Tuesday
Chicago
Glenview
I was tired when I awoke.
The night had been long and I had not slept well. I seriously wanted to stay in bed, but no, I had kids to get ready for school and I had to prepare for that evening's activities.
Dave was already up and it seemed, so were the kids.
"Morning, Mindy!" They both chorused as I stumbled into the kitchen.
"Morning..."
Dave was grinning. All three of them seemed too damn happy for seven-thirty in the damned morning!
St Louis
Our first venture into actually hurting people had occurred in the third week.
We had been out shopping – it was a useful pastime and allowed us to get some fresh air, and we did need to buy food from time to time. It also stopped us sitting in the grungy apartment and worrying about ourselves.
As was normal, there were always some unsavoury types walking the streets that thought with their dicks. In our case the idiot could not take 'no' for an answer! The man seized my wrist; normally I would have screamed and pissed myself, but for some reason I was not scared. I seemed to go into automatic and found myself cool, calm and collected.
I smirked at the man, who seemed to ease off my wrist, just for a second and then I twisted his wrist and at the same time twisted my body around; I heard bones in his wrist snapping. The man screamed; I punched him hard in the neck as he bent over to grasp the damaged wrist. He fell to the ground.
The other man came towards me; I seized the incoming fist and used the man's momentum to twist him forwards. He hit the ground beside his unfortunate friend and I smashed my boot into his face, breaking his nose.
I ignored his screams; grabbed Stephanie's hand and ran.
"How the bloody-hell did you do that?"
"I wish I knew, Steph, I wish I knew..."
I looked up at Miranda with some concern. I was worried about what I might find myself doing without any control. Mind you, I was still only nine, so there was not all that much I could do! If only that were so...
A week later, it was my turn; I had been alone and walking back from the store. It was after dark, not that the dark worried me. A young girl of about fourteen was being annoyed by some older boys – I fully intended just to walk on by, but then something inside me snapped.
"Leave her alone, you fucking bullies!" I growled.
The four boys turned in my direction.
"That accent ain't from around here, limey!"
I rolled my eyes – not very original.
"That the best you've got – fucking wanker!" I retorted.
"Shouldn't little girls, like you, be in bed?" Another laughed.
The girl tried to use my distraction to escape, but one of the boys grabbed her and slapped her across the face.
"Stay!" He warned.
I do not know what happened or why, but I ran forwards and jumped at the first boy, grabbing him around the neck and pulling him down to the pavement. I drove my elbow into the side of his head; he stayed down. As he fell, I jumped to the next boy, then the next, and the next. Within two minutes, all four boys were groaning on the ground.
"Bloody hell; I've got blood on my jeans!" I growled and left the girl standing there in astonishment.
I was a dozen yards away before I stopped and gazed behind me.
"Holy shit!" I thought and ran back to the apartment.
"Trouble?" Miranda asked as I slammed the front door behind me.
"I just put four wankers out cold..."
"You?"
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Miranda!"
Despite her size, Stephanie could move and hit hard.
I had witnessed the punishment the punch bag took; we had repaired it twice! I had also learnt not to annoy her, as she would often resort to using her fists when she was agitated, or things got too much for her.
Stephanie's temper tantrums were something to behold – mind you that applied to most nine-year-old girls. She had a fair set of lungs and a varied and admittedly foul, vocabulary. I had learnt many new British swear words, most of which I had had to look up on Google!
Chicago
Safehouse F
I pulled a pair of Glock 19 pistols from the rack and checked them both on the table before inserting them into my holsters.
Beside me, two new vigilantes readied their own weapons.
"You two ready to do it again?"
"Hit Girl, we were born ready!" Batman replied.
"The City awaits!" I laughed.
This time Batman and Catwoman were being supported by the full might of Fusion.
It was a night to put the fear of God into criminals everywhere. That night we had twelve vigilantes and a dog on the streets and two more on duty at the Safehouse. All of Fusion's available resources were deployed.
Hal and Battle Guy were in the Command Centre. Iron Hide was being driven by Medic. With her were Batman and Catwoman, along with Eisenhower for support. On two wheels that night, we had Kick-Ass, Hit Girl, Shadow, Jackal, Mist, Petra, Splinter, Trojan and Wildcat.
It was an amazing sight, nine motorcycles roaring up South Archer Avenue, with Iron Hide behind. We rode in two parallel lines of four, with Kick-Ass out in front. Then we broke off into three teams. Iron Hide, along with Mist, headed up South Pulaski Road. Kick-Ass, Shadow, Wildcat and Splinter headed up South Central Avenue. The final team, Hit Girl, Jackal, Trojan and Petra headed up South Cicero Avenue.
St Louis
"Hey look at this!"
"What's that Steph?"
