What the hell was that?

Mindy Macready?

What was she talking about? She couldn't be serious. Superheroes?

I mean sure, out here in Manhattan we had hundreds of people like that.

But that Mindy girl... She couldn't be serious... Could she?

"What the fuck Addy?"

She had just walked back from talking to Spidergirl. She held a peice of paper in her hand.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"That chick with the muscles?"

"Oh yeah, that."

"Yeah, that," I replied, annoyed. "I could have died!"

She made a sympathetic face and held her hand to her heart.

"And I would have mourned," she said. Then she held up her paper. "After I got laid, bitch!"

I looked at the napkin with interest, forgetting about the previous incident.

"Digits?" I asked with a smile. "What's her name?"

"Emily," she smirked.

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"Oh yes, I just went there."

That is all.)

"Well good for you," I said, patting her on the back.

"Hell yeah it is."

As we walked home, we were a block away from our apartment (Addy and I lived in the same building), when I was aproached by the kids from school, Dalton and Richie.

Dalton was a hefty black kid, with a cigarette in his mouth. He shaved his head in a military fashion, but over it he wore a Red Sox baseball cap. (How dare that bastard? This is New York!)

Richie had messy brown hair that touched his shoulders. He kind of looked like a punk-ass version of Shawn White. He was an idiot who always wore skinny jeans and leather jackets.

"Heeeey, buddy," Dalton said in a fake-happy-high voice. He switched back to his normal one. "Can we talk?"

Addy stepped in front of me. "We got a problem here?"

Dalton laughed. "No, little girl," he said, pretending like he wasn't scared of her. But he knew better. He grabbed me by the shoulders in what he would call a 'bro-hug'. "We just need to talk, ain't that right bud?"

I nodded solemnly and Addy left.

"So how much do you think he owes us, Rich?"

"I'd saaaay," he tapped his chin. "50 bucks?"

"Sounds good."

These assholes... Since the second grade, they've beaten me up mercilessly. So we came up with a mutually benefitial plan. If I pay them money for their pot, I get off bruisless. I never told Addy about these stoners because they would hesitate to hit a girl.

I slapped the roll of money into Dalton's hands and started to turn.

"Hehe, we gonna get high as the shit," laughed Richie. I never understood his analogies... "See ya later faggot!"

I took a look in the mirror.

I wasn't ugly, I was normal. I had shaggy black hair in a sweep. My eyes were a rich brown with dark eyelashes. I was freckled, and had pale white skin. I was just so... average.

I sat down at my desk and closed my eyes.

Something kept bugging me...

Mindy... Mindy... Macready...

I know I'd heard the name before... It had seemed important... I decided to look it up. My family shared a PC, so I turned it on and went to Google.

Mindy Macready New York, New York

A few bullcrap links came up until I saw it.

Mindy Macready, child of Damon Macready aprehended by Sergeant Marcus W...

It looked like a news report. I must have overheard my dad talking about one of his cases...

...A child of a mere 11 years old was aprehended on 7/13/09 by Sergeant Marcus Williams...

I knew that name too! My father had worked with him in the feild quite a few times before.

...It is known that the young Macready's father was imprisoned for possesion and selling of crack-cocaine. Just 8 and a half months after, Mindy's mother attempted scuicide by OD. While rushed to the hospital, it was discovered that she was pregnant. During Mindy's birth, her mother passed away...

Wow. I couldn't imagine from the 5 seconds I'd seen her that she had a life like this.

...Damon Macready had been in custody of the girl since she was 6. They went missing for aproximatley 5 years, with Mindy returning to her hometown. The unexpected visit to the house on Williow Street was a shock to everyone, including the resident of the building, Marcus Williams. She entered with a briefcase, containing several of her belongings, her adoption papers, and Damon's will. Marcus was a close friend of Damon when he was in the police force. Apparently he was Mindy's godfather! Everything he had owned ($42,000) was given to Marcus on the promise that his daughter would recieve 65% of it on her 18th birthday. Marcus and his wife Jane now have custody of the young Macready...

I never would have guessed that my father's closest friend was the father of that phsycopath.

...A quote from Mindy on the events of those five years with her father:

"We just moved from town to town. He just homeschooled me and we just lived like a normal family. I didn't think we were breaking any laws or anything. In 5 years he drove me to our my old house and told me to go to Marcus's. He said he loved me and told me to give him the briefcase. He drove away. That's pretty much it."...

That settled it.

It was a different Mindy Macready.

I mean the picture that looked like her must have been a coincidence too.

About an hour later of surfing the web, I got a message from Facebook.

Hit-Girl has invited you to an event.