This chapter is the continuation of Chapter 57: Emotion – Part I of my other story: Forsaken.

Safehouse A

The boy was taken completely by surprise.

The door behind him suddenly burst open and crashed against the wall. Joshua grabbed the pistol that he had left on the countertop, beside him, and he turned towards the intruders. Before he could aim, the pistol was kicked from his hand and he felt myself hauled out of the kitchen and thrown across the room, hitting the far wall and he was momentarily stunned.

"Invade my fucking Safehouse, would you?" the intruder snarled. "You're gonna fucking regret being here, cunt!"

Joshua stared up and he tried to focus, just as a fist hit him across the jaw and he was dragged up and thrown across the room, again. He tried to get up, to fight back, but he was pushed back down. Next, he found himself on his back with a sharp blade to his throat and he felt a sharp pain as the blade bit into his throat; he could feel warm blood trickling down his neck, his blood.

He was scared, shit scared; he started to shake.

..._...

"Don't move a fucking muscle, cunt!" the girl growled. "What the fuck are you doing in my fucking Safehouse?"

"I thought – I thought it was abandoned," Joshua stammered quickly. He was panicking and tears were starting. "I needed a place to stay."

"Not fucking good enough!" the girl growled, and she started to steadily increase the pressure on the knife. "You fucking die, cunt!"

"Please. I beg you." He was really crying by that point; literally begging for his life.

Then he heard another voice, from behind the girl who was about to kill him. A voice, a voice from another life, a voice . . . a voice that he recognised.

"Mindy! Stop! Fucking stop, for the love of God!"

..._...

Joshua felt the blade removed from his throat and instead, the cold steel of a gun was put to his left temple.

"Don't fucking move!" the girl growled, viciously.

"It fucking can't be. . ."

"What?" the girl asked, apparently annoyed and a little confused.

"Josh?"

"You know this boy?" The girl demanded, incredulously.

"That's Joshua; the boy I told you about. But, he's supposed to be fucking dead!"

Joshua felt myself being yanked to his feet, and he saw a vicious faced girl, seething with rage, standing in front of me. She holstered the pistol and cleaned off her blade, which Joshua quickly recognised as a Balisong, before she expertly flipped it closed, and stowed it in a pocket of her jeans. He was still shaking, but no longer crying and his throat hurt from where he had been cut. He turned to the other girl, the voice he had recognised, but not heard in months.

"Ch . . . Chloe?" he asked, incredulously; the hair was different, but those eyes.

"Yes, Joshua, it's fucking Chloe!" Chloe growled back.

He was a bit shocked at the growl, but not half as shocked, as he was next. Chloe bolted across the room and she kicked him in the chest, sending the boy flying backwards and onto the floor. Chloe then knelt astride him (which, a part of him thought was really cool) and she started slapping him, hard.

"Why the fuck?" SLAP! "Did you not tell me," SLAP! "That you were fucking," SLAP! "Alive!" SLAP!

..._...

Mindy really had no fucking idea what the hell was going on.

She quickly moved forward, grabbed Chloe around the waist, and she pulled her off the boy, before she killed him.

"Chloe quit it, NOW!" she growled into her ear.

Chloe seemed to sort herself out, quickly.

"Sorry, Mindy," Chloe said, and Mindy let her go.

"What the fuck is going on?" Mindy demanded, angrily.

"That snivelling little fuck, on the floor, is Joshua Williams. I thought the fucking bastard had died. That was why I moved to Chicago. I fucking cried for a month, for that snivelling little bastard!" Chloe spat malevolently.

"Chloe, I did die; they resuscitated me. I was in a damn coma for four fucking weeks. Look . . ." the boy, Joshua, replied, pulling up his t-shirt.

Mindy was shocked; she could see scars on his chest and more scars on his stomach. The scars were from burns and severe lacerations.

"Okay, Joshua, you can cover them," she said, quietly.

Chloe was appalled at both the scars and herself.

"I'm so sorry, Josh. I really am; I didn't know," Chloe said, sobbing, as Josh came over and hugged her tightly.

"There was no way to tell you. I tried to find you, but you had moved," Josh explained.

"I assume you have no home," Mindy said.

"I walked out of the hospital before they found out who I was. I went home and packed what I needed, then I found this place and it seemed ideal," Josh explained. "It looked abandoned . . . sorry."

"It was abandoned, sort of, but not permanently," Mindy replied.

..._...

We sat down, around the table, drinking coffee.

"Mindy, I . . . you must be Hit Girl," Joshua stated.

Fuck!

"Can't really deny it, can I?"

"So, . . ." the boy mused, looking at Chloe. "That would make you . . . Shadow."

"I . . . I . . ." Chloe stammered, looking to Mindy for guidance.

"I saw you both in action, about six weeks ago, in Chicago. You looked really hot, Chloe," Joshua said, blushing deeply.

Chloe opened her mouth to reply, but she closed it, as she blushed bright red. Mindy nodded at her.

"Yes, Josh, I'm Shadow, and thanks for the compliment."

"You never told me that he was a fucking Brit," Mindy commented.

"Sorry, never occurred to me. I think his accent is cute and I think he is, too," Chloe replied, blushing again.

Joshua blushed, too!

Marcus' House

Mindy insisted that Joshua came back with them to Marcus' house for the night.

Not only did Mindy want to talk to him further, but she also needed to tend to the wounds which she had inflicted. When they got back to the house, Marcus was already there.

"Hi, Marcus, we have a house guest," Mindy said, as Marcus came out of the kitchen.

"Oh, the British vigilante," Marcus said, in a good impression of Sean Connery.

"You two have met?" Mindy asked, incredulously.

"Hi, err, Lieutenant," Joshua said with a cheery little wave.

"We met in, err, my official capacity," Marcus admitted.

"The Lieutenant cuffed me and took my, err, your pistol," Joshua explained, looking at Mindy.

"It seems that I have a soft touch for vigilantes; can't think why," Marcus said looking directly at Mindy and making her feel uncomfortable.

Mindy noticed that Chloe looked the same way.

"We found him at Safehouse A; he'd been living there. I kinda got a little bit angry and threw him around a bit," Mindy admitted.

"You beat up a young boy and . . . What is that?!" Marcus exclaimed, looking at Joshua closely. "You slit his throat!"

"Well, I am Hit Girl. I hit, and I don't tap gently!" Mindy retorted. "I was very annoyed, at the time, about him invading my Safehouse!"

"So, he knows about your err, little purple problem?" Marcus quipped.

"Yes, he does. He knows about Chloe, too," Mindy replied. "It also sounds like you owe me a pistol, Marcus."

"You'll get it back . . . probably."

..._...

Chloe helped Mindy to tidy up Joshua's wounds, especially his neck.

Mindy noticed that they both kept blushing, every time that Chloe touched Joshua's skin. It was very sweet, and Marcus said so, which made them both blush bright red. There was something good about those two, but Mindy sensed that something was not right about the boy and for some reason she did not trust him. Nevertheless, for the moment, she thought that they might need his help. Marcus served dinner and they all sat down to eat.

"So, young Joshua, how did you end up in Mindy's vigilante nut house?" Marcus asked, receiving a scowl from Mindy.

You are advised to read Chapter 10: Sleep of The Vigilante - Day 1 of Feral next . . .

Updated: January 2018