Stephanie just pointed at the TV. I could see a news broadcast; it was coming live from Chicago. I could see a large SUV trailing a line of motorcycles up a broad street. It was dark, but I instantly knew who was on display. It was those vigilantes, now why did that start to mean something to me?
I started to get flashes of images in my head. A mad sex session in the toilet cubicle of a men's room. Flashes of green and yellow. A man with a dog on his balls; now that was freaky! Standing on a rooftop. A name: Dave. I would need to work on those memories.
Chicago
"You two have fun, now!"
"Thanks, Medic!" I called back as Catwoman and I dismounted from Iron Hide.
"Catwoman and Batman are dismounting and on foot!" Catwoman called.
"I copy Catwoman and Batman on foot!" Hal replied from the Safehouse.
"Let's go Kick-Ass!" I growled.
A mile across town
"You sure about this, boss – those bastards are out, tonight – I don't feel safe."
"They're miles away from here, besides we go in, we come out, we go fence the crap, we go home – simples!"
"If you say so, boss!"
The man began to attack the window in preparation for entering the residential apartment. Within a few seconds, he slid the window up. He stuck a long leg through and climbed into the apartment.
Inside the apartment
I heard a noise; it came from the living room.
How many times had I told that kid to stay in bed and stay away from the TV! I swung my feet out of bed and headed from the living room. I turned on the main light.
"You are bust..." I began before I screamed.
A strange man was standing with his back to the window, he had knife in his gloved right hand, a ski mask on his head covering his face. Then suddenly the man seemed to vanish as he was dragged kicking and screaming back through the window. I heard a thud and then there was silence.
I dug deep for some courage and stepped slowly towards the window. I screamed again as a head suddenly appeared at the window.
"Sorry to scare you – those two won't be hurting anybody else; the Cops are on their way – goodnight!"
"Err, goodnight, err Kick-Ass!"
Safehouse F
"That's two for Kick-Ass!"
In a box on the large screen were the names of all the vigilantes out on the streets that night. Below Kick-Ass a glowing number two appeared – everybody else was at zero.
"Thanks Abby, coffee?"
"Yeah, thanks, Marty."
South Pulaski Road
"Come to me, you little bastards!"
"Batman, Mist – two coming your way, laden with the contents of a drug store..."
"Batman copies – we're ready!"
South Central Avenue
I hated this damn suit; it was too damn tight.
I had no choice, though, if I wanted to go out and fight. I had not realised how big my tits were getting until I had to squeeze them into the top of my suit! Trojan had offered to help, but I had declined his kind offer; there was a time and a place for everything! Now, though, I wanted to get myself on the scoreboard...
Kick-Ass had two down already, which sucked. I crept through the darkness with Shadow behind me. Then I heard a noise and raised my fist signalling Shadow to stop.
South Cicero Avenue
We were the alternative dream team.
Petra and Hit Girl. We cruised side by side up the avenue before pulling over beside a dark and forbidding alleyway. Jackal and Trojan had made their way to the opposite end of the complex alleyway system.
We were gonna score big – you go Hit Girl!
South Pulaski Road
"What the fuck are you?"
"I'm Batman!" I growled as I drove a fist into the man's face – God that felt good.
"What are we going to do with you?" Catwoman asked quietly of the man she had pinned to the alley wall.
"Stop playing with your food, Catwoman!"
"Spoilsport!" Catwoman replied, smacking the man across the head with her gauntlet.
The man slithered down the wall and was still.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
The cell rang again with more pickup instructions.
"Don't they think we have anything better to do than go around picking up their castoffs?" Murphy moaned.
"I think we're gonna need backup, tonight – call Voight?" Fellowes responded as he pushed a bound criminal into the back of his SUV.
"At this rate we're gonna spend every day till Christmas doing the paperwork!"
"Life's a bitch – get used to it..."
South Central Avenue
"Hey, not fucking fair!"
I watched as Splinter span around and drove his armoured knee into a man's face, sending him sprawling.
"You snooze, you lose, Kitty-Cat!" Splinter laughed.
I sensed something and span to my right catching another cunt around the head and putting him down.
"Oh, yeah – I've still got it!"
"Children – behave..." Shadow growled as she surveyed the scene. She cocked her head to one side and then turned towards a doorway.
"Kick-Ass – we need a door opened..." She added.
Safehouse F
The scoreboard was ticking up.
Kick-Ass was still on top, but we were still in the first quarter, with the whole game stretching ahead of us.
"Popcorn?" I asked Abby.
"Caramel?"
"Of course!"
South Harding Avenue
The two men grabbed the cash from the startled man behind the counter and ran towards the door of the store.
