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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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"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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