The Spiralling

Chapter 16: Groping in the Dark

"So... What do we do?" I asked innocently like Robin- I was always a sidekick when it comes to being a superhero. I was simply not the best when it comes to crimefighting. Everyone who came after me had beaten me in my own game. Big Daddy with his SWAT tactics, Hit-Girl and her Jet-Li-kung-fu and Matrix gunplay, and now the Grandmaster with his ye-olde but still effective swordsmanship. Heck, I even had a draw with Red Mist, the coward of cowards, a draw I can never break now thanks to the Demoness.

The only people standing between me and the first place in the hall of shame was that fat man in blue who died by a baseball bat in the face, that Armenian guy with a history of mental health problems and the rest... Those who gave up crimefighting without getting into a close encounter of the Kick-Ass kind.

"I will search high and low. Let the distance be a league or a thousand, I will." The Grandmaster replied plainly- not exactly a plan, but his epic attitude deserves a gold medal. He was a knight brought to the present, quaint but still ass-kicking, frickin' cool. He had never declared himself to be a superhero, and yet he was everything a superhero is- Aldan was way beyond the ideals of every character in all my comic books.

"How are we supposed to do that? What's that phrase again?" I was never a whiner, and neither was I that sort of irritating pessimistic character that every movie seems to keep, but combing an entire city in search of what was most likely the most elusive girl in the big apple? C'mon, it doesn't take Bruce Wayne to see how impossible that was.

"Searching for a needle in a haystack? Agreed but other ideas I have not." It was the Grandmaster's desperate need to reunite with his daughter talking- and it was his anger speaking, but it was an invitation to me. It was like an invitation to join the Justice League of America. It woke me up, reminded me of who I am, what I aspired in the beginning to be. I wanted to be in the pantheon of heroes and remain there. I was Robin- not anymore.

"We could always check out where Hit-Girl went." I was confident his time- I wanted to save my little sister, I wanted to save everyone. I wasn't Kick-Ass anymore, I was Ultimate Kick-Ass, "Er..." Maybe not that ultimate, "Do you still remember where she went?"

"I believe..." Stopping in mid-sentence, the Grandmaster was straining his X-brain like never before. I guess its harder to remember the details of a map than anything else. Hell, I couldn't even remember all of the 50 states and their position on the world map, "Yes, I remember. Let us journey onwards..."

Meanwhile...

"You can't win." Hit-Girl groaned as blood was still seeping from her mouth after a round of beatings from Demoness. She was tied tightly to a metal chair with nothing but her singlet and underwear on, at the same place she was caught in. A computer screen was facing her with a window showing the guts of a police station. Her more vicious counterpart was facing her as well, grinning as though she had just have a surprise birthday part, except it was probably one involving blood and pain. Hit-Girl's statement was met with a giggle from the depths of hell.

"Who's the punchbag tied to a chair?" Demoness countered before plunging a switchblade in a blink of an eye into Hit-Girl's forearm, right above the wrists where it hurts the most. A tiny shiv dropped from the girl in purple's right hand- she had been cutting the rope binding her wrists. She gritted her teeth as it penetrated cleaning right through her forearm, up until when the switchblade was removed. If it means proving that she was better, she would not scream, "How's that? Satisfying?"

"Fuck you!" Hit-Girl snapped back, refusing to relent. The ropes binding her was too strong and well tied, yet she kept struggling against them in vain to the point where they were already digging into her exposed wrists, "Coward! God damn Cunt!"

The Demoness reacted by giving Hit-Girl a punch across the cheek using her built-in knuckle duster. She grabbed her hair viciously and pulled her captive's face close to her own, and for a split second the sadistic monster of a child studied Hit-Girl's bloodied face, "I've already won."

Some time later...

A little girl who looks not older than 12 enters an NYPD police station, a bustling, busy complex that was a centre of crime prevention. It was like a citywith citizens in blue, and pests in leather, jackets, jeans and handcuffs. The little girl was crying like no tomorrow that she had already attracted the attention of many men-in-blue.

