Full Novel Synopsis: Sequel to 'The Spiralling', itself a sequel to the Kick-Ass (2010) movie. However, this novel can be read on its own. After Big Daddy died, Mindy was driven mad, subdued by Dave, and locked away in an Institute after killing all who she deemed responsible but Dave. Will she recover? What will happen next to a New York without her nor the Motherfucker? Elements of the Kick-Ass 2 (2013) movie and comic series will be taken in.
The Descent
Chapter 9: Blood On My Hands Part 2
The room was still bright in the dark. Yesterday, after we ate at my belated birthday party, Dad, Dave and all my friends went up to my room to paint the walls. I helped out too. I like the colour – light blue all around and dark blue near the ceiling. But I don’t know… I still think pink and purple were nice too.
I snuggled deeper into my bed. It feels warm and cosy… Like it here in Dad and Dave’s home… Love them so much… But why, why were they trying to… What is D’Amico? Sal knows me? Why was my family… D’Amico… Trying to… Can’t… Tower…
Mom already died for nothing… So I’m sure as hell not going to let my Dad die for nothing too…
Dead bodies..! Dead Bodies everywhere! I walked past them, over them why am I in purple tights and boots? Books all over, fallen from bookshelves on both sides what is this place? What is this place? Getting darker…
“Play time’s over kid.” A big man in dark brown clothes said. Who is he? He looks mean.
“I never. Play.” Voice out of my mouth. I can’t control myself, walked closer. Didn’t want to he looks mean please just run.
“Oh really?” He wants to hurt me, he sounds like he does. I ran forward, didn’t want to didn’t want to. He spun like a top, thrust his leg into my face. I flew backwards the pain oh the pain. My face felt broken blood coming out of my nose.
Frank (how did I remember is that his name?) walked to me tried to stomp on my face but I got out of the way, along the couch how did I do that I’m not an adult he tried to kick me while I flew but I was out of the way what is happening? Why am I in this?
We chased each other I veered away from the desk like a game of catch danced around the couch as brown as he was. Wall in front of me blocking me but I walked up the wall and jumped behind Frank.
I jumped on him and started punching him there was metal in my hand metal in my hand started punching him again and again Oh God the violence Dad and Dave won’t like it Frank won’t go down so I smashed his head with mine still won’t go down. I bit him bit him in the shoulder what is happening why am I doing all this violence is wrong?
Frank caught me slammed me against the wall choking choking me can’t breathe panic I can’t help but to panic struggle struggle hard put my hand on his face trying to push him away but my other hand found a vase and I smashed it into his head.
He threw me on the desk everything on me hurts can barely breathe my back hurts the pain. Please stop this, I can’t take… found a knife on my right felt power once again walked up to Frank he has blood everywhere, afraid. Tried to punch me but I stabbed him in the shoulder I wanted to end it cut his throat watch the blood splash but he leaned out of the way, grabbed me but I stabbed him in the arm.
Tried to cut him in the neck again and he tried smack me but I ducked but he knocked the knife out of my hand and smacked me hard oh God my jaw hurts he took me swung me high up in the air couldn’t breathe scared and slammed me into his desk felt myself falling, falling down on the floor the desk had given way felt like my back is broken can’t move anymore jaw hurts everything hurts can’t get up.
Can barely breathe blood in my mouth I think I coughed up blood oh did I did I? Frank walked away I looked at him, wanted to leave just wanted to leave but he came back to me, punched me hard, punched me again, scolding me that I’ve been bad I can hardly see after he was done with me can’t even wriggle anymore. He walked away.
But he came back and pointed something silver at me a wand? No, it was a… Gun… Couldn’t help but to shiver at the sight. “God I wish I had a son like you.” Barely hear him barely conscious “Time for a family reunion.” Blackout I really want to be with Dave and Dad again. Blackout. Explosion. He shot me?
I flew, flew up to heaven. Am I dead?
I opened my eyes and looked out the window. It was raining outside. I had a weird dream… a nightmare. “D’Amico… Tower.” I mumbled, my lips dry. I remember thinking about it before falling asleep. The sun wasn’t up yet. It was blue outside. It was my favourite colour. Something wet was sliding down my nostrils. Must be snot. I wiped it away with my hand. It happens sometimes when I had nightmare, when I was crying.
It was too early. Dad or Dave would usually wake me up when it was bright outside. I got out of bed on my own. I felt light-headed. I could barely remember my nightmares. I could barely remember the last one – only darkness, people shouting. I remembered ‘Robin’. This time, it was even harder – I think I got into a fight. It was messy and everything was happening so fast.
I walked out of my room and into the bathroom. Dave would love it when I do things on my own. More snot coming down my nose. I wiped them away. Pulling a stool out from under the washing basin, I stood up on it and saw myself in the mirror, and for a moment, I thought my hair was purple and I was wearing a mask, but it was only because it was dark.
I switched on the lights, and climbed back up the stools. My hair was blonde. I wasn’t wearing a mask, but there was red on my face. Blood. BLOOD. I nearly fell off the stool. I looked at my hands. BLOOD. I was wiping blood away with my hands. My legs felt like the school canteen’s jelly. My hands too. They were shaking, and I couldn’t help it. My legs felt like giving way, so I sat on the edge of the bathtub. BLOOD. My hands were shaking. I remembered getting into a fight with a big man, but why would I?
It was too much. I promised myself to stop crying, but I couldn’t help but to cry again. It was too much. I was bleeding, and it was still coming out of my nostrils, down my mouth. Then someone knocked on the door. I jumped and stopped crying. I didn’t want to worry them.
“Mandy? You okay in there?” It was Dave’s voice. I panicked, so I quickly got on the stool again. I started washing myself, “I thought I heard you sniffling.”
“I’m fine, Dave. I was just… blowing my nose.” I LIED. I can’t believe I lied to my dear brother. I didn’t even want to. I just didn’t want him to worry about me anymore. I could see that it hurts when he worries about me. The blood on my face and hands was gushing into the sink, light red. I checked myself in the mirror again. There was no purple hair, no mask, and no blood. I stopped bleeding.
“Okay, if you need anything, just holler.” Dave said. He sounded tired, but he was always worried about me. I could hear his footsteps, becoming softer. He must be walking away. I started brushing my teeth, but it was hard because my hands were still shaking.
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