Kick-Ass And The Neuromistress

Prologue-First Look

I was never the popular child. I was never the girl that went to sleepovers and got their hair and nails done at the salon, using their parent's credit cards and never having to worry about lifting a finger.

I don't have parents. They died when I was 8.

The official police report stated that they died in a kitchen fire. But when I left that night to the bookstore, they ordered takeout.

I had no relatives who would take me, so I ended up in foster care. The family that adopted me abused me for the hell of it. They were rich so even if I said anything, they hired people to keep me quiet.

This went on for 8 years. Until the day I turned 16.

In order to keep appearances, they threw me a birthday party. All of the attendees were friends of theirs since I had no friends.

I was absolutely miserable until a person came up to me, gave me $5 million dollars, a pair of car keys and told me to get the hell out of there.

So later that night while they were sleeping, I packed a bad of clothes and essentials, stole another million from their safe, got into the car they bought me (which was a black viper) and left town.

I drove. And drove. And drove.

Until I ended up in Staten Island, New York. There was a house on sale there, so I basically jumped at the opportunity and bought the house. The house cost $350,000 so it didn't rip me off much.

I bought some furniture for the house so it wouldn't be empty most of the time. I filled the master bedroom with training gear and computer equipment and the guest bedroom with regular bedroom furniture in case anyone needed a place to stay. I just had a feeling that would be needed.

I enrolled at Millard Fillmore High School so I could at least get an education. Little did I know my future would change forever.

My first day at Millard Fillmore, I walked into the front doors with my notebook in my hands and my backpack on my shoulders. It looked strange since I'd never been to school before. It looked so new. I looked new.

Halfway on my way to the office, someone shoved me hardly into the lockers. The impact hurt so much that I think it sprained my shoulder.

"Stay out of my way loser."

Ignoring the pain, I walked to the office to get my schedule. My first class was English so I headed there. I walked to the front desk of some woman with big breasts and showed her my schedule. She pointed to a desk and told me to sit there. I sat down and pulled out my notebook to draw in. Usually on my free time, I draw random buildings or people. For some reason, the things I draw I met eventually in real life. It's strange. Like supernatural strange.

The bell rang. I gathered my stuff and left the classroom. I walked to my locker, sat beside it and continued to draw.

At the moment, I was drawing a boy with curly hair and glasses. He actually looked pretty cute. The only problem was that I couldn't get the nose right. It looked all loop-sided.

In the midst of me fixing the nose, 4 girls came up to me, opening and slamming their lockers loudly just to annoy me.

One of the girls noticed my frustration and said, "Oh, is the poor emo girl frustrated? Does the poor emo girl hate lockers slamming? Is the poor emo girl......."

She just kept going on and on with her constant bitching. It started to really annoy me. I had enough.

All of a sudden, a locker opened and hit the girl hard in the face. It hit her so hard that blood spurted out her nose. I laughed, finding the moment hilarious and strange.

The girl looked at me and yelled, "You bitch!"

She punched me in the face and in the gut, causing me to bend over in pain. She punched me again in the back of the head, causing me to fall to the ground.

The other girls joined in, proceeding in beating the shit out of me.

The pain hurt so bad that I blacked out.

Dave's POV

I was walking down the hall with Marty and Todd. We were on our way to Atomic Comics to look at the brand new comics on sale.

When we turned around the corner, I saw 4 girls ganging up on another for girl. A beautiful girl. Just the look of her face made my heart beat fast, but also made it break seeing the blood on her face.

I yelled at the group, "Hey! Leave her alone!"

They looked up at me and ran, leaving the bloody limp girl in the hallway.

I ran up to the girl and checked her pulse. Her heartbeat was a bit faint.

I picked her up bridal style and carried her to the Nurse's office.

When I walked into the office, the Nurse told me to put her on a bed in the back.

After I put her on the bed, I brushed a stand of hair behind her ear, letting me see more of her face. This caused the girl to stir, making her open her eyes and look at me.

Raven's POV

My face hurt really bad. My torso hurt just as much. It became very hard to move.

I felt a light touch on my face. It felt warm. Comforting. It somehow caused my eyes to open, slightly waking up.

My vision was blurry at first, but after a few blinks, it started to become clearer. There was a boy sitting in front of me. He had brown curly hair, blue eyes and glasses. I instantly recognized him. He was the boy I drew in my notebook. He looked really cute. Geeky, but cute.

I tried to sit up, but pain coursed throughout my body as soon as I moved.

He put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't move. You're still in a lot of pain." He had a bit of a squeaky voice. It was very adorable.

"Why did you help me? You don't know me," I asked.

He gave me a sad look and said, "Because you needed help and no one would."

I gave him a weak smile. Ignoring the pain, I pushed my hand forward.

" I'm Raven. Raven Snow."

He smiled and lightly shook my hand.
"I'm Dave. Dave Lizewski."