Mindy's POV

I opened the door to my apartment I was staying at. It's been a year since what happened back in New York City. After me, Dave, and the other superheroes took down the villains. After I killed Mother Russia.

Ever since then I become a fugitive due to the police, FBI, and basically every other service like them trying to catch me and arrest me for what happened. I had been on the run for months trying to find somewhere were it was safe and no one would find me.

There were a couple times were I was almost caught like when a citizen spotted me and said I was the fugitive the FBI was looking for and tried to record me. Unfortunately I had to knock out that guy because I didn't them to find out I was here in Buffalo New York. Another was when a police officer saw me and immediately recognized me and told me to freeze and get down on the ground while she tried to call for more officers. When she looked down at her radio, I reacted fast and punched her in the face, then kicked her in the chest, then hit her legs making her fall, then gave one last punch to her face knocking her out. At the moment I knew I had to get out of there fast since more officers were coming and already knew I was in Manchester New York. I got on my purple motorcycle and sped away at full speed, never looking back.

Getting caught was not the only thing I had be worried about, I also had to somehow find a way to get some food since I was going hungry. I couldn't get a job to make some money to get to some food because one I was on the run, two I can't stay in one place, three I can't trust anyone, the areas I have been to I don't know the area at all. I unfortunately had no choice but to steal food from others while they weren't looking. Sometimes I steal money from others without them knowing to get some food. I kinda felt bad doing this, to them. But I was really hungry and I had to find a way to survive, one way or another.

But what I was really having trouble with was finding a place to stay at. I mean stay in permanently, at least the longest I could. I couldn't buy a house since that was too much money, so I wanted to rent an apartment so I can have a place to stay at and not continue sleeping on the streets. Not that I was ever robbed, assaulted, or worse, I knew how to defend myself. I mean come on, I fought against Frank, I killed Mother Fucking Russia. These street punks are nothing. Though that doesn't mean I like the horrible smell of the streets or alleyways I slept in and the hard ground I would lay on. If I was lucky enough I would find an empty warehouse were I could sleep inside in peacefully without worrying someone would see me and have some shelter.

But the worst times I had while on the run was during the winter months, December, January, and February. The freezing cold was unbearable. When I couldn't find shelter I had to unfortunately sleep on the streets or in an alleyway. Those nights were THE WORST. My whole body would shake trying to warm itself up due to the cold, I would feel the arctic wind on my skin making it numb, my entire body would turn really white, like pure pale white. I would have bleeding marks on my face. During those times I felt hopelessness and helplessness. I would some times think of just ending it all since it was too much, I was struggling a lot and didn't how much longer I could take it. Too much running, hunger, and being homeless. I would sometimes scream or cry during these times. I was gonna end it when I was the edge of a building so I can be at peace. So I can be with Big Daddy. But before I could do it, I stopped myself, remembering what Big Daddy said, "You are better than me Mindy, you are a fighter. You never back down. Whoever tries to bring you down, get back up no matter what."

I immediately put my foot back on the building, away from the edge as I gasp for air after realizing what I was about to do. How could I be so stupid to think that? To just give up so easily? I have handled fights way harder than this and never gave up yet I almost gave up because of weather. I am fucking Hit-Girl, no weather will bring me down. I was now determined to find a way to survive and had multiple goals in mind. But my main goal was rent an apartment so I can finally settle down.

I kept driving for very, very long on my purple motorcycle. Like sometimes I would see nothing but forest, or an empty town, or some animals on the road. I would sometimes drive during the night either because I wasn't tired or because I didn't want to waste time.

Eventually I arrived to Boston. The city was very beautiful. I don't know if better or less better than New York City but it was still good looking. I didn't where to go since its my first time ever in Boston. So I asked someone who lived in this city to tell some directions. Eventually someone did which at first was quite hard to understand but then managed to get it and was on my way. I had to find an alleyway to sleep for the night since this time I couldn't sleep on the sleep since there were too many people around and heard crime mostly at night. I wanted to really go out as Hit-girl to stop some crime but remembered I was a fugitive and if the police saw me they would be on me and know I am in Boston. So far no one knows I am in Boston and no one seems to recognize me so I was safe, for now….. I still had to keep my guard up just in case anything went wrong.

