(Takes place during the first Kick-Ass movie, opening seconds before Kick-Ass shows up with the bazooka)

Frank D’Amico looked down at the bloody and beaten Hit-Girl on the floor of his office. She was good, she was very good, but Frank had 3 black belts and was about 4 times her size, she never had a chance. Part of Frank didn’t want to kill her, part of him wanted to keep her, break her defiance, and turn her into his own elite muscle. But she had killed too many of his guys, that warehouse fight had been seen by too many people. She had to die or he would look weak. And he couldn’t deny, part of him wanted to kill her, to turn this feisty child into a lump of cold meat, killing always gave him such a feeling of power.


“I wish I had a son like you” he said, absolutely meaning it. “But” he cocked his gun “time for a family reunion”. He raised his hand to pull the trigger and send the tiny ninja to Hell, until he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw the deadweight sidekick his son had been fighting, Kick-Ass, if Frank remembered correctly. The young man hefted the bazooka one of Frank’s guys had been carrying and said “Hey! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” and pulled the trigger.


Unfortunately for Kick-Ass, Frank was not an idiot, and he had excellent reflexes, as demonstrated in his fight with Mindy. He did not stand there with a dumb look on his face, he moved, diving to his left. The rocket flew across the office and out the window, exploding somewhere over the street. Kick-Ass had never been very bright, and he DID stand there trying to understand why his plan hadn’t worked, still puzzling as Frank stood and fired, painting the wall with the brains of the would-be hero.


Frank turned, and Hit-Girl was on him again, screaming in hatred, swinging a letter opener. She gave Frank a pretty good cut on his arm, but it didn’t matter. She had already fought a lot of guys, her style was very high energy, and Frank had hit her a lot of times, including a few hard punches in the face, she was exhausted and concussed. She stumbled and his counterpunch knocked out at least one of her teeth. He grabbed her by the wrist and elbow, swinging her face first into the nearest wall, producing two nasty crunches and a scream as her nose and arm both broke. He threw her to the ground, then hauled her up by the other arm, grabbed her in the same way, and slammed her to the opposite wall, breaking her other arm and concussing her so badly that the adorable badass didn’t even really know where she was. Still, she tried to get in a kick. Frank just took it and knocked her down, before dropping on her leg, snapping her femur.


Mindy hadn’t eaten anything that day, which was good. She felt the snap in her leg, heard it like a branch breaking, and her stomach flipped, would have emptied itself if there had been anything. She inadvertently glanced at it and saw the bone, long and white, red with her blood, with the dark marrow visible, all sticking out of her leg. Mindy felt herself convulsing, every muscle tightening, the ones in her limbs being sliced on the shards of broken bones. Her tortured breathing sounded like broken sobs, even if her pain was fading. Her chattering teeth slammed down on her tongue, she swallowed the tip in her shaking, and tasted the blood filling her mouth. She was cold, so cold, as she saw Frank stand over her with a knife. That was a blessing….or more likely a curse, Mindy reflected…..of the pain, for whatever reason it seemed to clear her head from the multiple concussions.


Frank looked at the brutalized child. She was so little, so helpless, so scared. She should have been in 5th grade, learning decimals and long division, building a volcano, playing with friends at recess, not taking lives and nearing the very end of her own. She should have been home with her mother and father, watching a movie and eating junk food and being loved, not turned into a living weapon, avenging the deaths of everyone she had ever loved, with nothing but an apartment full of weapons and empty of love to go back to even if she somehow won now. A better man than Frank would have felt pity, a man even APPROACHING decency might have taken the girl and raised her as his own, as an enforcer perhaps, but letting her live. But no part of Frank was a good man.


He knelt at her side, stroking her cheek, feeling the silky softness to her skin that was usually faded by the teen years. Her cheeks were wet with blood and sweat and tears, but they still had that delightful feel. She halfheartedly tried to bite him, which resulted in Frank knocking out a couple more teeth. He got a knife and cut at her costume, leaving her naked above the waist. Her torso was reasonably toned, and her chest was completely flat, her areolas so pale they were hardly present. Then Frank slipped a hand inside her pants, and as much as even breathing hurt, as cold and tired as she was, and as much as she would have thought herself emotionally dead, Mindy still found tears to let fall, she would have not one shred of mercy.


Frank ripped away her cosplay pants and Hello Kitty panties, one of the few childish things she had still cherished. He flipped her over, wanting to sodomize the child.He touched her nearly flat ass, gave a few swats, then spit and tried to push himself inside. Mind cried out and Frank grunted. She was too small, too tight. He retrieved the proper lube from his desk and tried again, it just wasn’t happening. She was too tense, her muscles were too tense, there was only one solution. He propped Mindy up against his knee and took either side of her head in his hands. Mindy felt her jaw break as he started to twist, but her shock had gone so far that it hurt less than being punched. She did feel a dull, sickening sensation and her neck was slowly turned too far. At last, the was a distant ‘pop’, and to Mindy in her absolute last moments, it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard. She was dead long before Frank used brute force to twist her blonde little head off of her body.


A few days later, Colonel Star and Stripes and his crew of aspiring heroes got a large package. Inside were the clearly raped remains of Hit-Girl and Kick-Ass. Both had obviously been used repeatedly in all available holes. Kick-Ass was returned in his entirety, Hit-Girl…..her stuffed head remained a prized toy and trophy that Frank kept in his office for many years to come.