The Spiralling

Chapter 21: Face Off Part 2

The thought that time was running out was egging me on. What Nevaeh said didn't help at all, that Mindy was somewhere dying even as I was choking my nemesis, slowly taking her breath away. I was smarter than that, but out of control. You know what they say: 'Getting angry cuts your IQ down by half'.

Just before she was really about to die, what with her eyes rolling up and her struggling weakening, I released my grip and resolved to dragging her to the wall covering the stairs. I was way out of control. Looking back at my deeds, I couldn't believe it was all me. It's not exactly normal and mainstream that you'd associate hardcore violence with a geeky (increasingly), meek high school kid.

I started punching her in the guts, and everytime she slid back down, I held her up and slammed her against the wall. I had forgotten that she was just twelve. It took several bitch slaps and punches in the face down the line before I remembered where my head was and regained my composure.

Her mask was torn and coming off. Like every good super-person, she tried to protect her identity as if her life depended on it. I felt that she didn't deserve that sort of dignity. She was holding the black strip that meant the difference between Batman and Bruce, so I tried to force her hands off her face, and when that didn't work, I threw her to the ground, as if it was some twisted Mexican wrestling match where the victor attempts to unmask the defeated one.

I wasn't Kick-Ass anymore. I didn't know who I was anymore as I started giving her a few hard kicks to weaken her, when my incredible hulk side took over again. By throwing her off her feet I must have shocked her, and immediately, I was able to tear her mask off.

I couldn't even begin to describe what was underneath. Poetic revelation would be a good place to start. Guilt. Shock. An instant lesson on patience and self-restraint. That torn, battle-worn black strip of fabric was only part of her real complete mask. Her face, or what appeared to be her face was a canvas for the rest of it.

It was what my dream meant. Her pale skin wasn't pale after all. It was just waterproof woman's make-up powder or some such, the sort that I am totally an idiot of owing to my 'superpower' of being invisible to girls. Her eyes weren't red anymore, or at least one of them weren't anymore. She was wearing coloured lenses.

Demoness was Mindy.