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WHO: Bullseye, Raven
WHERE: Some shady alleyway, on the east side of town.
WHEN: March 29th, 2 am
WARNINGS: Unhappy violence. Bullz foul mouth.
SUMMARY: Raven just happens to stumble across one of Bullseye's glorious killing sprees.
FORMAT: Whatev'

Bullseye sat idly on the edge of a building, peering down at the alleyway below. The steady thump of a beat echoed off the walls of the alley. He was currently perched over a ritzy and exotic kind of night club. One of those “gentlemen’s” clubs. Hah hah. Summed up, a bunch of lonely fatsos wanted to get their rocks off at some middle-ached skanks prancing their pancake asses around. Whatever.

The real classy part of this place was the bouncers closed the doors at midnight. He’d been sitting here for the past couple of hours (it was 2 am now), and people had come and go. No sign of security. Not that it would have mattered. This pretty much gave him the “okay” in the killing department. So now all he had to do was wait. Wait for the next couple of bozos to prance on out.

There was no rhyme or reason as to why he chose this particular place. It was just what he felt like doing for the night. Frankly, between the chaos of the “hive” and the heroes doodling around with more “important things,” Bullseye was getting bored. Now, with the relapse pains dulling, he was feeling a bit more like himself. In fact, better than he’d felt in awhile. It was like he’d just downed eight cups of coffee. He was ready to move.

Finally, he heard voice. His focus shifted to two figures coming out of the club. A man and a scantily clad woman. Haha. Seriously? He crept along the ledge of the building as they made their way through the alleyway. Finally, he took a leap, catching on the railing of a fire escape to break his fall, and then swinging down in front of the “couple.” For a moment, they stood there, completely silent. Bullseye as well was quiet, crouched down from landing. Slowly, he lifted his gaze up to the two, a wicked grin twisting up his face.

“Hey kiddos,” he hissed.

The man actually bolted first. He pivoted on one foot, whimpered to himself, and began to run.

“Oh gimme’ a break,” the assassin muttered, before drawing two darts, one in each hand. Both wrists snapped forward, in within only half a second, two darts were nailed into the man’s Achilles heels. He buckled over, screaming wildly. The woman’s shrieks soon followed.

“Okay. How’s about you shut the fuck up, bitch,” he abruptly snarled, which, surprisingly enough, silenced the woman. Meanwhile, the man was wheezing, coughing, apparently not feeling too hot over getting his feet knocked in. Well, that’s what he got for jumpin’ the shark.

“Now,” Bullseye began, in a surprisingly steady tone, “Imma’ make this easy on her.” Suddenly, he executed a quick draw, firing a shot into the woman’s head. She collapsed on the ground, dead. “But you sir,” he snorted, making his way over to the man, “You wanna make this difficult. So I’m gonna reciprocate the offer.”

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Raven had been warned plenty of times, by plenty of people to not get messed up with the wrong side of anything. Be it the wrong people, to simply the wrong side of town - however given the circumstances, the wrong side of town was the only place that she knew none of them would find her when she needed to think.
It had become a ritual to her over the last week or so - tossing and turning during her initial attempts to sleep, until she grew so frustrated that she teleported out of the clocktower without a sound. It was followed by her silently stalking the shadows, allowing the cool night air to soothe her and her emotions.

The sounds of screaming at this time of night, in a place like this... well it didn't really surprise her. She had stepped in far too many times to help a scantily clad woman trying to make her way home - many times jumped by some less-than-desirable characters.
Despite it, her curiousity got the best of her when the woman's screams abruptly ceased, leaving only what might have sounded like a male... and a slightly more familiar other m--- shit.
It would've only been a matter of time, she had figured, but this wasn't what she needed to deal with right now.
Not him.

Peering around the alleyway's shadows, she caught sight of the shot to the woman's head just as it occurred, her eyes widening. Thinking about Bullseye doing these things was one thing - seeing him do them was another, and struck a rather... strange emotion in her.
However at seeing him edging closer to the man on the ground, her eyes widened - and in a moment she was gone, only to appear right behind Bullseye in a swirl of dark matter.

Dangerous, yes.
But she had dealt with danger from him before.

"Nothing better to be done at this time of night?"

