*Well…last chapter. Lets see how this goes. Thanks for all of the reviews, everyone! I really appreciate it, though some of the more negative criticism earned a scowl or two from me. Anyway, hope you like this!*
*Chapter 18*
ALICIA'S POV
Apparently "trying" isn't enough sometimes. I don't know how it happened, once again, I really don't.
I felt so fucking….empowered…it was fucking clobbering time, and everything!
But then I just lost it.
Anyway, for the whateverth time I was, once again, collapsed against a wall getting the shit beat out of me.
"Who the fuck are you anyway?" Red Mist demanded between cheap shots.
Hell, I don't even know anymore.
"Why are you even here right now?"
Uhh, your little team of bitches on steroids thought I was HIt Girl and dragged my reluctant ass out here just so you could rough me up a lil' bit. Oh, I'm still wearing my PJ's by the way, if you didn't notice.
"And where the FUCK is HIt Girl?"
Well, kicking me doesn't make me want to answer you, now does it?
BOOM.
Awww, shiiiiit…
Nothing like a good old kick to the face to wake you up and bring you back to reality.
I was peacefully zoning out.
I was ready to die on the ground right there.
And then Red Mist kicked me in the face, and in my haste to blink those pussy-ass tears out of my eyes, I looked up, and I saw them.
I saw Hit Girl and Kick Ass running up the rooftop.
In a second I realized how pathetic I must have looked…
Hair everywhere, bruises accumulating, and still wearing my stupid fucking unicorn pajamas (don't ask me why I even have those), and cornered, once again, by someone stronger than me.
"No fucking more," I murmured.
"What?" Red Mist stopped for a second to look at me quizzically.
Mindy and Dave had slowed down a little so they could sneak up on him, right as he pulled a beautiful little 9 mm out, and pointed it at me.
"I'm tired of this shit," he said, raising it higher.
Mindy and Dave drew closer still- they hadn't seen the gun yet, and I had something to prove.
In a sudden burst of energy, I kicked the gun out of his hand from my spot on the ground, and flipped over to catch it.
I snatched it, somehow, and blindly shot.
A resounding bang…deafening silence…then a piercing scream.
"FUUUUUUUUCCK!" Red Mist yelled.
Hell, I couldn't blame him, as I watched him collapse to the ground, clutching his bullet-wounded groin.
Mindy, holding a bat, and Dave, holding a gun, meandered over to look at the pathetic sight.
They stopped, and stood above Red Mist, watching him seriously lose his shit.
Or his balls, at least.
"She missed," Dave commented, watching Red Mist writhe around, while he nervously grabbed his own private parts.
Mindy smiled, a true, joyful, triumphant Hit Girl smile.
"No, she didn't," she said.
And she raised the bat over her head.
_THE END!_
Epilogue…
MINDY'S POV
I didn't kill him, if that's what you're wondering.
After a good fifteen minutes or so of anger management with a bat fun time, I finally backed off, and Dave and I stripped Red MIst of his nasty little he-dominatrix outfit, and duct taped him to a tree outside.
The authorities would find him later.
Alicia passed out right after the groin shooting incident, of course.
She had improved, yeah…but she was still a pussy, I have to say.
Still, it was victoriously that Alicia, Dave, and I headed back to Marcus' place, and cleaned up.
I watched Alicia angrily throw away her unicorn pajama bottoms…it seemed symbolic in a way. Like the unicorn chapter of her life was done, and now she was turning over a new, more badass leaf.
I never would have admitted it before, but she seemed to be a good person to have on the team.
Finally, we all headed downstairs for celebratory-post-Red-Mist-beating-breakfast, and as we started mixing together pancakes from a box, Alicia heard something.
"What the fuck is that?" she asked, putting her spatula down and listening intently.
Dave and I shut up, and heard it too…a faint thumping.
"It sounds like its coming from Marcus' room, Dave said.
Alicia looked at me for a second, then handed my bat to me with a significant look.
"Do what you have to," she said intensely.
I giggled.
We filed out of the kitchen, and made our way into Marcus's den of iniquity (ew, I can't believe I just talked about Marcus' fucking iniquities) and I turned to look at my…my friends…for a second.
It felt weird to think of Dave and Alicia as friends, but they were really the closest things I'd ever had to friends.
"1, 2, 3" I counted quickly, then I shoved the blunt end of the bat roughly into the right of the door, right near the nob, and it gave, swinging open, and slamming the wall inside.
I rushed inside, holding the bat in prime swinging position, and then I saw just what we were looking for.
Marcus was gagged, hog tied, and feverishly pounding on the wall for help.
"Marcus?" I demanded, looking over at Alicia and Dave who were sharing my incredulity. "What the fuck?"
Together we all kneeled around him, and quickly freed his bonds.
"Marcus, when the fuck did this happen?" Alicia asked.
"At about 4 in the morning," he replied.
We all looked suggestively at each other, each of us understanding that that had happened right before Alicia's kidnapping.
There was a long pause.
"I think Marcus needs some pancakes," Dave said finally.
We helped him up and led him to the kitchen, all of us watching guiltily as he gingerly rubbed the red marks near his mouth where the gag had been.
It wasn't until Marcus got up and went to the bathroom that I knew it was time for a serious talk.
"Red Mist is a dumbass," I started.
"Uh, no shit," Alicia agreed.
"No, as in he's not dead. So he'll be back."
Pause.
"And we'll be waiting for him," Dave said.
Dorky mother fucker.
But he was right.
The second I heard Red MIst was nearby I'd be at his doorstep with a balisong, a plunger, and bottle of shaving cream, and I would enjoy every fucking second.
So, if you're reading this, Red Mist, Hit Girl's calling you out.
Let's play.
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