The next day after arriving to Boston, I started walking the streets of Boston, trying find posters were they were offering jobs some I can make some money. This was gonna be hard since there were like 100's if not 1,000's of posters offering jobs. But I was gonna find the right job so I can rent an apartment one way or another. After a couple hours of me just walking trying to find a job offer, I found that a supermarket was offering a job to work. Out of all the other job offers I saw that weren't… apportion or had bad paying, this one seemed to pay well. If I could manage to work here for like a month and a couple weeks and live on the streets for a little while longer, I could afford to rent an apartment. I would finally have a place to stay at after such a long time.

But I realized something else. The job offer said I would have to show some of my information to confirm that it's me so I could get the job offer. Things just got a whole lot harder. If I were to show my information of who I am they would immediately call the FBI so they can come and arrest me and would be on the run again and this time I wouldn't know if I would last for long.

So I only had one choice. I would have to create a brand new identity and new information about myself in order to work at the supermarket. It was gonna take a while to do this. Its gonna take a while to do this, like two weeks. But I know I could and will get it done, one way or another.

Two weeks passed by and I successful manage to create a new identity and new information about myself like age, date of birth, social security number, etc. I also had to change the way I look, I now dyed my hair red. Then a month and few weeks went by working at the supermarket. It was hard. Dealing with the custumters, the workers, the boss, etc. I swear I wanted to punch them in the face so badly but couldn't or else I would be fired. But the good news is, I managed to make a good amount of money to now finally afford an apartment. I have never been so happy when I counted the amount and found out. I was finally gonna get off the streets and have a place of my own.

Eventually I found a place that was good, not the best or bad, but good. After paying the owner of the building I got all of my stuff I have been carrying for all this time and opened the door to my new apartment. It was nice. It had three rooms, a kitchen room were there was a stove, a fragile, a sink, a table and a sofa. There was a bathroom as well. And there was a bedroom that had a normal bed. The walls didn't look too old, they were fine. So far I think the apartment wasn't too bad. Better here than on the streets.

As some months pass by, I kept working in the supermarket and managed to save some money to buy some furniture that I needed. I also bought a computer so I could check the news I have been missing for months. There was a lot I missed. Like crime being at an all time low in New York City which I knew was because of Dave. I was so proud of him. He really did learn a lot. All those beat downs I gave him worked out in the end.

With my new computer I got interested in engineering and anything related to vehicles. I wanted to start creating my vehicles which I can use to travel around faster, though the problem is I don't own a garage but I'll eventually find something out. I want to also create more and newer weapons I could use to fight crime. Like a new type of gun, rockets, bombs, nu- okay maybe thats too much. I definitely won't create that last one. The thing is I want to create new weapons to fight crime at night, when the right time comes.

I also have been interested in quantum physics and read the theory about the Multiverse. About multiple universes stacked on each other. I have always thought if the Multiverse could be something real. And if it was how could it change everything we view in life. Not that I could maybe do something about this theory to prove its true but who knows. Maybe, just maybe….. I could do something.

Back to the present day, I was standing in front of my apartment window watching everyone walk by going on their day. I was siping my coffee I created. It been a year and it's still not safe to go out as Hit-girl as the FBI and maybe the whole government is on my tail. Though during this time I have stay hidden, I have been creating some new weapons that were so awesome and….. destructive to say the least…. I have created some new vehicles so I could travel around like a scooter, one of those flying things Dave had, and a car. Well more like found an old car that was completely broken and then fixed the broken pieces or parts and paint it pink and made it brand new. I still have my motorcycle though. I would do sometimes go out at night but made sure I kept myself in the dark so no one would spot. I would mostly stop crimes that happened in alleyways and sometimes use these weapons on these punks. I also added some more tech on my suit.

