I know your pain is for a reason. You need to feel to know that you're alive. –Kutlass

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*Chapter Seventeen*

ALICIA'S POV

I tried.

I really did- I fought hard against those ropes, but Red Mist's cronies must have been a bunch of goddamn sailors, cause those knots were unbreakable.

After I had struggled painfully out of my cuffs and bitch slapped one of them twice, they'd rethought their approach and tied me to a chair.

And it worked much better, to my chagrin.

I sat back, glaring at them.

Not that I was complaining or anything, but I was kind of surprised that they weren't like-

"Hey, maybe we should torture her a bit. Then Hit Girl will speed up."

-torturing me.

I should have knocked on fucking WOOD.

"Fuck," I said under my breath, fighting the knots again.

"Oh, we got her scared," one of the guys chuckled.

And then he slowly came towards me flipping open a switchblade, and just as I was probably about to lose my fuckin' ear or something-

BANG!

For a second, I wasn't sure what happened.

The guy had stopped, shocked by the noise, and as he raised his knife and swung it, one of the thin chair legs snapped- after being shot through- and I fell back through the air, and painfully on my hands.

Hell, I wasn't complaining though- I was completely unscathed, blade-wise.

"What the fu-"
BANG.

The rest of the guys quickly huddled around the now fallen "soldier", who had been shot dead, point blank-

And Hit Girl stood heroically behind him.

I say Hit Girl, not Mindy Macready, because that's truly who it was.

I was starting to realize that Mindy and Hit Girl really were two different people.

Mindy Macready might have a potty mouth, but she would never kill anyone.

And Hit Girl might have a gun in each hand, but she would never shed a tear- ever.

Both versions of Hit Girl or Mindy Macready, or whoever the hell she was were perfectly compacted and kept away from each other.

It was when they collided that shit got real.

"It's fucking clobbering time!" Hit Girl shrieked, and I struggled to watch her from my unfortunate broken-handed place on the ground, as she sliced and diced (oh hey, butterfly knives.) her way through the clumps of shitty mobsters.

But more were coming.

I had just realized that it didn't look like Red Mist was gonna show from wherever he had disappeared to.

It seemed like he was all talk- maybe he said he wanted revenge on Mindy, but that didn't mean he was going to act on it.

Pussy.

I watched on in horror, however, as a mobster Hit Girl hadn't paid attention to slowly advanced towards me.

Hit Girl quickly kicked one of the switchblades towards me, and as I struggled to flip it open with my injured hands-how the fuck did this always happen?-the man came closer.

"Need some help with that?" he asked.

BOOM.

Kick to the stomach.

"OOF!"
Round two.

The guy continued taking ridiculously cheap shots, and then suddenly, the knife was open, the ropes were off, and I-

I was pissed.

I have no idea where the hell the energy came from, but I sprang up, and smacked him harshly in the face with my elbow, and my knee roughly found his stomach as he fell.

"Asshole!" I yelled, kicking him in the stomach like he had kicked me not too long ago.

I turned slightly to see Hit Girl- laughing at me and my anger, as usual.

As another guy- thankfully unarmed- lumbered towards me, I roundhouse kicked him, but he was strong and barely felt it.

He open handedly slapped me, but I sloppily grabbed his shirt to keep from falling, and deftly maneuvered the gun out of his belt, my hand twitching in pain.

He realized what I was doing, and blindly snatched for his piece back, but I squeezed the trigger, and one round landed perfectly into his hand.
"FUCK!" he roared.

I shot him again, this time in the heart, and he stilled.

Did I feel bad?
Yeah, maybe a little.

But I didn't let that slow me down.

"Alicia! Shit!" Hit Girl screamed, and I turned to see her pinned down by a man three times her size, as she took hit after hit, without a single complaint. "Red Mist!" she yelled, and nodded her head- recovering quickly from another slap-in the direction of a certain leather clad asshole running away.

So he was here.

Instinctively I ran to help her, but she stopped me.

"Don't fucking worry about me!" she said. "Just make sure that faggot doesn't get away!"

I was worried, until I saw her tiny purple leather clad knee somehow wiggle out from underneath the man, and she clocked him hard in the face, definitely slowing him down.

She was going to be fine.

Red Mist, however?

He wouldn't be.

I realized he was heading for the roof of wherever the fuck we were, and so I ran up the several flights of stairs, panting and wringing out my screwed up hands, but carefully clinging to the gun and crappy switchblade I still held.

I saw his crappy ass wig bobbing in the distance a flight ahead of me, and then he was out- bursting through the door ahead of us, and onto the rooftop.

"Fuck!" I cried, taking in the sight of the inactive helicopter waiting for him.

But I was gaining on him fast.

He didn't have time to look at the pilot or clue him into the fact that he was there- hell, the guy was asleep.

And he didn't notice me sprint forward, kick roughly off, and grab Red Mist around the neck, bringing him heavily to the ground.

"What the fuck?" he said, rolling over.

Hit Girl's words rang in my head, as I pulled the slide on the gun I held.

"It's fucking clobbering time," I said.

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