Chapter 11

Chris's POV:

"You've gotta fire this asshole!" I spat as my dad's dickhead bodyguard shoved me into the study. But of course, my dad just told him to ignore me and then noticed the bazooka, "A bazooka?... Okay" he said.

"We had a deal dad, we had a fucking deal that I would get you the guy that did it and all I'm asking as that you let Kick Ass and Knockout go. They didn't do anything wrong!"

"Chris, you've gotta look at this from my point of view ok? I've gotta send a public service announcement to the people out there, that being a superhero is bad for your health. And the big mother fucker? Nobody knows who he is"

I was heated, I couldn't believe that my own father did this to me. And to top it all off, Angelina; the girl who was, scratch that, is the best thing that ever happened to me, the girl that shattered my fucking heart into a million pieces, was the same girl that my father wanted dead. I betrayed her and now she hates me, she fucking hates me!

Still, I knew had to try to convince my dad to at least let her go so, I did the only thing I could do, "Dad, you don't understand, Angelina is Knockout! My fucking ex-girlfriend who I happen to be in love with is Knockout! Just let her go! She doesn't deserve this!"

"I always knew there was something fishy about that girl. Son, listen to me, she doesn't love you and she never did. She was just using you. Besides, I'm sure there's a part of you deep down that wants to get even with her for breaking your heart, am I right?"

I sighed, why did I even bother? There was no way he was gonna let Kick Ass and Big Daddy go, why was Angelina any different?

"Well, what are you gonna do to her? To them?" I asked.

"Do you really wanna be a part of my business?"

I let out a sigh and nodded, knowing there was nothing I could do, "Yeah..." My dad then told me to shut up and watch so I took off my wig and sat down next to him.

Back to Angelina's POV:

After about ten minutes or so, the van pulled up to this warehouse and Dave, Big Daddy, and I were taken inside. These goons handcuffed us to chairs and there was a camera in front of us. I knew we were about to get the shit beaten out us and these sick fucks were gonna film it!

One of the goons stepped forward and looked at the camera, "Hello boys and girls. Now, this…" he pointed at Dave and I, "Uh, well you already know who these two are, and this guy here is Big Daddy." He pointed to Big Daddy and then waved his hand, "And these, are my friends. Come on in guys, say hello."

Four more goons surrounded us and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. I moved my wrists and pulled hard to try to get free from the cuffs but that didn't work.

"Now Big Daddy, Kick Ass, and Knockout are gonna help us show you why being a hero is a bad idea. Do you know what a silent K is? That's when K is at the beginning of the word but you don't pronounce it, like knuckle duster," the goon said to the camera and then looked back at us, "Show them what a knuckleduster can do guy." Then, one of the guys socked Dave right in the jaw!

"Ow! That must've hurt, now let's see it again!" One of the goons on Big Daddy's side punched him in the face. I looked to my side and saw one of the goons draw his fist back, "No please!" I screamed right before I was punched in the jaw. I spat out blood and whimpered in pain.

The goon by the camera turned and laughed at us before looking back at the camera, "Now in France, the say the word stick like this; baton. We've got some of Kick Ass's batons, we're gonna show you what they can do! Go ahead boys!"

I screamed in pain as I felt a baton hit my back repeatedly. Then these goons pulled out some baseball bats and hit Dave and Big Daddy in the balls with them. The guy by the camera saw my knee brace and grinned, "Oh, what's this? Looks like Knockout's got a bad knee. Well baseball bats aren't just good for hittin balls!"

My eyes widened in terror as one of the goons beside me slid my knee brace down to my ankle. I screamed in agony as he hit my knee again and again and again with the baseball bat. He hadn't broken anything, thank God. But at this point, it was gonna take more than a knee brace in order for the pain to go away. He then hit me in the stomach with it and I screamed again. Things only got worse from there. These guys were now hitting all the three of us with the batons, baseballs, and the knuckle dusters. Those next few moments consisted of nothing but severe, excruciating pain as they continued to beat the shit out us.

Once they finally stopped, I breathed heavily and whimpered as the guy by the camera pulled out a container of kerosene and doused us with it. I began to thrash in my chair when I saw him pull out a lighter. Once again, my attempts were useless. I looked at Dave and he looked at me, he looked just as scared shitless as I was. I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks as I slumped back in my chair. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to call my parents, Marty, and Todd and tell them how much I loved them.