As I came back to reality after thinking about those times, I turned around to put my now empty cup to the sink, only to end up knocking a chair down that had a bunch of papers onto the floor.

"Damn it!" I hissed.

I walked to the sink and put my cup in the sink. Then walked back and started cleaning up the papers that were scattered all over the floor and were putting them into my book bag. But when I was picking up the last papers which were my information for 'Mindy' I spotted a paper that immediately caught my attention. When I realized what it was I frowned and a look of sadness came over me.

I set the last two papers I had in my hands onto the bed. I picked the paper that was on the floor and looked at it for a moment. This file….. I haven't seen in a long…. long time. I haven't even noticed I packed it up with the other papers that were about me in my book bag. I read the address it had.

'Chamberlain Maine'

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"Chamberlain Maine" I said in a low whisper.

The moment I said that, suddenly I got flashbacks of….. this life.

This old life. My old life. My old horrible life I used to have that caused me to make a huge decision that would change me forever. I suddenly felt like that shy, quiet, innocent girl I used to be.

Flashback

It was a bright sunny day in the town of Chamberlain Maine and the streets were really quiet. Everyone was either at home doing some chorus or resting or they were out working.

A couple seconds went by without nothing happening.

Then the door of a house opened and out came a little girl who seemed have sneaked out.

The girl looked around to see if anyone was around to which she didn't.

She began walking to the fence that was covering the house next to them.

When she got to the fence she took a sneak peak to the other side.

She saw another girl with glasses on, this one being 19 or 20'ish something years old laying out in the sun and putting sun screen on.

She looked at her for a while as she was getting a tan until the 19/20 year old turned around and saw her watching from the fence.

"Carrie, you scared me" the young woman said in a slight scared voice when she spotted the little girl who was named Carrie watching her from the fence.

The young woman took off her glasses and looked at Little Carrie again.

"How long have you been standing there." The young woman asked.

Little Carrie then points at her chest.

"You have dirty pillows" Little Carrie said.

The young woman looks at her chest.

"Oh you mean my breasts?" The young woman said.

"I wish I had some." Little Carrie said.

"Oh you will when you're older." The young woman said.

"No I won't, mama says only bad girls have dirty pillows." Little Carrie said.

"Well I'm a good girl and doesn't your mother have breasts?" The young woman said.

Then the door of the house Carrie sneaked out of opens and a woman who seemed to be Carrie's mother steps out.

She sees the two girls seeing her and start backing away from each other.

"Carrie!" The mother calls out while running to Little Carrie.

"Mrs White" The young woman called out when she saw the mother.

"Carrietta come here." The mother called out.

The mother picks up her daughter and holds her in her arms and making her not look the young woman while throwing the young woman a seething look.

"You, you stay away from my daughter." The mother hissed at the young woman.

"We were just talking." The young woman said.

"I warned you, I warned you about her tonight." The mother told Little Carrie.

The mother used her two hands to make Little Carrie's head look at her.

"Its a sin to consort with her." The mother said.

"I am sorry mama, I am sorry mama… I forgot." Little Carrie as she started to cry.

On the other side of the fence, an older woman who appears to be the young woman's mother stepped out of the house and turned to Little Carrie's mother while she looked at the young woman's mother with anger.

"Your daughter's a…"

"You let her expose herself to the world like that" The mother said.

"Get out of here Margaret, leave my daughter alone" She also said in anger.

As Little Carrie kept crying, out of nowhere hail begins to fall from the sky.

The young woman and her mother watched in disbelief as hail began to fall, in the middle of summer.

"Jesus forgives you." Margaret said.

But the hail doesn't stop but instead gets stronger.

"Just stop." Margaret said.

Margaret takes Little Carrie in her arms and enters to their house to avoid the hail that had started falling faster.

