We entered a dock house; it had begun to rain as we entered the shelter. We were silent as we approached a group of guys unloading crates off of a little boat. I was assuming D'Amico drug runners because to the way they were dressed, suits and they all had weapons. Seemed organized well too.

"Hurry it up asswipe before I bury my foot in your beanbag permanently!" one of the guys said.

"Fuck off Try-hard." The boatman replied.

"Hows about we crash this little party." I said, Mindi was counting the guys.

"Four men, eh, this should be easy." She said. We stood up and charged in; I jammed my club into one of the suit's backs. He stumbled forward as I brought the dowel down on the back of his skull. He dropped to the ground, blood leaking from his head. I was hit in the ribs with a baseball bat; luckily my club took some of the blow. I did hit the ground pretty hard though, he raised the bat up and brought it down; I pulled my club up, stopping the blow. I kicked him in the knee, causing him to stumble backwards. I stood up and swung at him, he put his arm up to deflect the blow, but all he did was voluntarily give me his forearm to break. He cried out in pain as I hit him hard across the cheek. He stumbled backwards and I kicked him into the water. He was suck into the propeller of the boat and that was it for him.

"Damn, what a way to go." I muttered. Blood and chunks of human surrounded the boat as I was grabbed by the throat and tossed, soaring through the air and crashing into one of the crates. It broke under my bodyweight, spilling white powder out everywhere. The assailant came at me again, bringing a punch down at me, but I rolled away as he drove his fist into the wooden crate. He yelled out in pain as he drew his hand from the box to reveal a large piece of wood jammed between his fingers, he ripped it out and tossed it away. I ran up and drove my club into his chest, pushing him roughly against the wall and bringing the dowel up to his chin, cracking it. He cried out again as he gripped his chin. I hit him in the knee and finally bring it down on his forward. He collapsed on the ground, blood pouring from his caved skull. Mindi twisted one of the suit's arms behind his back, snapping it and disarming him. She picked his weapon, a switchblade, up off the ground and threw it, the blade traveled accurately through the air and into his skull. The guy dropped to the ground, a pool of blood surrounding his body. The final guy drew a gun out of his coat and pointed it at me. He was bleeding from his forehead. He started emptying the chamber of the firearm as I dodged the pieces of lead. One skimmed my arm, cutting it open and sending blood flying out. Mindi rolled out of the path of the bullets as well and as soon as he went empty, reloading. I grabbed one of the many bags of cocaine and threw it at him. He shot it like it was skeet, just as I hoped. White powder filled the room and I covered my mouth as I rushed forward, grabbing the pistol and punching the suit as hard as I could in the chest. He stumbled back, wheezing before picking me up and throwing me down on the floor. I aimed the gun, pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through his knee, he began falling to the ground as I fired again, bullet tearing through his skull. He dropped to the ground, dead. I picked tossed the pistol into the river along with kicking the crates of cocaine into the murky water. Then I walked over to Mindi who was still laying on the ground. I picked her up, she looked at my arm.

"Just a scratch." I said.

The rest of the week was spent as me, not Bloody Hood. Mindi and I hung out as ourselves without worrying about crime fighting. We were, at least for that stretch of the week, living live they way it's supposed to be. Without bullets whizzing constantly around your head, spending it falling in love.

"I love you." She said, smiling as we sat at the table at lunch that Friday.

"I love you too." I replied, kissing her.

"Okay, stop with the mushy shit. I swear imma vomit." Lenny stated.

"Two polysyllabic words in one sentence? Damn you're starting to learn third grade English." Ryan said, laughing. Mindi was warming up to the guys; she now knows that not all of them are tools like Lenny, and that they are nice and funny.

"Fuck off needledick." Lenny retorted. I chuckled and Mindi laid her head on my shoulder, still smiling.

"Hey Kyle." I heard a voice say from behind. I turned to see Sam; he was all recovered from his pounding, though I could still see a couple bruises.

"What up Sam, sit down, stay a bit." I said, patting on a seat next to Mindi. He plopped down and was quiet for a second.

"So, what's good?" I asked. He shrugged,

"Sam, you shouldn't talk to this dickless bastard, he likes little boys like you." Lenny said.

"Fuck you peewee." I said. Sam was laughing pretty hard too. Mindi was giggling a lot, she seemed pretty happy. You better know I was too.