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*Chapter Sixteen*

MINDY'S POV

CRASH.

"FUCK!"

Shit.

I don't remember much before the crash- I somehow found my way into a pair of pajamas and roughly took a washcloth to my not-easily-bruised face, and then I stumbled into bed.

I assumed Alicia had done the same, but the sounds coming from the next room told me something different.

Without thinking, I blindly groped for the little pull-chain thing that would turn my bedside lamp on, and I blinked furiously as my eyes adjusted to the light.

I started quickly tiptoeing across the room to the door which I eased open, as I dropped into the hallway.

And I carefully pushed Alicia's door open.

I don't know what I was expecting.

Maybe her on the floor, tangled in the sheets, face-planted from a nightmare?

Maybe her bawling her eyes out after having killed again while angrily scribbling in her journal about how much she resented me ever having dragged her into this?

Maybe her sleepwalking, knocking things off of shelves and sleep-cussing?
Whatever I expected, it definitely wasn't her being held up roughly by the collar of her shirt by the muscle of the posse congregated in her room, as another douche roughly inspected the slices on her forearm that I'd just attended to a couple of hours ago.

"This is her," he said. "She's got the tracker right here."

The floor creaked as I unwisely opened the door wider, but what could you expect?

I was in fucking shock.

"Will you-" Alicia squirmed pathetically, but it was four to one, each of them pussy-ish-ly clinging to an appendage as if they expected her to break free at any second and start wailing on them.

Hell, it's what I would do.

It was also what she was trying to do, to no avail.

The douche holding her arm noticed me at the same time the door creaked, and before I had time to react, he whipped a gun out of nowhere, and fucking SHOT ME right to the shoulder.

I staggered back, and stumbled harshly over my feet, falling backwards, and nailing the back of my head on the banister behind me before I hit the ground for real.

Fuck.

This fucking hurt.

I barely saw Alicia punch him as hard as she could with her now freed hand- breaking his nose for sure-before I had to close my eyes and deal with the pain for a second.

I looked to my shoulder, and noticed that the bullet was still lodged nastily in me- fuckin' gross.

If I was gonna help Alicia I had to help myself first.

I staggered back into the kitchen as quickly as I could, while running lopsidedly and clutching my gushing shoulder.

I passed Marcus' room- he hadn't woken up, he could sleep through anything- and I thought about rousing him but…no.

He was already on edge about us starting this again, I wasn't about to make him even less convinced we could take care of ourselves.

I blindly grabbed a pair of tongs from the still scattered medical supplies on the table, and quickly shoved part of a rag into my mouth before I got to work.

Biting down on the rag as hard as I could, but still feeling a hell of a lot of pain, I dug the bullet out of my shoulder, then pressed a handful of gauze to it.

A handful of medical tape was in my other hand as I sprinted back upstairs, ripping the rag as I yanked it out of my mouth, and wiping the unstoppable tears away(you try gouging a fucking bullet out of your shoulder, okay?).

I ran to my room grabbing my costume from the bundle on my floor, along my gun-full back pack and Kevlar.

I had a Glock all raised and loaded as I burst into the room once more- only to see Alicia gagged and over someone's shoulder as they trucked out the window.

"FUCK!" I yelled, as they all disappeared from sight.

They sprinted impressively to the windowless white van parked on the curb, and she was thrown in before I knew it.

I scrambled to the window, and pointed my gun expertly out of it, shooting once, twice, and killing two of the guys right then, but it wasn't enough.

The van drove away.

Again, FUCK.

ALICIA'S POV

I woke up with a bag over my head.

I screamed as loud as I could, but all I heard was echoes, over the chatter of my kidnappers right in front of me.

Even blinded I knew I couldn't do anything just yet.

Then the bag was gone, and I blinked furiously, looking out on them.

To my horror, I saw that Red Mist douche bag Mindy had told me about staring at me, brow furrowed, in full faggot-licious costume.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said in a nasally voice, thankfully dropping out of the ridiculous pose he had assumed a second ago.

"What is it, boss?" one of the guys asked.

Boss?

Someone took orders from this guy? Really?

"This isn't Hit Girl," he said.

"What about…but look!"

One of my arms was freed as the asshole painfully pulled it out of its cuff, and showed Red Mist the weird scratches on my arm.

I tried to move it away, but the ass held it with both hands and it was impossible.

"Look, boss!" the guy continued. "This is the girl Louie put the tracker on before he died."

"Well, Louie was a fucking idiot," Red Mist said.

It was hard to take him seriously.

That lisp was bad.

He grabbed my arm away from the other guy, and inspected it.

"What a waste," he said, and to my horror and distress, pulled a pair of tweezers out of fucking nowhere, and dug it into my arm.

I writhed in pain, and screamed, but he didn't stop or let me move, as he grabbed…something with the tweezers and yanked hard-

I was disgusted to see a weird ass mesh thing that made up the exact formation of the scratches pop out of my arm, as it started bleeding profusely.

He fucking tracked me?
I grabbed my arm back, but it didn't last- it was back in its cuff before I knew it.

"Well," Red Mist said. "I guess we can just keep her here until Hit Girl comes for her."

Last time I saw Mindy she was getting shot.

That could take forever to recover from.

Fucking great.

MINDY'S POV

After shrugging on my costume and loaded tool belt while running at the same time, I ran outside.

Truth be told, I didn't know what to do- I had no plan at all.

I had seen the direction the van had gone, but it had been a good ten minutes, what with my shoulder slowing me down, and my trying to get dressed at the same time.

I ran out into the street, pulling my wig on, and then I saw it…a purple fucking Ducati.

It was calling my name.

Not only would it be useful now, it was so fucking beautiful I might thought I might have to steal it for good, even though I knew it was…well, fucking wrong.

I needed it for sure now though.

I quickly pulled out a gun and shot out the ridiculous and useless lock chaining it to a pole for some reason, and straddled it, yanking out the three wires at the bottom that my daddy had taught me could be used to start it.

The wires sparked and the engine roared to life.

I pulled easily out, and turned around, heading in the direction they had driven.

I could see a suspicious looking brick building in the distance, and I headed for it.

I heard a faint scream from far away, and knew I was going the right way.

But would I be there in time?
I knew it was unlike me, but I still did it-

I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.

Help me save her, Daddy, I said, in my head, hoping he could hear me. You'll be proud of me tonight no matter what.

I gunned the engine, and sped off down the street.

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