They got maybe eight feet before coming to a full stop. There in front of them was a sight, to behold. The woman was clad in white body-armour and had a slim, but mature figure. In her hands, she held a large, wicked-looking, UTAS UTS-15 bullpup pump-action shotgun. Beside her, snarling fit to burst was an enormous animal, clad in its own body armour. Behind them both, stood the instantly recognisable bulk of Iron Hide. The woman racked back the pump-action to get their full attention.
Both men raised their pistols up.
"You boys gonna come quietly?" An electronically distorted voice growled.
"Two against one, bitch!"
"You two know German?"
"Huh?"
"Well my dog does – Schwanz!"
The men's eyes went wide as the dog bolted forwards and sank its jaws into the one of the two available groins.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The man screamed as he fell to the ground, wrestling with the dog and dropping his pistol.
The owner of the store came to the door to see what was happening. He was just in time to witness the second man placing his pistol on the ground.
"Please take what belongs to you, sir!" The white apparition growled.
The owner grabbed hold of the cash bag and nodding his thanks, retreated into his store.
A crowd was gathering as Medic secured the hands of the man without a dog on his balls. She secured him to a metal eye on the outside of the store normally reserved for dogs.
"Eisenhower, tot!" She growled and Eisenhower instantly withdrew, glaring and licking her jaws.
The second man joined his unfortunate companion, grimacing with pain. Medic handed the broken down pistols to the storeowner for safekeeping until the Cops arrived.
South Cicero Avenue
"At the end of the first quarter, we have a tie for the lead – Kick-Ass and Medic with Eisenhower!" Battle Guy reported over the comms.
"Medic?" I growled.
That bitch was not gonna beat me; nobody beat Hit-Girl! I ran forwards into the darkness, followed by Petra. We both saw the man at the same time...
"He's mine!" I yelled.
"Fuck that, bitch – he's mine!" Petra challenged.
The unfortunate target must have shit himself as he saw two armoured vigilantes running towards him full tilt. We both kicked out at the same time sending the man flying a good distance.
"Got him!" Petra announced happily.
"Like fuck, you did!"
"My point!" Petra retorted.
"You gonna challenge me, cunt?"
"You're not much of a challenge..."
"Girls!" Jackal growled. "While I like a good chick fight as much as the next man – we have a job to do. Behave or I'll bang both your heads together!"
We both watched as Jackal dumped two unconscious men beside our own.
"Battle Guy; that would be two up for Jackal and half each for the two little bitches!"
South Central Avenue
"The two little bitches – err, Hit Girl and Petra are now on the board and Jackal is up there with Kick-Ass and Medic!"
The call came in just as the door exploded to the weight of Kick-Ass smashing through. I rushed past him, determined to beat Jackal or I would never hear the end of it! As I had suspected, we had found a drug den. The men were playing cards and there was a ton of money on the table.
"Now this can go easy, or it can go hard..." I began.
"Fuck easy!" Wildcat announced as she cannoned into the men, kicking and punching.
"I like her style!" Kick-Ass growled diving into the maelstrom.
"Fuck!" I yelled out as I glared at Splinter and we both entered the fray.
South Cicero Avenue
"Please, I made a mistake..."
"Yes, you did – any other night and maybe I might have let you walk; only tonight is not good for me…!"
I punched the man into silence and dragged him into the growing pile.
"You're getting there, Hit Girl!" Trojan laughed.
I scowled and swore violently.
Chicago Police Department
District 21
"Fuck off, you two – this is beyond a fucking joke now!" Sergeant Trudy Platt announced from behind her desk.
"Sorry – it's not a night to be bad!" Fellowes grinned.
"Oh, before I forget, Voight's on his way in with eight..." Murphy laughed.
"I'll get you for this, you won't escape my wrath!" Platt retorted a smile on her face before turning to the Officers behind her. "More coming in, you sorry excuses for Cops, so get to work!"
South Pulaski Road
They never knew what hit them as we both attacked without warning.
The burning fire in the barrel highlighted our shadows, but nothing more. I kicked and I punched, sending one man towards Catwoman who swung him against the brickwork of the alleyway. I was running on the intense high of the adrenalin rush.
Catwoman had a spring in her step as she used her litheness to great advantage, sidestepping anyone who attacked her and following up with a powerful punch to somewhere delicate.
By the time we had finished there were four more for the slammer.
Safehouse F
Everybody returned very tired, but pleased with the night's work.
I had to see what the total was. I pushed into the Control Centre and groaned. We had put forty-six criminals behind bars, but I was low down on the scoreboard. Shadow had been beaten, by everybody but Wildcat, Splinter, Batman and Catwoman who had all tied with three each. Even my own Mother and Eisenhower had beaten me, with four! I was pleased to see that Hit Girl and Petra looked pissed off too, as they had drawn with Kick-Ass, Medic and Trojan.
The winner with six was the very smug looking Mist!