Bullseye froze at the sound of the voice. Ah Christ. He didn't turn around at first, and was debating about what his next choice of action should be. He could rush this along and take the blubbering idiot out, or he could confront her.

Another pause.

Well, it wasn't like this fuck was going anywhere. So, he shrugged it off and turned around, slowly raising both hands. Though, the gesture was more one of mockery than actual surrender. "Well shit. You got me!" Letting out a short huff, he dropped both hands to his sides. "But seriously. You gotta rain on my parade right now? Get the fuck outta' here."

Her hood pulled over her head, it cast even darker shadows around her face to all but her lips, which only slightly pulled up into a half-smirk. Well he didn't attempt to shoot her, so he got points there - and he was seeming to actually try to talk to her... somewhat normally.

"He did nothing to harm you, or harm anyone else but himself - neither did she." her eyes slightly cast over to the woman on the ground, even if he wasn't able to see that.
"Is there any particular reason you decided to target these two, or is this simply boredom on your part? If so, you need a better hobby."

Bullseye stared, a dumbfounded expression washing over his face.

"Is that are serious question, or are you just pullin' my leg?" He snorted, his gaze casually shifting to his arm and he began idly brushing a few crumbs of dart off his suit. Clearly, he wasn't interested. "Alright, listen. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit right now. I'm not even gonna answer whatever the fuck you just said."

He promptly turned around, and drew his gun, aiming it at the man. "Wait'cher turn," he called out behind him, before pulling the trigger.

Her only reaction was her eyes closing when the trigger was pulled, and the sound that rang out afterwards. She grimaced at the loss of another life - she should have teleported the man away, why on earth did she think to approach Bullseye first?
Her judgment was less than stellar it seemed.

She allowed the breath to exhale from her nostrils in at a very loud volume, enough to let him know she was hardly pleased with his actions right now, but without having to nag him on it using her words.

She slowly lowered the hood from her head, cocking an eyebrow at him the moment his eyes looked to her again.
"At least when I killed I had reason behind it."

Bullseye grinned fiendishly, ignoring her for another moment as he strode up to the body. He inched out one foot and kicked the man in the side. Yep. He was dead. The assassin turned around, facing Raven once more. Obviously, she was pissed. Not like he cared, but he had to admit, despite her oh-so-heroic attitude, she didn't do a goddamn thing. The grin didn't vanish.

"I got a reason," he scoffed. "It entertains me. I got a right to have a little fun too, ya know? 'scuse me for not likin' tiddlywinks and old maid."

The armed hand rested on his side. His finger still hovered over the trigger. Though, he hadn't taken the safety off yet. Still, he didn't reholster it. "What's the point in having a reason behind everything? Fuck that."

"I see."
A twisted answer, but an honest answer regardless. Like whenever they had spoken before, she could at least know that whatever he would say would be straight-forward, without hiding anything - there was nothing she hated more than someone hiding something from her.
A sore topic for her mind to be mulling over at that moment...

She would pray to Azar to protect the souls that had departed from the bodies at a later time - perhaps that would make up for the fact she hadn't helped save their lives. A slim shot in the dark, but...
She sighed, shifting her weight to her other leg as her eyes lifted to look at him.

"How has the pain been for you?" she asked the question as if she was talking to one of the titans, or perhaps even Peter himself. "Gotten better, worse?"

Couldn't say he expected that answer. His eyes narrowed, a the slightest hint of disapproval crossing over his expression. The fact that he couldn't make this woman react to anything he did was driving him up a wall. His index finger tapped on the trigger lightly, irritably even. The safety was on, so naturally it wouldn't go off yet, but chances were it wouldn't stay that way for long.

"Pain's great," he blurted sarcastically. He obviously didn't want to pursue any small-talk with her. "Just dandy. I haven't felt like this in awhile. See, back at home-sweet-home, I was havin' a little trouble doin' what I do best. Now? It's a buffet, and a fucking ball at that, and I got no goddamn migraine makin' it worse, thanks to you." He let out a faint snicker, his gaze narrowing. "Yeeeep. All this. Thanks to you."

