Title: Can I Help You?

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Violence

Summary: The flock settles down in NY, but when Kick-Ass and the gang show up, things start getting complicated: identities, relationships, secrets, and yeah… trying to save the world doesn't help much either.

Feedback: It's always loved and appreciated, guys.

Disclaimer: I own neither characters; I just use them as barbies for my own liking.

Author's Note: ALMOST 5 YEARS LATER…. I honestly don't know how I stopped writing for this. It really was the pinnacle of creative writing for me. Hopefully some of you stuck around for an update. If not, I hope you newer people enjoy! This is kind of a short chapter.

"Shouldn't it be more this way?"

A day had passed since the three of them left New York in search of Fang's flock, as he called it. Dave began to wonder whether or not they were even heading in the right direction.

"Are you saying I don't have a good compass after all these years?" Fang muttered, gazing ahead of them. Mindy shrugged, "This just feels really fucking long considering the location is in the east coast. You would think we're getting close."

"This is close," Fang responded, not once turning back. Dave could feel Mindy groan in response, her body now feeling heavier than he would have anticipated in the past. He had to admit, however, that this whole mission was already way more than he anticipated simply judging by the fact that his muscles were sore from holding up jetpacks and teenagers the entire time. He closed his eyes, focusing on the prize that would present itself before him once he got to their destination.

Instantly, he felt a tight grip yanking him lower. "What the hell, man!" he exclaimed before quickly being hushed by Fang. Fang ushered them behind bushes, keeping his head low. "What's going on?" Mindy mouthed as they descended.

"Erasers," he said quietly, shifting his gaze to their left. Dave looked at him quizzically before following his gaze. His eyes widened at the sight of them.

"What the fuck is that?" he whispered loudly at Fang, feeling as though his heart was dropping to his stomach. They were big - no - huge creatures. There was no doubt he would get knocked the fuck out if he even tried to lay a finger on them. "They're the things that have been tracing us all these years," Fang started. "They're half wolf and half human, but they are way deadlier than we are. Don't get any ideas - you can't sneak up on them at all."

"Good to know," MIndy breathed. She opened her backpack to pull out a sniper, but Fang stopped her. "What are you doing?!" she whispered angrily.

"They're still kids," he said simply. "What are you talking about?" she asked in disbelief.

"They might not look like it, but they are," he continued. "The leader, Ari, was only seven."

"'Was'?"

Fang looked away, gazing at the mutants lurking nearby. "Max killed him."

Dave stared in shock. Max? he thought, watching Fang mull over what to do. That can't be true.

"If that's really what happened, then why do you have an issue killing them?" Mindy inquired, raising a brow. "It's not like they do anything except try to kill others."

"It doesn't matter if that's all they do. They're still kids. They just don't know they're on the wrong side," he argued.

"Who gives a shit about what side they're on?!" she said. "They're obviously here to kill anyone who tries to trespass. Are you trying to save your friends or not?"

Fang turned to her, staring blankly. "Ari turned out to be her brother. I'm not going through that guilt again."

Dave's stomach flipped as he heard the news. Max had a brother? He looked out to the rest of them, trying to imagine what that news and situation must have been like to her. It was almost on D'amico levels of batshit craziness. Fang looked on, muttering which route to take, and Mindy stood up in a huff.

"If you don't want to kill them, then fine," she said, arms crossed. "But don't you think this School thing would have considered all their other entrances and exits too?"

"I can distract them."

Mindy and Fang turned to Dave before he even realized those words were uttered by himself. He gulped for air, shifting his weight on both legs. Why did I just say that? Fang and Mindy looked at each other, weighing their options. Clearly there were none, and all three of them knew that. "What exactly would you do that could be distracting?" Fang asked, pensive.

"I mean," Dave started, forcing a weak chuckle out of his throat, "have you seen what this fucking swimsuit I'm wearing looks like?"