Danger. Danger. Danger. Sell me your love. Hey girls.

A large abandoned fish cannery or some shit, The Toxic Mega Cunts took over the spacious building, making it their own. It took for-fucking-ever to get done so it was up to snuff, but with hard work and a shit ton of money, this place was fucking awesome! There was a stage, to better address his followers; a fully stocked bar, which was one of the first features they had installed and finished; a bitchin' DJ and sound system wired throughout the building; digital displays and banners to show their villainous pride; rotating tables to get a 360 degree view of the strippers; pinball machines and other games to blow off steam; an indoor garage to show-off; and a mother fucking shark tank! What lair was complete without a shark?

Walking in with what he referred to as 'the core group' , The Mother Fucker was seeing the final product for the first time. He was so stoked by what he was seeing, he couldn't help but to give the air a little pelvic action. "This evil lair owns!"

Already served a drink and seated at one of the tables, Black Death looked over at the Mother Fucker, wondering if the kid was for real. "Do people still say that? 'Owns'? "

"Yeah, of course." The Mother Fucker was kind of just walking around, still taking everything in.

"It's not bad." Genghis Carnage stepped in, taking a seat next to The Tumor, who was already stuffing his face with a bowel of popcorn. "But there's something wrong with your shark."

The Tumor chimed in, a fist-full of snack food as he indicated the stagnant sea dweller behind them. "You used the wrong kind of water."

The asshole working maintenance - the one in charge of almost everything - came down the stairs that lined either side of the tank, "No. Chris. That's just their way of settling in to their new environment."

"Black Heart did good." Mother Russia acknowledged the other woman while their boss was getting into an argument over the shark situation. "Where is she?"

Yeah, it felt as if none of them had seen a lot of her since she had come back from the hospital after she tried to off herself. Normally she would be somewhere nearby, shouting at someone or if he wasn't too busy with something else, sucking face with the Mother Fucker. If he was, she would be right by his side. Now that The Toxic Mega Cunts had their base and all of the superheroes were being rounded up for their own actions, the core group would have figured that the two of them would be off, christening the new building. Like the Engergizer Bunny of sex.

Altercation over for the moment, The Mother Fucker's face twitched in annoyance as he looked back at his henchmen. Ever since she had tried to leave him, Emily had been staying in some bullshit funk she called 'seclusion', but really she had just been sitting on her ass, ignoring him. Whatever was running through her mind, it was fucking annoying. Sure, she had still come in to perform her duties as Black Heart, but there was just something off about her...

It was probably that asshole's fault! Not really much of a secret that her best friend had never liked him, admittedly that was a deep-seated hatred they shared, this was just the excuse he had been waiting for to try to split them up. Knight wouldn't put her life in danger (Chris gave him credit for that much), so he obviously didn't put her up to the suicide attempt, but he was still a conniving cuntsicle, so he had probably twisted her mind until she saw things his way. Or maybe it wasn't that he was going after them maliciously - that would never work anyways - what if he was trying to make them split up by suggesting that they take the next step in their relationship and add all that unnecessary pressure?

That would be just like him, the little cum-stain. It wasn't like Chris hadn't thought about their future together - even back when his father was alive they had discussed the possibility of Chris marrying her - he just thought that they didn't need to complicate things when they were pretty much married already anyways. He assumed that she had known as much and was cool with it, but apparently not...

Hm, would a ring really be all he needed to get her back to the Emily he knew and loved...?

"She's still recovering." It wasn't a lie - he just wasn't being specific about what she was actually recovering from. But why did he need to tell these pecker-woods anything? Chris had sworn that she was going to pay for making him unable to perform, and he kept his word. Did he need to add the interest from her scaring him and making him think that she was going to leave? Possibly not, but it was done now. "Black Heart should be back in commission soon."

Except he was wrong about that...

[Some Time Later...]

Killing Kick-Ass' father in prison and texting him the picture was a brilliant idea, but the one downside was that young Mr. Genovese wasn't there to personally see the look on his sorry face when he got the news. But from personal experience, Chris knew that the pain never went away - it only became bearable. Still though, it seemed as if so much was going right, and yet, there was always some kind of a kink in the proceedings. The lair was finished, but MC Shark was possibly deceased. Emily was back and in good health, and yet she was pulling away from everything, as if she were dying on the inside.