End of Flashback

I gasp for air after snapping back to reality. Even though it was just a flashback it still felt so real, like if I was there. I really didn't like remembering that. In fact I really don't like thinking about my old life I left behind years ago. All those times I felt trapped and not in control of my life. When my life was at its lowest. When I had to deal with that bitch of a woman I had once called mother.

There's something I never told anyone. Something that I have kept secret for a very, very time. A dark secret I try to bury away from my life and forget about it. A missing part of my life I have never told anyone, not even the other superheroes, Dave, or even Big Daddy. Marcus did know….. somewhat about my past old life. But he only knew some part of it. He never knew the whole story.

Before any of this superhero stuff happen to me, before I met Dave, before I became HitGirl, before I met big daddy, before I met Marcus, before I even met any of the people I know now….

I used to have a life that a living nightmare. Where I had absolutely nothing at all. A life full of depression, sadness, isolation, and abuse. Where I had no one, no one to turn to for help. Where I wasn't a badass girl but was a shy, quiet, innocent girl.

I wasn't born in New York City, but instead was born in a small town. A town called Chamberlain Maine in the year 1998. I don't remember much of my time when I was a baby, but I do start remembering some things when I started growing up.

I remember this flashback I just had. It was back in my old hometown at my old place. I remembered what the people of the area called what happened on that day.

The Rain of Stones.

For years nobody knew what happened on that day or how it even happened since it was in the middle of the summer. There were a bunch of rumors about it. Some of them that were close to the truth while some were plain ridiculous.

But I knew the real reason why it happened. Why stones fall in the out of nowhere on the old house I used to live in.

It was because….. of me.

There were other memories I had in that horrible nightmarish town. Memories that even to this day haunt me and are painful to think about and just wish to remove them forever.

Times I used to be bullied in school. Throughout my entire school life. At least until I was 11 years old.

Flashback

Little Carrie was at a Christian Youth Camp and heading to go to bed only to finding it was short-sheeted. Mostly likely because of her bullies.

Little Carrie would jump in fright when she would find a snake on her shoe. Most likely because of her bullies.

There were a lot of things that happened at the camp that Little Carrie had be brought home from camp a week early.

When it was her first day of grammar school, Little Carrie was laughed at by almost everyone for praying at lunch.

At her first year of middle school the bullying only became worse for Carrie.

A boy named Billy Preston put peanut butter on her hair.

There were many students that would pinch her, trip her, push her, knock books from her desk, and tuck in really inappropriate messages into her bookbag.

But there was a specific group of students who would bully, torment, harass, and assault her the most. The students she would be scared of the most.

The group name was called the Ultras.

And the girls that were in it were Jessica Upshaw, Anissa Chen, Rachel Spies, Heather Shyers, Nicki & Lizzy Waston and Tina Blake.

But there was one girl in that group that target her that most. The one that hated her and wanted her to suffer the most.

Her name was Christine Hargensen.

Just like the other students they would bully Carrie as much as they could. They would pinch her, trip her, push her, knock anything she had on her desk, destroy anything she had, and write really mean messages to her. But sometimes they would punch her and beat her up as well which she would beg for help but no one came.

End of Flashback

"Christine and her stupid group of friends….." I said in a cold voice.

I swear if I were to cross paths with those fucking sluts again I will make them feel the worst pain they will ever feel.

Times I was abused by that horrible bitch of a mother.

Flashback

Carrie's life at home was not any better.

Her mother Margaret was a really crazy religious woman who believed anything was a sin. And almost anything Carrie did Margaret thought it was sin. Whenever she did she would be locked up in something called the prayers closet.

She one time got locked in the closet for an entire day when Margaret found out she stole a 49 cent plastic ring.

Another time she was locked in the closet was when Margaret found a picture of Flash Bobby Picket under her pillow. She was a fan of the Monster Mash.

Carrie would also be hurt by Margaret by beating her up leaving some marks on her. She would sometimes beg her to stop that it hurt but she didn't.

