I closed my locker door hard, turning and walking down the hall, on my way to Mindi's locker. Just as I was going to cross the last intersection, a large group of teens barged into my path. I stood patiently as the all exited the building hastily. I hurried across before another group of students get in my way. I strut down to Mindi's locker, kissing the back of her neck. She stops for a second and I feel the goosebumps form on her skin as a chill goes down her spine.
"Hi." I say cheerfully. She turns around and smiles, pecking my lips,
"We ready?" she asked.
"I'm always ready beautiful." I retorted.
We entered the warehouse, hanging our book bags and such up before diving headlong into planning the night.
"So, do you wanna go hunting tonight?" she asked. I shrugged,
"What do you wanna do?" I asked. She picked up her pistol, cocking it and putting it on safety.
"That settles that." I said, removing my shirt and revealing my underarmor. I pulled the hood out of my bag and slid it on. I twirled my club around a bit before sheathing it on my back.
The scream echoed through the air as we darted down the alleyway. There was a bang as I watched a man slide across the asphalt and into a wall of metal trashcans. The cans tumbled over as he collided with them. We rushed forward as three guys; big guys came in for more.
"Fuckin with our coke eh!" one of them said in a heavy New York accent.
"I didn't do anything I swear!" the man being pounded said.
"Bullshit!" one of the others said, driving his fist into the poor guy's mouth. I came out, unsheathing my club and swinging it into one of the thugs' temple, he stumbled back, dazed for a second. Mindi was already on him, stabbing him multiple times ferociously with her butterfly knife. I hit the next guy full on in the stomach, causing him to bend over. I then proceeded to sweep him out using the club. The guy dropped onto his back as I came down on his sternum with the dowel. Blood leaked from his mouth as I heard his final breaths leave his mouth. I back-kicked the next guy into Mindi's path as she threw her butterfly knife, it cut through the air like butter and entered his skull forcefully. The pounded guy coughed up a little blood but managed to utter,
"Thanks." To us before passing out. I picked up one of the suits cell phones and called 911.
"Those guys were D'Amico boys, why were they roughing up a nobody for cocaine?" Mindi asked.
"Maybe they really like cocaine." I replied. Mindi smiled slightly, still hard at thought. We were dressed in our civilian clothing, almost seemed foreign to me now. She sat down on my lap, frustrated a bit. I wrapped my arms around her, her scent pleasantly invading my nostrils. (Pleasant invasion, the one where the invaders give you apples and cinnamon sticks. Yeah, not that other kind of invasion, not Poland in my nose) Mindi, kissed my lips, my heart began racing fast and relentlessly. Each pass of our tongues made my heart speed up more and more. Our bodies brushed and I felt her heard beat as well, speedy and persistent.
We lay on the ground again, twice in the span of a week, two rushed actions, two nice, meaningful rushed actions at that. Mindi was once again sleeping next to me, I was giddy as a school boy and don't care who knows it. She was so warm against my skin, so full of life and beauty. I couldn't avert my eyes from her until I myself began to fall asleep.
"You cunt, splitting my sternum like that for one fuckin guy! What do you think you are, Batman?" one of the goons from that night said, blood still pouring from his mouth. He was coming at me with a crowbar, swinging wildly. Blood was dripping onto my costume, staining it as he pounded on me with the crowbar.
"Piece of insignificant shit!" he kept screaming. With every blow I became more and more numb and stopped fighting the attacks.
"KYLE!" Mindi bellowed into my ear as I shot up into consciousness. I was breathing heavily, sweating bullets.
"Kyle, are you okay?" she asked, touching my cheek. I nodded,
"Bad dream." I replied. Mindi kissed my lips, drawing the fear and sadness from my body and replacing it with love and happiness. I rolled over on top of her, still kissing her passionately. The kiss broke,
"What is this dream about?" she asked, gripping my shoulders.
"The people I've killed, all of them I dreamt about at least once each." I replied. She kissed me again,
"It's okay Kyle, I'm here for you. They're just dreams." She whispered into my ear. I dove back into her lips, her body, her everything, finding comfort in her love and movements with ease.