She was a typical city schoolgirl carrying a black Hello Kitty schoolbag and wearing jeans and blouse that covers her entire body, with gloves, scarf, and hat thrown in for comfort and warmth. She was crying her eyes out and wiping her tears away so vigorously that no one could really tell how her face and eyes look like except that her skin was a little pale. The little girl was approaching the reception counter, so the desk sergeant behind the heavy wood leaned forward, ready to receive the unusual visitor.

"I lost my mommy and daddy!" The girl uttered between sobs as she looked up at the officer, whose sideburns were white with age. He was the first to have a clear view of her face- red eyes, button nose, adorable cheeks and lips. Almost as pale as ghost, perhaps from the cold weather outside.

"Hey, it's alright kid, do you have a cellphone?" The officer in his forties tried to help- he was one of the tough nuts, and yet he could not help but to be more amiable and sympathetic towards the young girl.

"No..." The lonesome girl replied, her voice a soft squeak. She returned to wiping her tears away again, hiding her face away.

"Alright, don't cry, here's mine." The officer dug his hands into his side pockets and rummaged them for his handphone, only to find that they weren't there. Patting his other pockets on his jacket, he finally found it on his right breast pocket and took it out, only for it to be rejected as the weeping girl said that she could not remember her parents' phone numbers, "Now, don't cry now. You'll find your parents, I'll help you."

Making a quick roundabout around his desk, the aging policeman extended one of his slightly wrinkled hands out, a gesture of goodwill and help, and the girl took it with a slight hint of reluctance. Taking her hand, the Sergeant led her gently through the hall and corridors of the police station, until he met up with a colleague of his, "Marge! Just when I needed you!"

"Alright Lou, you still owe me that cup of coffee by the way." Marge, a fellow Sergeant of Louis, said as she looked down at the young girl, "Beautiful little angel you got there." At the mention of the compliment, the little smiled slightly, to the silent and mostly hidden joy of the policeman.

"I just need you to take her to the office and find her name on computer and- You know what to do, sorry." Louis began racing through his words but stopped. Bending low to address the little girl, he said in the most approaching, soft manner he knows, "Now, this lady here will take good care of you. Just follow her and you'll be with your mommy and daddy in no time."

Passing the little girl's hand to the other police officer, the aging Sergeant Louis leaves the both of them to return to his post. Marge looks down at the half-albino girl to regard her for a moment before taking action, "C'mon, I'll take you to my office. I'll make you a mug of... Well, whatever you want." Tugging lightly on her arm pretty much the same way Louis did, Marge led her through another corridor.

"Are you a detective?" The cute albino girl asked innocently, her mood no longer as sorrowful, "Like Detective Gigante?"

"No dear, but I will be soon, wish me luck, will you?" Sergeant Marge said without making eye contact in a child-friendly, enthusiastic tone- reality was so much harsher than that, "How did you know Mr. Gigante?"

"He's the family friend." The girl replied. As they continued walking, they were passing by whole squads of law enforcers, and a pair of gender-separated toilets. Her eyes were fixed on the toilets as she was passing them.

"Maybe you'd like to say hi to him later? Now wouldn't that be nice? His office's just next to mine." Marge offered the young lady as they were approaching the offices. They were just another bend and corridor away. After feeling a tug from the lost little girl signifying that she wanted to stop, the policewoman paused for a moment and regarded her again, studying her face for what intentions she may have.

"May I use the restroom first?" The little girl fluttered her eyes innocently as she asked for permission- everything she did was adorable, such that she seemed 8 to 10 years old rather than 11 to 12.

"Sure, dear, take all the time you need." Marge replied, and followed the little girl back to the girl's toilet. As they entered the restroom, the little girl realised that it was empty- considering that there were fewer women than men, it was no surprise that it was, "I'll be just outside your cubicle if you need me." She added as the lost child she was escorting went into one to continue with her private business.

