The Spiralling
Chapter 5: An End at Dawn
We knew where the Demoness' hide out was all along, or rather, Hit-Girl knew from her contacts at school. After receiving an emergency call from me about this new villain who nearly liquefied my brain, she flew right back home to meet me. We went ad hoc all the way- there was no time to decide all the details of our operation. After getting suited up and ready to go, she met me at the rooftop of some building, and together we made a run for the Demoness' apartment, attracting the usual attention all the way- Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl running along the street, K-I- C- K- I- N- G. A news crew was there, and they shifted their attention from some celebrity to us, but we had no time for publicity stunts.
Her room was in the top floor of some semi-abandoned apartment building- we ran straight up after finding out that the lifts were dead. I was wounded, exhausted, but I kept up as I knew that this girl was psychotic, probably a mental case with several conditions rolled into one. Hit-Girl was rusty, but she knew she had to care- she knew her father would want her to.
Upon reaching the door to the devil's lair, we stood leaning against the wall on either side of the entrance. Hit-Girl had decided not to take any chances, so she pulled out her twin pistols. I, of all things, had twin tasers- who would've thought of that? It was an idea I had ever since finding out the bloody way that a trained kid could intercept the electrodes of a taser- I doubt she could take on two.
"You ready, Kick-Ass?" Hit-Girl gripped her pistols tightly as she asked to go ahead with the operation. For a second I took a deep breath before nodding my head. I just wanted to get it over and done with, finish off another villain. After I nodded, I kicked open the door and ran in with Hit-Girl following behind me.
"Your days are over, Demoness!" I shouted as I charged at my target. The Demoness was there, reading a book on the occult and witchcraft as she was sitting behind a dining table. Before I knew it happened however, the Demoness had shot at me through the book she was reading- the bullet caught me in the left lung, and I was quickly out of the way. Even my 'return fire' was useless- both my tasers had completely missed due to my flinching- a rather shameful way of getting decommissioned, movie bit-player style.
A gunfight between the two girls ensued after that, and they were both flying about, missing each other. Somehow, it reminded me of some strange stage play of Superman versus Ironman. Eventually, the both of them ran out of ammunition. Hit-Girl was intending to reload, but the Demoness dropped the revolver she was using and, unsheathing swords that seems to be her trademark weapons, made a dash for Hit-Girl. Knowing her guns to be useless, my God sister threw her pistols at the Demoness to slow her down, but they simply bounced off the albino's swords as she shielded herself with them, forming an X- it didn't slow her down one bit as she did it without stopping.
Before Hit-Girl could take in hand her disassembled twin sword staff, Demoness was already taking swipes at her- the first was a typical horizontal cut with the right sword and the second was going the opposite direction as the left sword was held underhanded. Thankfully, like some invincible Chinese martial artist, Hit-Girl was able to dodge both and retreat backwards in full flight. Grabbing hold of a tea cup, she threw it at the Demoness expertly to slow her attacks, but it did little to buy her time. Despite this, as she was running around the perimeters of the room with the Demoness at her tail, she was able to take out her sword staff and attach them together.
Turning around abruptly and smoothly into a crouching position, Hit-Girl thrust one end of her weapon into Demoness, but the villain merely did a twisting jump to her right, which was also a counter-attack as she swung her sword at Hit-Girl in mid-air. Sensing this, Hit-Girl did a block, and it worked, at the cost of her sword-staff. It was at this time that I knew we were losing- that I should help, only I couldn't. I tried standing up, but any movement would cause too much pain- I nearly fainted after that first try. A sadistic smile formed on Demoness' face- she had detected a weakness in Hit-Girl's position. She adjusted her grip on her left blade so that she was holding it upright.
"Mind-! Au-ahh!!!" I screamed feebly in a vain attempt to warn my friend, but my voice did not carry through to her- with one lung popped, I shouldn't even be able to shout. Pain shot up in my chest immediately after I disobeyed my body's warning to cease moving. It felt like a heart attack, except it was something worse than a heart attack as it never stops.