Again, her lapse of judgment was causing the suffering of others - something she did not need to know at that moment. For the first time in awhile, she allowed someone like him to see the horror written across her face at what he said - the street light on the outside of the alley giving just enough light for him to be able to see it.

As the words played over and over again in her head, she felt her muscles tense, then sharply looked away from him while gritting her teeth.
All she could manage was to hiss through them.

"I see."

So it was finally sinking in.

Bullseye's grin spread even wider, lips stretching back to bare all of his teeth.

Finally.

He began making his way toward her. His figure passed under a beam of the streetlight and he stopped, standing directly in front of it, shadowing him out into an empty silhouette. "So what are ya gonna do? Let these two bodies rot here? I ain't gonna do nothin' with 'em. And I mean... you could just wait for some other schmuck to stumble across it all. Then what? Your super-pals swan on in and clean up your mess?"

"I will deal with it." her voice was weak, but enough for him to hear. "... I have no super-pals to clean up my messes as it is."

And she would deal with it - possibly seeing if she could find a way to properly bury these two innocent souls that she, in a way, had slain. She felt her hands begin to shake, and immediately clenched both fists to the point that her nails dug into her own hands.
... it was happening again...
She was hurting others again.
She had tried so hard not to...

"... I do not regret healing you of your pain." an honest truth slipping from her lips.

"Boo hoo." Was his only, emotionless retort to her first deceleration. Like he was about to offer her a helping hand. Jesus Christ. This lady could keep up anything, not even a phony relationship. She had to be some kinda' magical wicked witch of whatever to have gotten this far. Dumb broad.

"And I never asked if you did." His tone was chilly and heartless. It was as if he'd gotten his amusement out of her and now was entirely disinterested and unsympathetic. This of course, would be an entirely accurate observation.

He paused, and the smile began tugging at his lips again. Suddenly, he holstered the gun. His hands clapped together. "You know what? I was thinkin' I was just gonna put you out of your misery tonight, and you could, ya know, be reborn as a fat cow or whatever. But I wanna play a little longer. I'm gonna stand here and wait. Another stupid shit or two should be prancin' on by eventually and I'm gonna kill 'em. Umm... and yeah. That's pretty much it."

"Give me... one reason..."
She hesitated before continuing to speak before lifting her eyes to him again, a dangerous light hitting them after his unemotional, biting remarks at her. She slowly released her fists, one of the nails having caused a cut in one of her palms - she still did not notice the pain... even if she would later.

"Why I should not deal with you right now? You truly have no idea what I am capable of - I could turn you into a lifeless shell, and do with you as I please for the night."

"Your last hit was a lucky shot that I was not ready for. I will not be as... unprepared... this time around."

"Oooh, scary. A lifeless shell. You along with every single other fucker in this place, but they never do. Wanna know why? Because it would be against your rules."

Footsteps. Two people again.

He flicked the safety off, his grip tightening around the gun.

Closer. Nearing the corner. Thirty seconds, maybe less, they'd be there. It sounded like two males this time, drunkenly chatting amongst each other and babbling away. Well, at least they'd go down with happy memories.

Then, in a low, detached and sickeningly giddy tone, he began to sing. Yes. Sing. "She'll be comin' round the mountain when she coooomes, she'll be comin' round the mountain when she cooomes." Slowly, he began lifting his gun, arm stretched out, pointing toward the corner. Though, his gaze was still entirely focused on Raven.

Raven released a snarl from her throat the moment he began to sing, her muscles tensing further with each word he let out into the night air. He was taunting her - attempting to get a reaction. However if she didn't react, more innocents would be slaughtered.

It was a split second decision to envelop herself in a cloud of dark aura, only to appear not even an inch away from his form an instant later. She did not touch him - however she stood close enough that if either of them as much as fidgeted, she would be.
With every word she spoke, her breath washed over his face.

"I would advise you to be wise about the choice you are about to make. I follow no-one's rules - only my own."

There was the faintest sign of a flinch in his face as she appeared. These "teleporting" shits drove him insane. Still, he held his ground. "I'm not lowering this canon, bitch." The smug expression was beginning to unravel once more. "Besides, you're givin' me a choice!"