As if to ensure that this cycle continued and his victory was dampened, Emily chose the eve of the most important night of Chris' life to come to him. The fucking night before they were going to get Kick-Ass and finally kill him! She had waited this long, so why the fuck couldn't she wait one day more?! Well, more like two, because he imagined that the party would last over twenty-four hours; knowing him so intimately, that was probably why she chosen this moment...

Waiting for him to get back from what they commonly referred to as 'work', the artist was standing across from the door, her hands clasped a little below the waistline. Her eyes were bloodshot and smeared, giving off the impression that she had been crying all day. By the way she was looking at him, he could tell that this was serious, that in this moment, there was no Mother Fucker and no Black Heart, no Toxic Mega Cunts, and not even a grudge match - there was just Chris and Emily. Maybe not even an Emily... She was just so preoccupied in her own damn mind!

It was easy to see that she wanted to run to him and throw her arms around his neck and just forget about everything, but it was one of those rare times that that option was impossible. Emily had had days now to find the exact words to say, but she was just so confused... No, there was no turning back. "Chris, we have to talk."

"About tomorrow?"

She shook her head, wishing that it were only about tomorrow. "Not quite. I mean you of all people should realize that a lot could happen tomorrow, right? I know that you're going to win, but..." Emily sighed, walking over to the couch so that she could sit down. She was quiet until he sat next to her, both of them rotating their bodies so they could face each other, her hands resting on his knee. "I think we've put this off long enough... There's something that's been on my mind, and I have to ask before it drives me insane... Where do you see us? Say you kill Kick-Ass and the city burns at your feet, what next? Will you you focus on building up your own empire? And what about me...?" Damn her eyes, she couldn't hold it back anymore as she choked up, "Will you just cast me aside when you don't want me any more? Am I just some kind of bridge to normalcy?"

Was that what this is about? Her thinking that he didn't love her anymore because he was so busy doing this thing for them? Didn't she realize that this was just as much for her as it was for him? Well, maybe not just as much, but there was a part of this that was for her as well. He scoffed at Emily's stupidity, "Dumbass. Of course I love you! Don't you remember that they killed your father too?"

Predictable. She had been expecting that kind of answer from Chris, and while this did help somewhat (ok, it was almost everything she needed to hear), she needed to go further back, to know that her entire life wasn't built on the wrong kind of ground. "Before that. You told me that you loved me the first time that we had sex, and I need to know if you meant it."

Chris was feeling backed into a corner and therefore defensive. He wasn't likely to forget it, but she honestly expected him to remember that night? Pft, typical chick bullshit. "Did you forget? You made me do it. If only you had consented, I would have had to take what I wanted." He always said 'take what he wanted', but he never came outright with it and said the word 'rape'. "The heart came later."

Fraying, something unraveled inside of her mind, breaking inside of her chest when he admitted that he had lied to her when he had first told her that he loved her. "You told me that you loved me... I thought all of this time that it was for my own good, that I was completely to blame, but all this time, it was you..." Shocked, Emily had thought that the turmoil inside her mind couldn't get any worse than what it had been, but apparently she was mistaken about that. "How could I have been such an idiot? You just used me, and I was dumb enough to think that you...!" Sobbing, Emily removed her hand from his knee, wanting at that moment to never touch him again. "You raped me, and I let you do it for years! You don't love me... You can't love anything!"

"Do you really want to play this game?" Chris cocked his head at her. "You fucking whore."

Why not? Might as well as put it all out there now! "Yeah, I'm a whore. The only person I was ever with was you!" Well, that wasn't strictly true, because there this one time they had dropped some laced ecstasy with one of his dealers and her girlfriend, but she barely counted that (mostly because she didn't remember a great deal of what had happened between them and those two girls). "I gave you my heart from the very beginning! And what, you gave me a fraction of a thought once? And when was that? The second time you raped me? The fourth? Because it sure as fuck wasn't when I tried to kill myself!"