Like a massive scissor or pincer, the Demoness swung her Katana-like swords sideways aimed at Hit-Girl's head in opposing directions. It was a fatality strike, something that should have existed only in Mortal Combat, as far as my imagination and limited experience could tell me. I was expecting the worst, worst as in Hit-Girl's head rolling on the floor towards me, but thankfully that did not happen. Still crouching with one knee on the floor, Hit-Girl blocked the 'scissor attack' with the two damaged halves of her twin sword staff; however the smirk on Demoness' vampire face did not fade. With all her might, she gave Mindy a hard straight kick in the face. The world seemed to stop at that moment, when I heard the sickening crack issuing from Hit-Girl's neck. Even horrified wasn't the word to describe what I felt at that exact moment.
My God sister fell backwards, yelping, just as horror-struck as I am. Blood was pouring from her mouth and nose. She was completely, utterly, officially steamrolled over. With a broken neck, weapon and will, she was totally incapacitated. A burst of laughter came from the Demoness as she stood there watching the fruits of her labour, pleasure that only a sadist could feel.
"That was way too easy..." The Demoness cackled as she sheathed her left sword, while Hit-Girl was nearly delirious with understated agony on the floor. As for me, I was proverbially wetting myself over the puncture wound in my chest, but I could move and think enough to find a way to help Hit-Girl.
"Fuck you!" Was all Mindy could appropriate as her conqueror stood looming over her, one deadly giant scalpel in one surgeon's hand.
"I'd say that was still a thrill while it lasted." The Demoness continued to mock the badly wounded Hit-Girl as she lay there helpless, in too much in pain to even cry or moan, way too out of shape to even writhe in it. As I looked around, I found a magazine that Mindy had dropped, close to one of her pistols. With all the energy I could muster, I crawled towards them, ignoring the hole in my left lung. I tried remembering the time when I rescued my first victim. I tried psyching myself into thinking that this was no different. It worked, at least for the next 10 inches before another surge of deep, piercing pain hit me, "I've always wanted a little bitch to torture..." My arch-nemesis began slashing at Mindy with her sword- I could hear the cries of pain and the giggles of disturbing joy that would make the joker look like a birthday party clown as I made my way towards the pistol.
"Well, enough play for one day- time for a nap, Hit-Girl..." Like everything else to do with the Demoness, the way she said it was as sickening as any kid could ever go- beyond Hannibal Lector and way beyond any Satan-incarnate kid in the world like Damien. I knew it was nothing good, the way she articulated her words in such deadly sweetness. I took a lunge at the gun as the Demoness held her sword under-handed with both hands execution style. I could hear Hit-Girl gasp a potentially final breathe as I loaded the gun in my hand.
I whipped around and fired without caring to aim or whatever- there was simply no time... And I caught the Demoness in the head. Blood and brain matter spurted out from the exit wound on the opposite side of her skull, and she collapsed heavily onto the wooden floor, away from Hit-Girl and me, lifeless for once. Now I know how movie heroes feel, after finally triumphantly disposing of their ultimate oppose. As if all the pain in the world had disappeared in one magical moment, I stood up and ran towards Hit-Girl to check on her- for all I knew then she could already be at her father's side.
"You okay?" I knelt down beside the mangled Hit-Girl and checked on her- a broken neck, many damn cuts. She had never really seen worse before, considering that she depended on agility to live through a day- it was no wonder she could barely take it; she was barely conscious at all.
"What do you fucking think?" Hit-Girl, despite her condition, managed to smile a victor's smile- she was glad it's over. It was tough talk from a Tom boy, but it was also an unintended double speak.
"C'mon, let's get you to a hospital..." I said as I lifted her up slowly the way a person would do so with a baby. With one arm cradling her neck and back, the other under her knee, I tried to lift her up gently so that I would not aggravate her unstable injuries any further...