There was at one point where at her English class she wrote poetry assignment were she was secretly trying to call for help hoping the teacher would get the message but he didn't.

End of Flashback

I felt chills thinking about that closet she would lock me up in most of the time.

I wonder how that bitch is doing. Does she miss me? Has she changed? Nah I think if she were to see me again she wouldn't hesitate to kill me thinking I am the devil.

Etc. There are so many horrible memories I had in the town I can't tell them all.

The thing is….. the abuse I was getting in that town was too much I couldn't take it anymore. I felt that if I were stay for much longer something terrible would happened. That I was putting myself and others in danger.

One day I made the ultimate decision. I would be escaping and leaving Chamberlain Maine forever.

One day after coming back from school I immediately went home and went straight to my bedroom. I found a suitcase under my bed and began packing everything I needed. Clothes, books, food, water, anything that was important for me.

I also stole almost all of the money Margaret had so I can I afford some things and survive for a while.

Eventually after a couple hours of packing, I got everything I needed and closed my suitcase. Now all I had to do was wait for the right time to make my escape. I had to make sure not only Margaret didn't see me, but make sure no one in this town didn't see me. If I were to get caught I may never have another chance. I decided I will do it by night fall.

When midnight came I made my move. I grabbed my suitcase that had everything I needed and quietly but quickly made my way downstairs. I made my way through the kitchen room and then the living room. Once I reached the front door I opened it very slowly making sure I didn't make too much noise. I stepped outside and quietly shut the door behind me. Once I was off the property of my old house I ran. I ran like hell. Made sure I got as far away as possible from the house. Luckily no one was around and no house lights were turn on so no one saw me.

After ten minutes of running I stopped to catch my breath. While I was running I didn't at any second to catch my breath or when I felt my legs burning fearing if I were to stop someone would see me. I looked at my surroundings and saw I was in an opening were there was nothing but grass. I then kept walking this time to try to see if there was a way to leave the town of Chamberlain Maine. Eventually I found a bus stop. But this wasn't a local bus that travelled around town. This was one that travels to different states. At that moment I knew that was my ticket out of here. My only way out of this town. I decided the next bus that comes here I would head inside not caring where its destination is.

A couple minutes went by as I waited for the stop. I felt really nervous that someone could be watching me. Or someone may come over here and recognize me and call the police so they can pick me up or they may take me back to town themselves. At one point I thought about my decision I made. That it was a huge mistake and things were gonna go well. That I should return back home while I still can and no one would noticed. But I remembered all the abuse I would suffer in that house and in school from the bullies. And that whole town thought I was like my mother and didn't bat an eye when I tried to tell someone to help me. That other side was telling me to stay and that now was your chance to leave this town forever and start a new life. That If I were to return back I may never have another chance again and I will continue to suffer the abuse I had at home and at school. The two sides in my brain fought hard trying to overcome each other. Eventually a side completely took over and made a decision.

I would leave Chamberlain Maine forever and never come back.

At that moment a bus pulled in the bus stop snapping me back to reality. The doors to the bus opened and I stepped inside while paying for the drive, making sure she doesn't see my face. I then saw the location this bus was heading towards.

'New York City'

"The Big Apple" I said softly.

I have heard of the Big Apple, or in others words New York City. That it was the busiest and biggest city in the world. That it had so many tall buildings, so many people living in the city, so many places to visit, so many parks, so many landmarks, etc. I have always dreamed of living in New York City.

So when I saw this bus was heading to New York City I smiled.

I walked inside the bus to the seats in the far back. There were some people inside but they were all asleep which was good thing for me since I didn't want anyone to look at me fearing they may recognize me.

I sat on one of the seats in then back as the bus doors closed and started driving away from the bus stop. As the bus was moving I saw a lot of places I would mostly see in this town. We passed by a couple houses, some stores, and some restaurants. They also passed a diner which was called Kelly Fruit Company were I bunch of teenagers would hang around, the Hardware and Lumber Company as well as the laundry and dry-cleaners in the middle of Main Street where her mother had worked for years.

