So I wanted to mix my two favorite aspects of the current Kick-Ass Fanfics. I wanted to take awesome OCs, the concept of revenge, and the leaked plot ideas for Kick-Ass: Balls to the wall, in order to make a story for everyone to enjoy. If you're looking for some love-y dove-y wish fullfillment story, click back. Likewise, if you're looking for something that's a constant blood bath, click back. However, if you'll settle for my attempt at keeping things somewhat balanced then keep reading. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Mindy, a normal sixth grade girl living a normal life. Had I only known her as Hit-Girl and not the teary eyed Mind Macready who I consoled in the midst of the D'Amico household as it burned to ashes around us I might have never been able to fathom this idea. But, lo and behold, there I stood in the park with pink party decorations on the picnic tables and giggling preteens eager to eat cake and hand out presents.

I stood in the fresh cut grass, feeling awkward and out of place. Despite being an undercover hero I was still just a teenage boy and no teenage boy really feels completely at home in the midst of a sixth grader's birthday party. Her mother had no problem with the idea of me visiting Mindy as often as I did, to her I was her savior. If only she knew that it was actually the other way around. Walking towards Mindy's table, a rectangular box wrapped in baby blue wrapping paper that donned a purple bow, I thought about how I would go about giving her the gift.

The child formerly known as Hit-Girl looked bored. Her chin rested in her hand as her expression showed that her mind was somewhere far away from the girls around her who chattered mindlessly about things like boys and who had gotten their periods. I knew for a fact none of these things could ever possibly interest Mindy, who since I had last seen her traded her long pigtails for a glittery butterfly hairclip. It wasn't a butterfly knife, sure, but by the cracked edge I could tell she probably liked to pretend it was.

"Hey." I managed to spout out awkwardly as I stood in front of Mindy. I was so close and she hadn't even noticed me. Just how far gone in her own little world was she? At the sound of my voice her head perked up and she flashed a smile.

"Hey." she chirped, eyeing my box curiously. "So, whatcha get me?" She asked with a mischievous smirk. I rolled my eyes and she let out a small laugh.

"Right to business, should have figured." It has occurred to me that her friends are all staring at me now. Gee, these girls are just miniature versions of the she-demons at my school. I surrendered my clumsy wrapped box to the eager birthday girl. In a matter of seconds she had made quick work of my shoddy wrapping job to reveal the gift inside.

"Dude!" She begins, her eyes lit up as she pulled the gift out of its box. In her hands is a dark purple skateboard complete with pink wheels. Most of the girls scrunch up their noses save for two who look as delighted as Mindy. I'm taking a wild guess and saying those two are the only ones she bothers to hang out with outside of this party. "It's. . ." She pauses, trying to find a word that won't make her mother angry. "It's awesome!"

I already knew Mindy wanted a skateboard. Granted, she would have liked a gun or maybe tear gas more. Still her mother doesn't like her using weapons, and her school has kicked her out of most contact sports. While she takes a few martial arts classes she thinks they're pretty boring. So I figured I get her something to make her life a little less dull. As she places the skateboard on the grass and places her feet on the board few of the parents say something like, 'be careful', but they don't know Mindy.

Just as the little blonde goes to hug me is when it happens. A shot rings out in the backyard and for a moment everyone freezes. No one is aware of what has happened yet until the girl next to Mindy falls backwards, blood pooling out of a fresh bullet wound to the head. My eyes widen as Mindy grabs the fabric of my shirt and brings me down to the floor. I get my wits back as a sea of gunshots sounds around me, and I quickly cover Mindy. Much to my dismay the two of us are costumeless, weaponless, and utterly useless in this situation. A part of me wishes that I could pull off something impossibly badass and save the day, and I know Mindy must be thinking the same thing. However, we aren't Hit-Girl and Kick-Ass right now. In this moment we're just poor little Dave and Mindy, two helpless kids in the middle of a shoot out.

As fast as it started it's finished, and not even a day later it'll be all over FOX news. Fortunately, Mindy and her mom come out unscathed, unfortunately five children and two adults are dead.

As I stand up and fix my glasses I make a futile attempt to drown out the sounds of the dying people around me. Squinting I look at the black SUV with windows so tinted the owner might as well have spray painted them black. For a brief moment I catch sight of a face in the half open passenger's side window. He cracks what I think is a smile from behind his mask before speeding away.

I'd know that gravity defying hairdo anywhere, and the knot in my stomach mutters to me that the email I received from him shortly after our last show down was much more than an empty threat. At my side a wild eyed Mindy charges at the vehicle, hair clip in hand, and chucks the item at the car's windshield with deadly precision. However, the plastic is no match for the bullet proof glass and it ricochets off only to be crushed under gargantuan tires.

Watching in disbelief as the car speeds off the horrible cries of mothers and fathers claw at my ears. Mindy pulls at her hair like a wild animal, screaming obscenities. Around us children are loosing blood and a little girl is slowly losing her Aunt. I feel sick; I vomit.

Being a superhero, at least for me, has different periods. It's a horrible rollercoaster of things being the fun filled adventure I'd wanted them to be, horribly dull, and my least favorite of them being situations so deadly and serious I'd have never donned the costume had I known death would cling to me like a fly on shit. Now is one of those serious periods, and watching Mindy as she pulls out tufts of hair I realize that the only way to bring the current deadly period to an end is to find the guy who did this.

I have to find Chris D'Amico.

There aren't any OCs in this chapter, I know. They'll happen eventually. Prepare yourselves. Anyway, this is my first fic on here so any kind of feedback is great. I'm not begging or anything, so feel free to leave a comment and alternatively feel free to stay silent.