Alternate Ending (for chapter 16)

Mindy's POV

By the time we reach Captain Killer's room, my entire body is shaking with excitement and anticipation. "I can't wait to stomp her face under my boot," I whisper to Dave under my breath. He gives me a weary smile as I put my hands out in front of me to open the door.

"Mindy?" Dave says, grabbing my wrist.

I let out a sigh and turn to face him, wondering what he wants. I know that sounds kind of bitchy but I just want to kill this dumb cunt and get out of this damned place. "Every hero has a fatal flaw and yours is your confidence. Just remember that while you're fighting Captain Killer. You're not immortal Min; you can die so just be careful. Okay?"

"Okay Dave. I got it. Now can I go kill her?" I ask. He sighs and let's go of my wrist, giving me permission to leave.

I allow my confident smile to reappear on my face as I hand Dave Colonel and push the door open.

"Ready to die cunt?" I ask as I walk over to Captain Killer who sits on a spiny chair, a smug look glued on her face. She throws a knife at my face but I just catch it in between my fingertips and laugh. "Is that the best you've got?"

Dave's voice comes to mind, warning me not to let my ego get the best of me. I try to push the thought to the back of my mind, but his voice won't stop telling me over and over not to get overconfident.

Then, with one short flick of her wrist, her bodyguards are holding me down on the floor. Two are holding Dave on the side of me as Captain Killer makes her way over to where I struggle against the grip of her bodyguards. A light laughter escapes her lips as she reaches me. "Oh look," she mocks. "Poor little Hit-Girl, unable to save herself. Maybe I should torture her boyfriend a bit before I kill her off. Or maybe I should kill the dog first…" she trails off and winks at Dave. "What do you think Dave? Should I kill her first?"

He looks at me, a worried look on his face. "You're a fucking cheater." I spit at her, putting as much venom into my words as possible in order to make them sound intimidating. "Tell your guards to lay off so you can fight me yourself you dumb cunt."

"Oh well you see Hit-Girl, life isn't fair which is why I'm not playing fair. You don't always get what you want which is what I'm trying to show you. You want to live a normal life with Dave. I want my sister back alive. You see, we both aren't going to get what we want. You ruined my life and now it's my turn to ruin yours." Captain Killer flashes me a dazzling smile before pulling a knife out of her belt. "Now, let's begin."

I wince in pain as she slits both of my wrists. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes but I will not give her that satisfaction. I bite down on my bottom lip, hard, in order to contain my tears. "Hmm… you're not dying fast enough. Let's speed things up a bit because killing you is so boring since you refuse to scream in pain."

She plunges the knife into my chest and drags it down my stomach, stopping at my skirt. An antagonizing scream escapes my lips as blood pours from my gaping wound. Spots fill my vision and I can slowly feel the life draining from my body.

"Let him go," I hear Captain Killer say to one of her guards. Dave's face fills my vision and I manage a weak smile for his sake.

They say your life flashes before your eyes just as you're about to die; well it's true. I saw my daddy pushing me on the old swing set in our backyard, as the first image of my final moments. Next I saw my daddy and me drinking hot cocoa, the night after my first kill. Then, my daddy's death. Kick Ass and I killing D'Amico. Kick Ass finally kissing me. Marcus and I getting into another argument. And finally, the last image, Kick Ass, in suit, takes off his mask and clasps my hand in his own. I remember giving him a weak smile as tears fell down his face. "Stop being such a pussy, I'm the one dying," I muttered to him with one of my last breaths. He managed to put a weak smile on his face and whispered how much he loved me; you know all that sappy romance shit. He kissed me one last time and well, here I am now.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, we all have a story; our own unique story that makes us who we are. That story may not be pretty but it's part of us. It's what makes us, well us. Even though my childhood was taken from me, I wouldn't trade my life for the world. If it weren't for my daddy, than I could've turned into one of the queen bitch girls and I can't imagine how that would've turned out. My daddy gave me a shot at a dangerous, but yet adventurous life. There are many people who sit at home and do nothing with their lives but thanks to my daddy, I wasn't one of them. I got the rare chance to actually do something with my life. To make an impression on the world. Add meaning to the word life. To be a real life bad ass; a superhero.

My story is a very unique one indeed, not one you hear every day. And just because it's unique and involves a lot of violence and death, does not make me a bad guy or demented or different in a bad way. It makes me, me.

Marcus may think my daddy was a horrible guardian and parent for raising me the way he did, but I couldn't disagree more. Marcus may also say that it was wrong for me to be in love with Dave and finding pleasure in killing, but that's just me. Hit-Girl.

(A/N: Okay so that was the alternate ending. I had a lot of trouble choosing whether I should have used this for the ending or the one where Mindy turns out to be Lizzie. I really liked both ideas and in the end I obviously chose to use the other one rather than this one. I will be posting another chapter soon to let you guys know about my new fic. So yeah, review maybe and tell me your thoughts on the alternate ending!)