At that moment, the two men rounded the corner, their eyes resting dead-on the scene. His finger rapidly pulled the trigger, twice. If she didn't stop him, the shots would be dead on. Drilling through the center of both the man's head. If she did... well then shit. He didn't like missing.

The only sound she made was the slightest of squeaks, if it could even be called that. Both her hands abruptly pressed onto his chest, and a second later they were elsewhere.

She did not know of the bullets had impacted their targets or not. She would have to return later for that knowledge.
But for right now, they stood in the park they had first met one another in - a shrill raven's cry filling the air as the powers of her teleportation began to fade away into the night air.

"By Azar I swear!" she shrieked loudly at him, using the hands still on his chest to abruptly shove him backwards a few steps, into the railing of the gazebo. She turned away from him only briefly, a hand on her forehead as she gathered herself.
Just as quickly she turned again, fire raging in her eyes.
"Am I that enjoyable to play around with?!"

Bullseye let out a delighted giggle as she lunged forward. The shots rang out and...

... the laughter abruptly stopped as soon as he realized they were in the park.

"Oh you bitch," he snarled as he staggered back against the railing. "You bitch! You stole my fuckin' kill!" This peeved him even more. He didn't get to see the outcome. Meaning he didn't get to enjoy the satisfaction of knowing they were either dead, suffering, or still alive.

The assassin took a step forward and growled. "Listen, cunt, you got NOTHIN' on me. You're the one who's been loungin' around while I do my thing. And yeah, it's pretty goddamn hilarious! It's pathetic. And you know why I do it? Because you piss me off. Your logic don't make NO sense. I just like to see how sorry you feel for me when I'm in action, knowin' that you've been helpin' me all the live-long-way! HAH! Are you that surprised?"

"Oh, well, it looks like we have another thing in common then!" she allowed herself to step closer to him as well, not really caring if her voice carried out throughout the park now or not - he had flipped a switch in her mind, and for the first time in a very long while, she was feeling her emotions change to pure rage.
"Because from the very moment I laid eyes on you, you have not been able to stop enraging me!"

"Do you think I care how 'hilarious' you seem to think I am? How 'pathetic' you think I am? I don't!" her cloak waved in a non-existent breeze, the longer she allowed her heavy emotions to take reign of her. "My logic makes sense to anyone with any concept of human life and what it holds!"

Women.

Bullseye folded his arms, tapping his foot impatiently as she (as he saw it) proceeded in lecturing him. Though he wasn't making it obviously clear, he was listening, all while rolling his eyes. If he were any saner, he wouldn't continue to push the situation but she was the last person on this planet who would intimidate him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You don't give a damn but here you are, screamin' my ear off like a bitch in heat. And by the way?" He let out a short laugh. "I'm plenty aware of what human life holds, which is what makes it so goddamn entertaining. I'm not pickin' apart my pet hamster no more, sweetheart, and I got sick of burnin' down ant hills when I was five. Sooo... you're a dumb bitch. Yeeep."

A sharp sound filled the air as her hand made direct impact with his cheek.
... an odd move on her part, it even seemed to surprise her as she quickly withdrew her hand, eyes a bit wide.
She could have attacked him, took hold of him and drained him of every emotion known to human kind, but... she had smacked him. ... Interesting.

She had to regain her composure to be able to react further.
"... I have had enough of this from you, and from any of the others." she fumed a bit, enough to keep up appearances, "I will be keeping my eye on you - do not think I won't 'steal your kill' again if I witness you doing something like this."

He took the slap, lacking any exceedingly emotional action. Instead, he simply frowned, one hand raising to his cheek and rubbing it slightly. That was the second time that bitch had done it. A cheap shot. I

Bullseye's gaze narrowed at the last comment, unamused. His expression hardened abruptly, entirely serious at this point. He took a couple another step forward, moving dangerously close now. "Listen here," he growled harshly, "You stay the hell outta' my business. I don't take kindly to people pokin' their heads around in stuff that don't concern them. Especially bitches. Ask around about the last couple o' gals that tried to pull the same shit with me. You're lucky I don't pop one in your right here and now."

"I still have the scar from the last one you 'popped' in me." she seethed her words at him, making a motion to her waist before rolling her eyes softly at him. "I would like to see you attempt it now that I know how fast you are - it is doubtful that you will properly land a hit even if you tried. I teleport far too quickly for that."