"There's no tissue left." The girl's voice whined from inside the cubicle, and officer Marge instinctively proceeded to collect a handful from a neighbouring cubicle. With plenty in both hands, she knocked for the little girl to open the privacy door.

Expecting it to open only slightly, she was unpleasantly shocked when the door flung open violently, and from within the cubicle what was at first the innocent, cute little girl, was the same little terror with hatred in her eyes flinging a dagger attached to a rope into her exposed throat. There wasn't even time for her to comprehend, and even less for her to scream. With a masterful manipulation of the rope, the little girl looped it around the dying policewoman's neck and dragged her into the cubicle before plunging the blade of a sickle attached to the other end of the rope into the back of her neck. An instant enough death- a rare treat from the Demoness.

A different angle...

Beautiful simply beautiful I am getting better and better time for the rest of the fun to begin. I couldn't stop the shivering inside of me when I stole the bitch's police-issued pistol but it wasn't a perfect killing tool from my pocket I took a silencer and fitted it onto my new gun- there, perfect. Locking the cubicle I climbed out of the corpse hiding hole and continued to act like the little cunt everyone expects me to be caged bird trying to get out I won't let that bitch out ever she's mine to control.

I am almost there almost done with my mission of revenge justice whatever I don't care which all I care is that I'm having fun before I came to this wimp hole I had already looked over the blueprints over and over again boy is it easy to plan what to do.

"Stop it! Stop it! No, never. Fuck, I said stop! You'll thank me for this." The little bird in me chirped but its nothing I continued back down the corridor the earlier bitch led me through. Disgusting bitches actually held my hand and led me around like a dog I'll show them who the dogs are I could kill a dozen anytime right now those good for nothing assholes.

Basement door, I am almost there opening it I went down a flight of stairs as if descending down to the pits of hell only I'm not the one going to hell everyone who gets in my way and Gigante is for ruining my family he's going down down DOWN. There were a few people in the basement one repairing something I don't give a shit about and two other cunts bitches asses in blue it was easy to solve this problem I just gifted them each with a bullet in the head. The police-issued pistol was so imperfect had I not fixed it with my own toy it would have destroyed my plans I am such a genius I hate being in this outfit I can't wait to get this over with the screams and blood should distract me I'm already starting to pleasure I love getting.

I never really liked the 9mm I took from stupid Marge so I just unloaded the rest of its magazine into a generator and plunged everyone into the sweet darkness I could already hear shouts and screams from the cowards above as I took out my nightvision goggles and silenced Mac-10 from my Hello Kitty bag boy was it easy to fool the metal detector I just have to go through it with a jackass wearing ear rings and belts and shit.

"You're the coward! Murderer! Shut the hell up I'm trying to concentrate! I'll never shut up! Go on screaming your tiny lungs out I don't give a shit." The stupid whiner in me is irritating nevermind I have work to do. Going back up the police station I ran through the corridors full of retarded shitheads groping around there were some with flashlights but I just shot them down before they could see me easy meat boy do I love the way they scream squeal cry like a pig.

Gigante was close I could feel him when I got into the office that Marge bitch was talking about he was supposed to be in his office but he wasn't he was standing outside of it instead easy prey I have seen his photos so many times before of every angle of his body and face I am so going to enjoy making him suffer scream break. Everyone was shouting so no one would know I shot him in the knee first oh that was so good I could hear him from amidst all the mess. I then shot him in the other limbs he was squealing so much that he was starting to attract attention I had to make it quick so I stood over him and fired the rest of my rounds no one would be able to recognise him after this.

I peppered him in the balls, in his stomach and chest and finally his face. Job accomplished I have one final step left to take before I can ever be happy again before the both of us can be happy again I have no doubt about that. Quickly, I took my leave before anyone could shine their torchlight at me it doesn't matter whether I set off the metal detector everything else was going off as criminals were trying to escape and everyone was trying to get out to get a clear view of what was going on. There wasn't as much fun as I hope for but it would do besides there is more that I could do at home anyway, "Please... Yes. No. Yes, you love it, admit it! No!"