Chapter 11

Mindy's POV

"Well I was training this girl," I begin. "Her name was Lizzie and she really admired Hit-Girl. We started training back when you were dating Katie and would always make me go out alone while you were fucking her. Anyways, one day after I was patrolling, Lizzie followed me back to the ware house. I almost killed her when I saw her because she scared the shit out of me, but she told me that she thought I was a bad ass. She told me how much she admired me and begged me to train her. So, I agreed, and I trained her whenever you were with Katie or something. I had a huge crush on you, so it was nice to have someone to talk to about that kind of stuff, someone to help me get my mind off of things. She looked so much like me, it was scary. One night I dressed her up as Hit-Girl and she went out patrolling with you. The night that you killed Chris, she was posing as me. It bothered me a little that you guys would kiss sometimes on patrol, but I knew that she was trying her hardest to keep it to a minimum. Anyways, taking down Chris that night was a total surprise and she freaked the moment she saw that she would have to fight Chris. And before she could fight back, Chris had his sword in her. After her death, I found out that it was Captain Killer's sister. She was furious with me for getting her sister killed. She blamed me for the entire thing and I guess that in a way it was. She vowed to kill me and that was when I knew that I had to stay dead so that it would be harder for her to take me down."

A silence fills the air as Dave processes everything I just said. I stare at his face, waiting for him to say something. I study everything about his face, watching the emotions process. Shock, rage, happiness, love; it seems like almost every emotion crosses his face. He fixes his glasses before speaking. "So I kissed another girl?"

I laugh an actual laugh, something that I haven't been able to do in so long. I nod before taking his face between my hands and pressing my lips against him. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips moving in sync with my own. I groan as he pulls away. He stares at my face as I run my fingers through his curls. "I got charged for your murder," he finally says.

"What the fuck? I'm going to fucking kill Marcus. When's the court date?" I ask before sighing.

"In a week. So if we survive this little fight then I get to go to court to see if I am guilty or not for your murder. Luckily I have a witness aka Kick Ass," Dave says. And then he goes into the story about Todd being 'Kick Ass'.

I sit with my legs wrapped around his torso, running my fingers through his curls as I listen. After he finishes, I plant a kiss on his lips, and let my lips linger on his for a few seconds. "So, you want to kill some cunts? I've been itching to get some blood on my hands." I say hoping off his lap, a grin on my face.

Dave smiles, "I thought you'd never ask."

After about thirty minutes we're all suited up in costume, grins plastered on our faces. Taking his hand in mine, I lead him out of the safehouse. I take him to an alley where many assholes like to hang out, selling drugs, and making money off of cheap whores.

"Ding ding, we have a winner," I say as some cunts walk into the alley, pushing a girl with makeup dripping down her face against the wall. I watch as one guy raises his fist to punch her, and lands a hit on her nose. Blood spurts from her nose and drips down her face; though, she doesn't seem to care- all she's worried about is keeping her life.

Dave and I walk towards the men and that one girl, slowly making our way towards the beginning of a very bloody night. As they see us, their attention turns to us, and they take their hands off of her and approach us. Meanwhile, the girl with mascara and blood running down her pale face slumps down to the ground, looking at us with wide eyes.

"Well, well, well," I begin, "Look what we've found, Kick-Ass; a few dickheads who like beating up people that are weaker than them. I love dealing with this kind of people, don't you?"

Very awkwardly, Dave replies, "Um, yeah. You bet."

I mentally face palm. God. I so need to teach him how to act around people like this. He totally ruined that whole confident banter I had going on.

Despite that, I manage to keep that smirk on my face as I look at the three guys, sizing them up. The first guy is pretty scrawny; it's obvious that he wasn't really helping with beating up the poor girl. The other two, however, are muscular (of course, not as muscular as Dave, though), but I know I could easily take them down- which I will.

The first guy laughs. "He doesn't seem too sure about that. You sure he can fight us? Or will you have to save his sorry ass?" Walking up to Dave, the guy pulls out a pocketknife and holds it up against his throat. Seeing the guy do that sparks up flickers of rage in me, and I immediately pull out one of my pistols and shoot him in the dick.

I laugh as the guy falls to his knees, screaming in pain. The other two men stare with their mouths wide open, looking like shocked idiots. After grinning devilishly at them, I turn to Dave.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He nods. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

I smile at him for a second, and then look back to the other guys, who are still just standing there in awe of what I've just done, in fear of what I'll do to them. Pulling a combat knife, still smiling at the guys, I pick up the guy I've just shot by the collar of his shirt. Then I quickly take the knife and slit his throat, dropping him again once I do so.

"Well, you douchebags," I say to the other two guys, "Now, you can surrender, and my partner and I will make your deaths as quick and painless as possible…or, you can try to fight us and end up just like your friend over there." I point at the scrawny guy, who is now dead.

Obviously these guys have a death wish. Rather than surrendering, they pull out weapons of their own- another pocket knife and a short sword. Dave and I look at each other and smile before attacking, Dave going after the guy with the pocket knife and me going after the guy with the short sword. It's as if he knows that I would have preferred his fights the one with the smaller weapon.

The guy I'm fighting stands in front of me, scowling as he looks at me from head to toe, scanning me. I pull out a sword of my own as he does so- my favorite double bladed one. Swinging it at him, I watch as my sword slices him across the chest. He yells in pain as I swing again, this time cutting his leg. As he falls and hits the ground, I kick him in the ribs, hearing a sickening crack right after I do that.

I smile as I watch his face get pale, draining of color. His breath gets pained and heavier as his rib bone pierces his lung when I kick again- well, I can only assume it does; though, the way he's breathing indicates that it probably did cut into his lung. My grin gets wider as I watch him slowly run of out oxygen, dying. I keep looking at him and smiling, making sure that the last thing he sees is my face, taunting him and laughing at him.

After a minute, he dies the light fading from his eyes. I look over to Dave, who has just stabbed the guy in the chest with his own knife. I find it a bit weird how we finished fighting at about the same time, but I don't really care; I'm just happy that I killed someone.

We leave the bodies there to rot, and after taking the girl somewhere safe, we go back to the safehouse.

As soon as we get there, I push Dave up against a wall, pull off his mask, and start kissing him, pressing my lips to his. He kisses me back without any hesitation, ripping off my wig and running his hands through my blonde hair. Once the kissing starts to intensify, I reach behind him and unzip his costume. Then, after unzipping my own costume, I take him by the hand and drag him into the bedroom.

(A/N: So a huge thanks to HGF34567 who helped me write this chapter. She's awesome so you should check out her KA stories! See you next chapter!)