Within a couple minutes I was really close to the exiting the town as I was watching the outskirts of this town. There was just plain tall glass from I was able to. I don't know why but I found it really beautiful seeing just tall grass blowing with the wind. No house or any other structures. Just tall grass with some animals walking by. I found it peaceful.

Then I saw the sign "Leaving Chamberlain Maine" as we passed it officially leaving Chamberlain Maine as the bus continued down the road. I looked at the town for one last time as it got smaller and smaller as the bus kept going further and further away.

A small tear run down my cheek as I said last time, "Goodbye Chamberlain Maine."

It was the beginning of a new chapter in my life. As the chapter of my old life came to an end.

It would be a week, one week of struggle, hunger, and suffering before I arrived to the streets of New York City.

Once I arrived to the streets of New York City I was honestly amazed by what I saw. So many people, buildings, restaurants, cars, etc. There were gigantic billboards in an area that I would find out it was called Times Square. It was beautiful seeing all the commercials, movie trailers, TV trailers, ads, concerts, etc.

There were so many awesome hotels that looked very expensive, so many museums, and parks. The biggest park was Central Park. Everything was amazing, there were people jogging, doing some exercises, taking some pictures, taking their kids to the playgrounds, or doing picnics.

I also saw the Statue of Library from afar.

There were so many places to visit, like a lot. It was more than just weeks to visit them all. But I will eventually because I plan to live here. This gonna be my new place I call home.

Though I didn't how yet at the time. Little did I know my answer would be coming soon than I expected.

One night when I was sleeping in an alleyway since I knew I couldn't rent a hotel or apartment because I was just a kid, a group of thugs found me sleeping. I didn't know they found me until they pulled forcibly up on my feet as I try to call for help. They put a gun on my head to tell me to be quiet. They told me to be quiet or they would put a bullet in my head. Then they were about to do some….. really inappropriate things I really don't want to talk about. I feel sick thinking about even to today. They were sick sexual predators. But at that moment a someone shouted at the sexual predators to let me go and to get on their knees and put their hands up.

As they turned around, they immediately let me go and did what the man told them to do. I fell to the ground started to cry due to what those sick fucks were about to do to me. Eventually the man would come to me after dealing with those predators. I would see he was a police officer.

"Hey are you right?" I remembered he asked.

I remember shaking my head yes while I was hugging him tight. I asked who he was and he told me his name.

"Marcus Williams" He said.

That was when I met him.

"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" I remembered Marcus asking me.

And so I told him….. everything. Absolutely everything. Where I am from, the horrible life I suffered in that town, the abuse I suffered from my Margaret, the abuse I suffered in my school life, the Ultras, me escaping the town, and why I left town.

Marcus was shocked when I told him all of this and then had a look of anger. I guess because maybe he has never heard much a disturbing case of child abuse ever in his life. Then he decided to take me back not to the police station, but to his house.

Yes, that was the moment he became my adopted father. Where everything changed for me.

When I officially moved to his house and unpacked all my stuff from my book bag and suitcase.

Since Marcus knew I couldn't keep the same name I had since people would find out who I am, he decided to change it. To create a new identity for me with brand new information like a different date of birth, where I am from, social security, etc.

That was the moment he gave me the name that changed me to a brand new person.

'Mindy Macready'

I finally snapped back out of my thoughts after rethinking and remembering everything about my old life.

Apart from Marcus, this whole time there was something nobody ever knew about me.

I look at the file I was holding on my right hand. The file that had all the information about the name Mindy.

My name isn't Mindy.

I look at the other file I was holding in my other hand, a file that represents my old past life. It had a name. A name that has been forgotten for a very long time. Until now.

It's Carrie White.

Everything around me starts to lift from the ground and float in the air.

My real name is Carrie White.