She gave a near smug look at him - leaning forward just slightly to force herself a bit more into his face.
"Also, keep in mind that you cannot fly. I could simply grab you again, teleport into the air, and drop you directly onto the concrete if I so desired. I'm sure I would be praised for that by many a hero."

"You got me there. You can teleport as fast as you want, unless you don't see it comin', ya know, like the last couple of times."

The last comment made him snort. After chuckling for a moment, he let out a short sigh and shook his head. "You dumb cunt. I'm guessin' you missed all the tangents and boohoos that happened last time some of yous heroes went tooling around, killin' us "bad guys." My guess is they'd just dump your ass outta' the Scooby Gang."

"I could say the same for you - at any time I could simply appear behind you and lay my hands on you, and you'll be moved clear to the other side of the city before you could even blink an eye."

... they were doing it again - what they usually did when they conversed. It was like a strange game, seeing who could overpower the other one via dialogue until they both came out at another stalemate.

"Please. Where do you get this ridiculous idea that I am part of some circle of heroes? I may belong to a team, but I am already working outside of them and rarely affiliate myself."

Suddenly, one hand darted up, attempting to grip onto her throat. It was more of an instinctual reaction as opposed to anything else, really. "Like I said, bitch, stay the hell away from me!" If he did managed to get a hold on her, he released it, returning both arms to their folded position.

"I get this ridiculous idea when I see you diddlin' around, askin' for their opinions on shit. HAH, what was it?" He snorted, obviously mocking her. "That one where you were babbling about, askin' what makes a person a jackass or a sucker? Or whatever way you worded it. Heee." He shook his head slowly. "You do your own thing, like eeeverybody else here, but in the end you're still one of them."

He took another step forward, closing the space between them entirely at this point. "And you know what? I know you ain't gonna lay a finger on me. You didn't back there, when I was killin' all those people. The only thing you've done is made me feel good when I got some real bad headaches. The reason I haven't put a goddamn bullet between your eyes yet is because you can't kill me. Whenever I need your "services," you're gonna be there. Only thing is, I gotta figure out how to train you so you won't be buggerin' around in my fuckin' business."

She rolled her eyes at his explanation of things, crossing her own arms over her chest with an irritated look.
"The post that you are referring to was open to everyone, hero or villain; if you plan to insult me for something, have your facts straight first."

She took a slight breath at how close he had become - it was one thing when she initiated that, but a complete other when he did. "You are such a fool, and you haven't even a clue." she narrowed her eyes up at him, slowly pushing back the hood of her cloak to let him see her complete face.
"You do not train the daughter of an inter dimensional demon, you imbocile - regardless of what measures you take. Heroes have tried, villains have tried, demons have tried. When I feel like you are no longer beneficial to myself, then I will deal with you."

This only made the smug smile plastered across his face widen. "Yeah it was to everyone, but for someone who goes by their own "rules," you sure as hell seem to give a shit about what everyone else thinks."

Bullseye wasn't buying a word of what she was saying. Perhaps it was due to his own ever-expanding ego. Freedom to him, meant he could do whatever he wanted. He was an unstoppable force, perpetually in motion until something stood in his way. When that came up, he'd deal with it the same way he dealt with everything else.

"Yadda yadda, I'm an idiot blah blah. You think I haven't heard all this shit before? Jesus Christ lady, I take out people like you for a living. You got no idea. Shooting webs outta' your fingers, breathing fire, and flying don't make you immortal. Whatever. Not like you're gonna believe me anyway. Heh heeeh... I'll make it up to you." He rose one finger, wagging it disdainfully in her face. "Don't you worry."

"Anyway. I've already got somethin' on you. Takin' me out to this here gazebo for jolly ol' nighttime chats like this. Havin' you intervene in my business. And the healing thing. You're gonna keep that up and I know it. Sounds to me like you already got a few tricks down. Wanna cookie?"

