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*Chapter 13*

MINDY'S POV

1:13 AM

One thirteen.

It was a bad number, a bad time, and I was nervous about us having bad fucking luck to go with it.

In the end, I guess I shouldn't have worried though.

I couldn't help but laugh every time I looked at Alicia- she looked like Gene fucking Simmons.

"You ready?" I asked, looking at her and Dave, and noticing Alicia's careful, slight grip on the belt- or more like the Glock attached to it.

"Yeah," Dave said.

"I…yeah," Alicia agreed, tugging on the belt with a gloved hand.

I lead them out of the factory, and into the open.

We were silent as we prowled the streets. I was vaguely aware that Alicia had no particular idea what we were hunting for, but truthfully, we were just looking for trouble- a dealing, or a gang beating the shit out of someone- anything to test Alicia before we tried her newly made fighting skills on Red Mist and the rest of his operation.

We roamed quietly around, looking for something, anything, any kind of problem we could intervene on.

And then….we found it.

We meandered down the sidewalk, and past an alley, and I almost had to double take when I saw- finally-what we were looking for.

In one of the darkest allies, there they were- a skeevy looking guy in a pinstriped suit-no shirt underneath, of course, an yellow gold chain necklace, and the most important accessory- a fucking nasty black pleather corset wearing whore, clinging pathetically to his arm, like Katie used to to Dave.

And he was handing a white packet to an equally skeevy monstrous muscle man and the 10 or so cronies lined up behind him.

It was a dealing.

And despite the 1:13 time, it was good fucking luck.

"Let's go," I said quietly, nudging Alicia and Dave, who were on either side of me.

"Just give me the fucking money," the pimp said, holding out his hand.

"Just drop the fucking coke," I said loudly from the other end of the alley.

Everyone turned to face us, and I swallowed hard, and smiled menacingly.

I was going to enjoy this.

"Who the hell are you?" the hooker asked.

"I'm Hit Girl," I said smiling. "And show's over, motherfuckers."

One of the dealer's guys moved for his gun at the same time as I did, but I shot him perfectly in the head before he got too close.

And all hell broke loose.

DAVE'S POV

I had put more thought into fighting this time, and I wasn't going to be caught with just my fucking batons this time.

As the first guy lunged toward me though, they still came in handy, and I swatted him roughly on the jaw, before I could grab the gun MIndy had given me and point it at him.

I missed, and nailed him in the arm, but he fell to the ground, writhing, and was clearly down for the count.

Another shot killed him.

Sometimes I still felt like puking when I killed a man, but I had to remind myself- these were the kind of people that helped kill Big Daddy.

These were the kind of people who made me lead Big Daddy to his death.

Emotionlessly, I shot the next guy charging towards me in the crotch, and he screamed, before I shot him three times in the chest, and then once in the head.

Sick fuck deserved every ounce of pain he got.

I looked over at MIndy, who was dominating the two guys who were going after her.

She jumped and kicked one in the face, breaking his nose for sure, before punching the other in the stomach-knuckle dusters on, of course-and he staggered back.

She threw one of her daggers at him, and he took it in the neck, and bled out in seconds.

I always admired the way Mindy killed- it was so clean, precise- she never missed her target, and her target always knew it.

I guessed that was what happened when you trained extensively with your former cop turned murderer father who wore a badass costume and kicked serious ass.

MIndy stabbed the second guy once in the heart, and then shot him in the head, smiling always, clearly in her element.

Alicia however was….oh fuck.

ALICIA'S POV

I don't know how it happened.

Where did I go wrong?

Did I not whip my guy out fast enough?

Did I not handle my knife correctly?

No matter what, somehow I ended up against a wall, getting my ass handed to me.

I got punched again and again- I could barely even feel it anymore.

"Fuck, ALICIA, get up!" Dave commanded, before shooting someone.

I felt my nose start bleeding when I got punched again.

I turned my head lazily, as I was kicked in the stomach, and saw Mindy- she ran down the alley towards a guy, and jumping-kicked him in the face, and he recoiled, clutching his jaw.

He raised his gun, but she punched it out of his hands, and then punched him in the face, and he fell.

She raised him up by his shirt, punched him again, and caught him trying to pull out a switchblade.

She grabbed it out of his hands before he had a chance to open it, and she flipped it open, shoving the blade against his throat, and getting close to his face.

"You make me fucking sick," she said, spitting on him, and finally slitting his throat and ending his misery.

My misery, however, continued, as the man's fist flew through the air and clocked me again.

MIndy had moved on to a different guy, and was currently stabbing him through the wrist with a dagger connected to a rope.

Hell, I thought. If she can do it, so can I.

With a renewed burst of energy, I sat up a little, and my assailant's fist came shooting towards my face again, I dodged it, letting him break a few knuckles on the wall behind me, just like that first night.

I don't know where the hell the skill came from or how, but then, without even thinking, I grabbed his wrist-his hand had flown to my throat- and stabbed him three times with a dagger- once on the forearm, once near the elbow, which I imagined hurt like nobody's business, and once in the upper arm.

He screamed- or rather, roared, and as he rose a flat hand to slap me, I snapped his finger back, successfully effing up his last able hand.

I don't know where the fuck the skill came from, but I was glad.

Now he was fucking ticked, though.

He tried to kick me, and I jumped out of the way, raising my gun, finally.

Could I do it?

Could I kill someone again?

As he lumbered towards me, MIndy's words from that night echoed in my head.

You kill him, or he kills me, she had said. Make a choice. And get. The fuck. Up.

Energized, I squeezed the trigger.

The bullet hit him, straight to the heart, and I smiled.

I could do this.

I could do this.

Another guy ran towards me, and I shot him in the face no problem.

You kill him or he kills me.

MIndy was right- I was doing a good fucking thing.

With MIndy and Dave, I was going to fucking clean up New York, and help avenge MIndy's dad.

I had never known him, but I wish I had.

Because he made Mindy this way, who made me this way.

As I shot another guy, PERFECTLY, I might add, I smiled, and wiped some of the blood off that was dripping down my chin.

Mindy was right-I had made my choice, and I had gotten the fuck up.

And it felt good.

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