Chapter 13

Mindy's POV

"Why the hell are you following me?" I ask the blonde girl who stands in front of me.

She bites the side of her lip nervously as she looks at me. "Well… um… my name is Lizzie and I really admire you Hit- Girl! You saved one of my sisters from a drug dealer who was using her as a prostitute. I was wondering if maybe you could train me." A hopeful gleam fills her green eyes.

Of course my first thought to this was 'Hell no!' but as I looked down at the girl who stood in front of me something changed my mind. "Okay. I have a couple of rules though." I say crossing my arms. The girls face lit up like a Christmas tree as I said the words. I gestured for her to come into the warehouse.

"Rule one: Don't give up my identity." I said, pulling off my wig and mask, setting my golden locks free. "I'm Mindy McCready." I held out my hand and she eagerly shook it before looking around in amazement at all the weapons. "Rule two: Tell no one about this. I'm not even going to tell my partner Kick Ass. It can be our little secret. Rule three: You do as I say. If I tell you to drop and do a million push-ups in three minutes, you better get your scrawny ass on the floor and try as hard as you can to get a million push-ups in three minutes. Rule four: You can ask me questions as long as they are not stupid questions. And finally Rule five: Training is every day at four am sharp. We meet here and you better not be late. Dress in soccer shorts and a t-shirt. Put your hair up and wear tennis shoes. Bring all of your school work and a case of water."

Lizzie smiled at me. "Got it! I won't let you down."

"For your sake, I hope you don't. Now go home and get some rest, we have a long day of training ahead of us tomorrow." I order.

She nods before walking out the door.

I plop down on the couch, exhaling loudly as I do. I pull my phone from my pocket, sending a message to Dave.

From: Mindy

To: Dave

You still fucking your whore?

Seconds later, my phone vibrates, signifying that Dave replied.

From: Dave

To: Mindy

She's not a whore. Please don't be like this tonight… But no, I'm doing homework. Why? Need me to come over for some training?

As I read the message, I actually consider inviting him over so that I can tell him about Lizzie. But then I thought about how he had ditched me for Katie five times in the past week. If he wanted to choose Katie over me, then fine, I would choose Lizzie over him. I wouldn't give in to my fucking hormones today. No matter how much I liked Dave like that, I just couldn't stand the fact that he kept choosing his dumb ass girlfriend over his best friend. And it wasn't like I couldn't give him anything that she couldn't. I had offered to fuck him on several occasions but he had brushed each one away as if he thought it was just a joke. Of course I was joking, but I actually did like him and if he did want to well you know… fuck me… well let's just say, I wouldn't say no to the opportunity.

From: Mindy

To: Dave

Nope, just wanted to tell you that training for tomorrow is cancelled.

I felt my phone vibrate but I ignored it, not wanting to talk to him.

….Ω….

"First, let's see how strong you are. Then we'll see how good you are at fighting, then we'll go on a run, and finally, I'll build up your vocabulary. After all the training, we can do school work. Don't worry, I can hack into the school system and make it seem like you were there." I tell Lizzie. She nods as I continue to speak. "Let's see how many push-ups you can do in a minute and then I'll have you do some one armed pull ups."

Lizzie drops to the floor and manages to do eleven in a minute. "Not bad," I note, remembering back when I had Dave do the same exercise and only doing five. "I can do seventy five in two minutes but we'll get you there soon enough."

We moved onto the pull ups. I showed her the correct way to do them before I had her doing them. She did about three before giving up in frustration. "It's too hard," she complained.

"If you're going to complain, use the right language. If you're going to pretend to be me, you have to build up your vocabulary. Instead of 'It's too hard' try 'It's too fucking hard' or 'It's too fucking hard Damn it!'" Lizzie lets out a wave of laughter before copying the second one.

I made her do about five before we move onto the fighting. I didn't want to push her too hard on her first day. I would make her do more tomorrow though.

"All right," I said, putting my hands out. "Come at me."

Lizzie bit her bottom lip nervously before throwing a punch at my face. I grabbed her hand and flipped her over, pinning her to the ground.

"You threw the punch wrong," I stated before helping her up.

We spent about three hours fighting (because Lizzie loved learning how to fight and thought it was fun) before we went on a two mile run. Lizzie kept up really well with me and didn't complain much. When she began to slow down towards the end, I would look back at her and she would shake her head from side to side before catching up to me, letting me know that she wasn't going to give up so easily.

We spent the rest of the day just sitting around, me teaching her new cuss words and us doing homework.

It became a routine for us and slowly, she started to become better than Dave.

I would still train with Dave, but our training sessions became less frequent.

Once he broke up with Katie, I began to have Lizzie pose at me. I would dress her up as Hit-Girl and she would go out patrolling with Dave.

Sometimes, I would dress her up in a different costume and we would go out patrolling together. She became one of my closet friends. We told each other everything and I just loved being around her and training her.

When she was killed, I was absolutely devastated. I felt like I had lost myself. We were so much alike and practically interpretable and so you can only imagine how crushed I was when she had been killed. You could say she was my best friend because in a way she was. When I was around her, things were completely different than they were with Dave.

The day of her death there was a knock on the door of the safe house. When I answered it, a girl with blonde hair and green eyes stood before me. She looked so much like Lizzie that I wanted to cry. The girl pulled a knife out and pinned me against the wall, the knife pressed firmly against my neck. "You got my sister killed you little whore. You're going to pay."

After a couple minutes of struggling, I managed to escape. I grabbed a knife from the table and hit the girl on the head with the back of the knife. She fell to the floor, unconscious; and I knew that I had minutes before she would wake again. So I ran around the safe house, packing everything that I would need.

Before I left, I looked around and saw pictures, memories of Daddy and I, Dave and I, and also of Lizzie and I. I squeezed my eyes shut and left, knowing that I would probably never return.

(A/N: So yeah, I decided to put this as the last memory for this fic. Anyways, I don't really know what to put in this AN so…. Review maybe?)