"Did you ever, just once, stop and wonder why I seem to 'care', when I turn around and do the exact opposite of what they wish, or did you simply chalk that up to---"

For whatever reason, midway through his ramble, her eyes narrowed, the air around her feeling somewhat colder if for no other reason than the slight bit of rage that had now implanted itself into her mind. An obvious overreaction to something for anyone who was able to see her.
"You have no idea who you are even dealing with!" she took one step into him, pressing herself against him for a moment to cause him to step backward. "There are certain individuals I will not see you harm in this city, and who, if you even consider touching them, I fear for your very soul."

A hint of red flashed across her face - a brief threatening of four eyes instead of two glowing in the night as she took another step into him. "I refuse to be insulted by the likes of a pitiful human who gets off on the poured blood of innocents and heroes. I have bigger fish to fry - bigger forces at play here. However I will not hesitate to kill you---"
A pause as she lifted herself up to come a mere inch from his face, hissing out her words with a demonic inflection, "--- if you touch those I have put my claim on. And I will enjoy watching your lifeless carcass slowly ooze out the very blood that had given you your life."

Bullseye staggered back a bit, his eyes immediately narrowing. In a sudden movement, he slammed his arms forward, attempting to shove her backward. More than likely, the adamantium strengthening his skeleton would at least demonstrate some bit of his strength.

"Like who? Chances are, I've already got the hit on them. Even more so are the chances that I've already beaten the shit outta' 'em at least once. And see, that means I've already pissed on them waaaay before you, sweetcheeks. People who get away from me? My territory. So technically, you're prancin' around in my shit."

She staggered back quite a bit herself, but quickly closed the gap again, her entire body seeming to be taken over by the deep-seeded rage against him - common sense did not seem to matter, and anyone within a short radius of them would overhear the conversation.

"You may have had a failed shot at draining their life away, but mark my words, the day I came into this City was the day your reign over them ended." she continued to seethe, finding herself levitating upwards just slightly to be a perfect eye level with him. "They are mine, and I will not have you trying to spill their blood in a pointless attempt at making your cock grow two sizes. I have need of them."

However she smirked, a slight chuckle making it's way out of her throat. "However I am not a fool - in telling you their names I will be putting myself in the position of having to kill you shortly after. You are enough of an idiot to immediately run and attack, simply to spite me in some twisted game you play."

Bullseye's expression became grim for a moment "Kill me? You stupid cunt." He was silent, glaring daggers into her own narrowed stare. Suddenly, his expression lightened. It was as if something had just switched on in his twisted brain. The bemused smirk returned.

"Alright, alright," he said casually, the smirk never vanishing. He took a few steps back, his hands up in protest. "You got me. I'd just mosey my way on over and start taking 'em out one by one. Sooo... I guess I'm just gonna have to start guessin'."

He turned his back on her, preparing to leave. "Go ahead and watch me all you want, bitch. You gotta take a nap sometime. Gotta keep an eye on your pals too. Too bad you can't watch 'em all at once.."

She slightly paused, her fingers brushing over the bracelet around her wrist before she glared dangerously up into his eyes again.
"I have given you ample warning about this - if you decide not to heed it then it is simply your funeral. I will not hesitate to destroy you - that is, unless you piss another off first." she rather innocently tapped her bottom lip with one finger as she looked upwards at the sky.

"There are plenty of those here who would not appreciate being messed around with - ones that could easily overpower you, but see you as nothing more than an insignificant fool."

"Yeah, yeah. They all know who I am already. I've dealt with more than half of 'em. If they don't wanna deal with me, that's fine. Makes my playground even bigger!"

He began walking away, casually waving a hand as he did so. "Your threats don't mean nothin' to me, sweetheart. Keep it up though. It's cute."

She took a few steps after him, but just enough to leave her at the entrance of the gazebo, leaning her arm up against the beam. She watched him go, finding herself smirking at what he utters back to her.

"And keep up that precious tough-ass act as well. I find your pety insults to be rather adorable in the middle of the night."

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... XD sorry, I wasn't content with what I had written.

NO PROBLEM!

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YOU AND YOUR SPEEDY TAGS HOW DO YOU DO IT

EIGHT YEARS MSN-CHATROOM ROLEPLAYING XD

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SORRY THAT TOOK FOREVER

IT'S OKAY I WAS TAGGIN PETER

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FFFF THAT EXTRA I NIX IT I CAN'T LOG IN CURSES