Hit Girl

Ch 4 Hit Girls Don't Cry

Mindy sat waiting on a ugly brown couch. She looked at her phone. He'd be arriving any minute now.
In some ways she missed this place. She could of became a regular person here.
Mindy shook the thought from her head. She tried that already, and Dave had lost his dad. Plus, Mindy was the mask. Hit Girl was who she really was.

There was a rattle of keys fallowed by the door opening. A man walked in carrying a bag of groceries. Mindy watched him for a second. She really did miss him.

"Hello Markus."

Markus dropped the bag, and instinctively reached for his pistol. He swung around gun drawn to see Mindy. He instantly placed his gun back in the holster. The look on his face said it all, but he said it anyway.

"Mindy? I thought I'd never see you again." Said Markus as if he was on the verge of tears.

That only made Mindy feel worse. Seeing how much he had risked. He tryed to give her a normal life. He sent her to school,sleepovers with normal teenage girls. That turned out to be total bitches, but he didn't know that. He even encouraged her to date. All things Big Daddy never even brought up. In some ways Markus was the dad she should of had. Another thought, she thought best to force from her head.

"I didn't want to get you in trouble." Said Mindy apologetically.

Markus just stared at her for a second. Finally he walked toward her, and took Mindy into a tight embrace.

"Look at you, your a woman." Said Markus holding her at arms length.

"Yea it kind of just happened."

"Are you hungry? Can you stay for dinner?" Asked Markus sounding like a parent trying to get there child that never visits. To spend some time with them, and like a child that never visited. She had to disappoint him.

"I love to Markus, but I cant. Not today anyway."

"Of course, what do you need Mindy, money?" Asked Markus digging out a old brown leather wallet that reminded Mindy of the couch. She wondered if it was a joint deal. Buy a couch get a matching wallet.

" I don't have much, but I can go to the ATM."

"Thank you, but I don't need your money. I still have about two point four million give or take ten grand."

"Oh, hell! Can I barrow some money then."

They both broke out in loud laughter. Mindy couldn't remember the last time she laughed so hard. It almost felt unnatural. Not forced by any means. It just felt out of place. With all the evil things she saw on a nightly basis.It just felt kind of wrong.

"I need to find the driver on a 2013 14 Ducati motor bike."

"I would love to help you Mindy, but that's almost next to impossible. Do know how many Ducatis sale a year?"

"I figured that much, but how many hot pink ones can there possibly be."

It took several hours before Markus came up with any thing, but finally he handed her a list of names. Mindy scanned over the names carefully. There where only seven specially ordered Ductis that matched the description, and one was right here in New York.

Mindy parked her bike almost a block away from the given address. She jogged till she reached her destination.

"What the balls is this?" Said Mindy crouching behind a bush.

The house was very small and tidy looking. It looked like something a old couple would chose to live out the remainder of their days in.
There was a noise coming from inside. It sounded like music. Mindy slowly inched closer.

"Is that, Hole?" Thought Mindy.

Mindy was almost to the door. When she heard a man scream fallowed by a loud thud, like a large bag books being dropped off a table. Mindy had heard that scream before it was.

"Kick Ass!"

Before Mindy even knew what she was doing. She crashed threw a large window. Coming out of roll she removed her gun. She stood in what must of been the living room. There was a large black couch, and a Lazy boy facing a television that look like a foot went threw it. The music was still blaring loudly as Mindy made her way to the next room. Mindy swept threw the kitchen into the dinning area. Her heart stopped.

There lie Dave in a small ball on a fuzzy pink rug.

"Dave!" Said Mindy leaping to his side.
She cradled him in her arms ,but he didn't respond. He had a bad cut over his left eye. That had recently been stitched up. Mindy doubted that miss Murder Kitten took him to the hospital. Although the stitches seemed professionally done.

"Dave wake up damn it!" Demanded Mindy slapping him hard across the side of the face, that had the least damage.
The stereo was still blaring Courtney loves greatest hits in the corner. Mindy pulled out her pistol, and shot the stereo once, twice, three four five times. She was carried away by her anger.

"Hey, that was my jam." The voice was no more than a whisper.

Mindy looked down to meet Dave's eyes. The corner of his mouth was curved slightly, as if he wanted to smile ,but it hurt to badly.

"Where's the Pink Bitch at?" Asked Mindy coming back to her senses.

Suddenly Dave's expression changed. A look of confusion, and fear flooded his features.

"She's been fallowing you around. Tracing your every move. She's probably watching us right now." Said Dave obviously disturbed by the notion.
Mindy quickly jumped to her feet, and scanned her surroundings.

" I'm going to sweep the house." Said Mindy disappearing out of the room.

She quickly returned with a look of disappointment.

"No ones here. Maybe she doest even know where I am." Said Mindy confidently.

Dave didn't look as convinced.

"She placed a gps on your bike. The day she ran into you at the hospital. She knows you are here, and every where you've been."

"Markus! Dave get up we have to go."

"I can't I'm stuck here by this collar."

Mindy looked at his neck noticing the metallic object for the first time.. She reached for it, but Dave quickly pushed her hand away.

"Don't touch it! Its will kill me if you mess with it to much. Just go, and come back as soon as you have Markus."

"Here take this." Said Mindy handing Dave one of her guns. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

Mindy raced out the door.

Would this girl hurt Markus? Did she have a reason to? Either way Mindy wasn't going to risk this syco getting her hands on one of the two people in the whole world. That she actually cared about. Although Kick Ass was technically still in her clutches, and who knows what she would do to Markus if she found out he was helping her.

"Who the hell was this girl, and why is she messing with evey thing I love?"