Backhanding her, they could hear one of her teeth braking as her head spun around and struck the back of the divan. Spitting the tooth out just before he could grab her face by the jaw, copious amounts of gore hit the back of the sofa, dribbling down her chin as she cried out at the searing agony blazing up and down the side of her cheek. "You stupid cunt. You think that I don't love you? I fucking waited at that hospital for you to wake up, you gash, and I almost didn't even go fuck that stupid whore that was fucking Kick-Ass! In fact, I couldn't get it up, because of you! Do you realize how much that embarrassed me in front of my men?" He rubbed her inner though, the tips of his fingers gliding through the space beneath her shorts. "Something tells me that that won't be a problem tonight."

Where constricting fear not coursing through her veins, Emily might have felt responsible for what had happened to him with Night Bitch, but the terror suffocating her chest was far stronger than any guilt she had at learning that he had been there for her. She screamed out, but it was pointless, because unlike what happened at her birthday party, there was no one that even could hear her. That dangerous gleam was back in his eyes, but there was no enjoyment in him thinking that she was on the verge of abandoning him. His eyes flashed as he pounced on top of her helpless form, pinning her against the davenport, breath warm against her ear as he bit her earlobe.

Whispering in her hair, his tone was nothing short of menacing when he spoke, "You can't stop the inevitable - you belong to me! Even try to leave me, and I will kill you myself. I might not be able to beat those heroes with my bare hands, but you, I know I can kill." If he didn't love her, he would have killed her so long ago; but no matter how much he cared for her, he would not hesitate to end her if she betrayed him.

Tears rolled down her eyes, mixing with her blood. He kissed her face, trailing a soft path across her lips until he found the place where it hurt her the worst, at which point he added pressure to his actions, gratified by every time she would whimper from the pain. She hurt him, he hurt her back worse. No matter how much he cried and acted like she didn't like it, obviously she was lying, or else she wouldn't keep coming back for more. A sadist and a masochist, they were made for each other... At least he thought so...

[Later...]

After he had finished making her see the error of her ways, only pausing for one fleeting second to ponder upon the option of just fucking her raw and ending her misery, or taking his sweet time making (some twisted kind of) love with her as he made her see just how much he loved her - as if there really a choice - he opted to make her suffer. Apparently she had gotten careless on the pedestal, so it was time to re-educate her with the laws of gravity: Bitch goes up, bitch comes down.

Brushing the hair from the back of her neck, Chris absent-mindedly petted her head while he flicked through the channels on the internet-connected TV, finding an old clip from 'Funny or Die'. Watching, he laughed at the two gentlemen seated at a rather nice table in the middle of nowhere, eating a plate of spaghetti. Until he had turned on her like this, Emily had been so terribly conflicted about what to do with their little problem - a problem that only she knew existed - but now, she knew exactly what had to be done...

Tonight was all the proof she needed to know that they weren't prepared for this... That she wasn't ready to do what was right, that even after everything, she still couldn't find it in her heart to say good-bye...

So I have no idea what the actual lyrics are, since no one seems to have them (not even a guess), but this is supposed to be the song "Danger", by Marco Polo and Torae. It plays the first time you see the Mother Fucker's lair (in the second movie), when they're talking about his sick shark and what to do about Kick-Ass and his dad. Again, this chapter underwent a number of rewrites, but I think that this worked out the best. Anyways, that video that Chris is watching at the end is a real video - one that I find highly amusing! They're called "You're So Hot", if you haven't watched them (the one in the story is part deux), and they star Dave Franco and Christopher Mintz-Plasse. Yup, shameless advertisements! Seriously though, they make me crack up, especially the second one!

So, if you like really jacked humor, Christopher Mintz-Plasse, and/or Dave Franco, here's the Youtube link to the first (note, I'm not responsible for what you'll see/hear when you watch this video) short:

(enter the youtube website and add the blackslash) watch? v=J6QOLBHPF18

And here's the second (which is the one featured in the story), if you're interested:

(enter the youtube website and add the blackslash) watch? v=ssw-mPYRSZs

Sorry that came out so balls - I'm really not that familiar with linking stuff... Anyways, I hope that some people review!

Kick-Ass is the property of Mark Millar and John Romita Jr. Emily Vela is mine. Knight, and all minors too.