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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?"