The entire day I prepared myself for tonight. I was terrified, but so excited, by nine o' clock I was dressed and ready to go. As I began to er...develop I changed my appearance. Instead of a pink skirt and black boots I wore a black romper, it had little ties at the outside of the legs with the back cut out. Atop of that I wore a black corset, Covered myself in a grey hoodie, it had big brass snap buttons. And I wore a pair of grey ultra high converse, I folded the tops down, it was like my trademark. I still donned my purple wig, but It was different now. Instead of the childish bob wig, I had a long purple wig, it was slightly curly, and pulled to the back with pins. I was less of a child now, more like a real superhero...boobs and all.

I stuck my new mask on, and tooled up. I jumped from my window, and crashed down onto the pavement, and headed to the rendezvous point. As I walked the streets I felt that strange feeling again in the pit of my stomach. The eerie feeling ebbed away at my subconscious. I tried to understand but the sight of kick-ass made me snap back to business.

"Any visual yet?" I asked quietly.

"Not really, a few junkies, and some stray dogs, but the target is not yet accounted for." I understood his words, I took my place next to him.

"Are any of the others going to join us?" I asked.

"Unlikely, Headache is off with her unsuspecting man of the hour," we both laughed "and Elite is still in the hospital."

I remembered when Elite was taken down. It was a bad day for us, he was up against the G.I., a ruthless military themed villain. He beat Elite's face in with a pair of brass knuckles. My heart stopped when I saw the blood gush from his battered mouth. I tried not to think about about it, but the image kept reoccurring.

"Target sighted, one o'clock." Kick-Ass spoke.

"A.M. or P.M.?" I joked

I looked down the sights of my fifty cal sniper rifle, and there he was, Red Mist and all of his stupid cronies, The G.I., Dextrose, and HeadShot. I cringed at the sight of Red Mist the most though. He had so much damage to my life, if Kick-Ass had let me I would have killed him, but that wasn't the plan.

"Lets go." he whispered, and in an instant Kick-Ass and I were gone, a flash of green through the night.

I sneaked around the back of Red Mist, he was standing in front of a massive metal shipping crate, I was behind it, just waiting for the moment.

"OK guys when is the shipment getting here?" I heard red mists voice, it was slimy and sickening.

"Soon, soon boss." that was G.I., that bastard.

"Well what the fuck am I supposed to do, just wait around here for this shit? Fucking dumb asses. Why in the hell did I hire you for?"

"Oh take a breath Mist, everything will be just fine." that was Dextrose, fucking slut. I bet she fucks Red Mist on a daily basis, ugh, I thought to myself.

"Oh really?" kick-ass spoke at last, that was my cue, I darted out from behind the crate, and made it right behind Red Mist. There was a mad dash as I drew my sword and pulled it against his throat.

"Ready to die fagot?" I spit into his ear.

"Not yet dyke." he whispered to me, and turned, tripped me, and before I knew it it was an all out brawl.

Kick-ass was taking on dextrose and HeadShot while I beat the G.I. to a pulp for what he did to Elite. tears welled up in my eyes, the flashbacks were relentless. A puddle of blood on the weathered concrete, his broken jaw motionless as he struggled to speak to me, I remember holding him, telling him everything was going to be OK, as tears streamed down my face.

By the time the flashback was over, G.I. Was unconscious, and now HeadShot was no where to be found, dextrose was passed out, and red mist had disappeared as well. I looked over to Kick-Ass, he looked exhausted, blood trailing from his mouth. I'm sure my face was battered just as well, hopefully not as bad. I walked over to him and sat down on the asphalt.

We looked at each other and just started laughing.

"Nothing like old times right?" he said to me.

"Tell me about it." I said as I laid down.

"Well I have to go I guess, I need to clean up before I see Katie, you'll be OK getting home?" he said, I laughed and replied. "Um yea I think I can handle a few blocks by myself thank you very much."

We said our goodbyes and headed off. My legs felt like jello as I walked back home. The feeling in my stomach was growing more and more as I walked away from the scene of the fight. I shook my head and tried to think. I stopped walking and thought. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, this was irritating, what was wrong with me? I thought and thought and then it came to me....

"Anxious!" I exclaimed. But then I heard a voice...

"What did you say dyke?"