"Time to die…" The main goon said. Just as he was about ready to drop the lighter, he was shot in the head. I heard another gunshot and the lights went out. I heard more gunshots and the goons that were still alive were desperately trying to find the lighter. "I got it!" One of them yelled.

Next thing I knew, Big Daddy was in flames and my eyes widened in horror. That's when I saw Hit Girl run over to us. "No!" She yelled and Big Daddy yelled for her to take cover. She continued to shoot these assholes and Big Daddy screamed louder as the flames began to consume him.

Not even a minute later, she killed the last goon and covered Big Daddy with a black sheet. Then she pulled out a gun from her belt and pointed it at the camera. "Show's over motherfuckers," she spat and shot the camera. I spat out blood and smirked a bit, Hit Girl was now officially my hero.

Hit Girl then turned on a light and took the sheet off a now fried Big Daddy. My eyes welled up in more tears as Big Daddy told Hit Girl how proud he was of her and that he loved her. She told him that she loved him too and kissed his forehead as his eyes closed.

She managed to free both of us and I slid the knee brace back on but it didn't do much good since my knee still hurt like a bitch. I saw my Sais on a table nearby and gave a small sigh of relief before I slid them into my belt. Ten minutes later, Hit Girl was driving Dave and I through the streets of New York in the Mist Mobile.

"What's your name? I mean your real name?" Dave asked her.

"A superhero never reveals his true identity," she replied stoically.

"What?! Look, you can't go on…. However you lived before, it's over. Is there anybody else? Your family?"

"I can take care of myself! I saved both of your sorry asses."

"What about money? You gotta think long term.."

She cut him off, "I've got three million dollars in a suitcase, that long term enough for you?"

Dave sighed, "It's not all about the money…"

I leaned forward and looked at her, "Yeah, we owe you…"

"If it wasn't for you, we'd be dead," Dave said.

Hit Girl looked at us, "And if it wasn't for you two, my dad wouldn't be."

Ouch, I'll admit, that cut me really deep. The three of us were silent as Hit Girl drove us back to her place. Once we got inside, I saw Hit Girl staring at two cups of hot chocolate, trying to keep it together. Dave went in the bathroom to clean himself up; I sat down and waited for him to finish so I could do the same.

"Here..." Hit Girl said, handing me a bottle of pills.

I raised an eyebrow and took the bottle, "Erm, what are these?"

"They're pain pills dumbass, they'll help reduce the pain in your knee…."

"Thanks…" I mumbled as I took a couple of them out of the bottle and swallowed them.

Hit Girl just nodded and began to shove some guns, ammo, and knives into a suitcase. Dave came out of the bathroom and I went inside and looked in the mirror. To say that I looked like one of Leatherface's victims would be an understatement. I had a big bruise on my cheek, a large cut just above my eyebrow, and my lip was all bloody. There were also bruises on my arms, back, and stomach. I leaned over the sink and wiped the blood off my lips and cleaned my cut before taking off my wig. I rinsed the blood out of it and dried it with a towel before putting it back on.

When I came out of the bathroom, Hit Girl told me that we were going over to Frank D'Amico's place to finish what she and her dad started. She then told me to get some weapons so I grabbed two handguns off the wall along with some holsters and ammo. I attached the holsters to my belt before sliding the guns and the ammo in them. I raised an I eyebrow when I saw Dave's weapon of choice; a jetpack with gatling guns. We were about ready to leave but then…

"Hit Girl, Knockout, I'm so sorry I can't do this!" Dave said sadly.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I shouted, staring at him disbelief.

"Some fucking superhero," Hit Girl huffed as she crossed her arms.

He sighed, "I'm sorry, I just can't. Knockout, come on, are you really willing to put your life on the line for this?..."

I gave him a cold look, "Kick Ass, I've been putting my life on the line ever since we started this together and I'm not about to stop now, I can't."

"Fine, but don't expect me to attend your funeral," he snapped. I couldn't believe he was chickening out, it irritated me so much that he wanted to give up at a time like this. I shot him a murder glare as Hit Girl started the car. Then I turned around, got in the passenger's seat, and looked at him one last time before Hit Girl sped off.