Hit Girl

A teen girl walked alone down a dark road. She headed nowhere in particular just strolling, contemplating her next move. When she suddenly realized she was being followed by two large men in dark hoodies. She sped up to see if the men would mimic her, sure enough they had.
Not  thinking clearly she turn  into an ally way, only to realize it was a dead end.

"Perfect." Thought the teen.

She quickly look around for a place to hide. The only shelter was a large city trash can. She quickly dived inside,  and dug something out of her pink backpack.

She could hear the men approaching at a run. She carefully lifted the lid, and saw the look of excitement on the men's faces, as they to realized she had ran straight into a dead end.

"She's here somewhere. There's no way out." Said a deep raspy voice.

"Come on out sweety we just wanna play." Echoed the other man's cold squeaky voice.

She watched from her hiding place as the men search  for her threw out the ally way.
The larger of the two men began to head directly for the trash can, in which she was hiding. She slowly let the lid drop hoping she hadn't draw attention to herself.
She could hear the mans foot steps approaching, louder, and louder, and louder until suddenly it  went dead quite.

Suddenly the lid was ripped open, and the girl was looking eye to eye with the ugliest man she had ever seen.

He had a large yellow smile on his face, until he realized the girl was now wearing a purple mask and wig.

"Hey there ass nugget!" Said
the girl jamming a knife into the large mans jugular. He let out a cough, spewing warm slimy blood all over her face. She simply wiped it off, and leaped out of the trash can.
The other man stared in horror, as his friend fell to the ground with a large blade sticking from his neck.

"You, you little bitch! You killed Tray " Said squeaky.

"Trust me I just did him a favor. With a face like that he had to be suffering depression."

She walked over calmly and recovered her blade from Raspy's throat. She wiped away the blood on his Nike hoodie. She then turned her attention back to Squeaky.

The remaining man kept looking back in forth between his dying friend and the girl.

She couldn't of been over seventeen. She had a round face that at the moment had a blood soaked grin.

"So are we gonna play or what? O, I got a game.  Lets play helpless girl chops off perv's cock, and shoves it in his pervy ass!"

Squeaky removed a large buck knife from the inside of his hoodie.

The girl only continued to smile. As she planted her feet preparing for the fight.
  Squeaky's hand was shaking so violently the girl was sure he'd accidentally cut himself.

Big Daddy had thought her how to correctly hold a knife, more importantly how to not be afraid. Big Daddy wasn't afraid of anyone, and thanks to him neither was she.

Squeaky looked at her then the knife in his hand. He seampt to be considering his options.

"Are we going to do this or not shit burger?" Asked the girl almost bored.

"Who the hell are you kid?" Demanded Squeaky.

"Me? I'm Hit Girl."

Hit girl made a move toward the would be attacker. His courage seemed to leave him all at once.  As he dropped his knife, and ran out of the ally.

"What a douche."

Mindy McCready lay awake in her queen sized bed struggling to sleep. It had been this way ever since her farther Damon was murdered by Frank Dameco's henchmen. She also held Frank responsible for her mother's death. Frank Dameco had framed Mindy's father Damon, for being a drug dealing cop. Damon was sent to prison.