed like she knew what she was talking about, though," Marty reasoned, elbowing Todd.

"Yeah, I think I'm in love with her, dude," Todd replied.

"She looks like she's about eleven years old, but…"

They both looked at me, as if expecting me to say something.

Confused, I just turned to my locker and began turning in the combination.

"Dude," Marty replied, staring me down.

"What?" I said, grabbing my Calculus book, and sliding it under my arm.

"Dude, we know," Todd continued.

"Know what?"

"We know she's fuckin' Hit Girl!" Marty said.

The Calculus book slipped out of my hands, and landed painfully on my foot.

"Fuck!" I said, grabbing at it, and scooping it up, my face bright red.

"Dave…" Todd said. "Don't change the subject. "We know she's Hit Girl, but we don't get how you're connected to her…"

"Guys-"

"Hey, Dave! Todd, Marty," Alicia said, coming over and smiling.

Todd's eyes immediately glazed over, staring at her face, but Marty was undeterred.

"Does she know too?" he asked.

"Do I know what?" Alicia asked.
"Okay, that Mindy chick? She's totally Hit Girl!"

Alicia bit her lip, and looked at me, as if expecting me to jump in, but I was frozen- I had no idea whatsoever to stay to smooth this over.

"Uh, what?" she said finally.

"Hit Girl? Did you watch Kick Ass Unmasked?"

"Oh…" Alicia said slowly. "That video of that green guy getting his ass kicked? Yeah, my friend sent it to me. Do you mean that little girl with the cape? Show's over, motherfuckers?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

She looked at me again, and then back at the guys.

Then she burst out into a surprisingly convincing fake laugh.

"You guys are funny!" she said ditz-ily, actually slapping her knee.

"It makes fucking sense!" Marty insisted. "She lives in New York, she knows way too much about martial arts, she's the right age, the right size-"

"Yeah," Alicia said, nodding incredulously. "So a masked superhero took off her cape for good to become a middle school student. Right. That really happened."

"But-" Todd started.

"Yeah, you guys are ridiculous," Alicia replied condescendingly. "I hope you don't tell all of the ladies this theory. See you later Dave."

She made a "fuckin' do something!" face at me, and walked away.

"She's right, you know," I said.

Todd looked at Marty and sighed.

"Yeah, I guess," he agreed.

MINDY'S POV

School is a bitch.

I was staring to realize that there wasn't a second of my old life that I didn't miss- school was a huge waste of time when I should have been plotting against Red Mist, training with my bow staff, or shooting at the body-part-labeled-dummy in Marcus' basement with the pellet gun that he uses for target practice.

I even missed trivial, and often shitty things; like getting shot in the chest by my daddy.

But I have to admit- becoming Hit Girl again was a fucking revelation.

I had forgotten how good it felt to hold a gun in each gloved hand, to slide on my knuckle dusters, to pull that trigger and rid the world of one more drug mule in the world?

It was the fucking life, and I had missed the hell out of it.

I slowly zoned out of the history lesson I was supposed to be in the middle of, and began tracing an outline of brass knuckles on my hand- maybe I should get that tattooed there. It looked pretty badass.

I noticed a few girls staring at me, but it was nothing new.

I tried to be normal for Marcus, and I had made a few friends, but the other kids knew better. They could sense that I wasn't quite normal, no matter how hard I tried to act like it.

"Some people believe in life on Mars," the teacher was saying. "But-"

"Is that where Mindy's from?" I heard someone ask, and the class laughed.

I turned around slowly, and glared at the ignorant little bitch trying to insult me.

And slower, clenching my fists, I turned back around.

"Yeah," she continued. "Turn your back. Is that what your daddy taught you?"

I whipped around.

There was no way she could know- no way, she was just insinuating that I was a useless daddy's girl.

But that didn't make me any less mad.

That didn't make me clench my drawn-on-knuckle-duster-ed fists any less.

And that certainly didn't stop me from standing up, and punching the bitch in the face, not hard enough to break her nose, but hard enough to give her a nosebleed, and a good, long cry.

And that's exactly what happened.

It was actually kind of a relief to let go of some of my Red Mist/ Chris D'Amico hate, and I felt refreshed- revitalized…punching someone in the face was almost as good as killing a drug mule.

I spent the rest of the day in in-house suspension, and it definitely drew some unwanted attention towards me, but I didn't care; having a third less D'Amico frustration was enough to help.

And I knew Marcus would be mad, but it was pretty fucking worth it.

Chris D'Amico was the son of the man who had ordered my daddy dead.

And he was going to fucking pay.

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