Mindi woke me up the next morning,
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" she said. I was chuckling as she pulled me up off the ground and we embraced.
"Thanks beautiful." I said. She tilted her head up and kissed me, passionate and ravenous. He pulled out a box, it was long and thin with a red bow.
"Open it." she said, grinning. I took the present removed the bow; I pulled the box top off and gasped. It was a Terzuola Combat Knife. It was shiny and looked VERY deadly.
"You really shouldn't have." I said.
"You need something better then that pussy ass club you got." She said, smiling wider. I hugged her,
"Thanks Mindi." I said, kissing her forehead.
"Don't worry about it, you wanna try it out tonight?" she asked. I nodded,
"Sounds like a date." She said. I laughed, blood and gore for some reason was romantic between us. so fucked up beyond repair, but it was the most real thing in my life at the moment.
Suited up again, my new blade attached to my belt and my club sheathed on my back, I was strangely proud of myself. I followed Mindi out the door; she was armed with her handgun and double butterfly knives. We hurried off down the street at a breakneck pace. We scaled a few building, leaping gaps and dropping six feet at a time before we finally heard gunshots. We sprinted to the edge of the building and spied two suits and a NYPD officer. They were pounding down on him as hard as they could, it was an African American guy and it wasn't his night.
"Can we interfere with this?" I asked. Mindi pulled out a monocular, she changed focus until she gasped and dropped it.
"MARCUS!" she yelled. She dropped off the side of the building, sliding down a drainage pipe. I followed in suit letting go about four feet before the ground. Two more suits stepped out as well.
"Hey there Hit-Girl, been looking for you." One of the said, drawing a knife out of his coat. She pulled out her pistol.
"Let him go." She said to them,
"Hit him again." He said to the suits. One of them drove his fist into the officer's stomach, causing him to cough and sputter as he tried to regain his breath.
"Fuck you scum." He said, he was cuffed again across the jaw. Mindi's hands were shaking a little now and I've never in my life seen her shake before.
"I said let him go!" Mindi said.
"Go ahead, shoot me! It's gonna get you in more shit then you are now." The suit replied. I took two steps sideways and put my hand into her waistband.
"Now's not the time." She said. I drew a baby pistol out of the waistband and cocked it. "oh." She muttered. I pointed it at the guy holding the officer, taking aim at his head.
"LET HIM GO!" Mindi bellowed. The suit just smiled as the suit holding Marcus pulled out a pistol, Mindi dropped her aim and fired, hitting the pistol and knocking it from his hand, she then raised the shot back up and fired, hitting the guy in the eye, blood squirted out as he dropped to the ground. I slid my gun into my waistband and drew my new knife out. I rushed forwards, slashing one of the suits across the pec as I grabbed his wild haymaker out of the air. I followed up with a stab to the jugular vein. Blood squirted out as he collapsed to the ground. I turned around and threw the blade forward, sending it into another suits forehead. I pulled my club out and turned again, smacking the last suit across the face with it, sending him stumbling back as Mindi drove her butterfly knife into his chin. The suit dropped to the ground, bleeding out steadily. I pulled my blade from the suits forehead and kicked him to the ground.
"Mindi." The cop said to her.
"Marcus." She said, hugging him. I turned to see this, confused.
"I'm assuming you two know each other." I said.
"Kyle this is Marcus, my guardian." Mindi said, I walked over and shook his hand.
"So, what are you supposed to be?" he asked.
"I'm Bloody Hood." I replied. Marcus started laughing,
"Bloody-Bloody Hood?" he said, laughing in hysterics.
"It's a work in progress." I muttered.
"Well anyway Bloody Hood." He said, but started laughing again. "Thanks for your assistance." He said finally collecting himself.
"You're welcome." I replied.
"Mindi, I thought you said you were done with this shit." He said to her.
"I couldn't help it, I like to help people." She replied. Mindi knew that might have been a lie, maybe it's because she killed too many people, maybe what they say is true. That once you kill it's hard to stop.