Who: Daredevil and Bullseye What: Reunion When: Sunday, April 4, 2010 Where: Rooftops in Hells Kitchen Why: Some things are just inevitable Status: Closed, Complete Rating: Likely High, language and violence
Things were very confusing for Matt right now. To him, he'd just sent the Kingpin to prison, found something to indicate that Elektra might still be alive, and now he'd discovered that somehow, there was someone else with which he'd been involved. He knew that she'd been telling the truth, could tell that her emotions were real, yet, how could it be, when he himself had never met her until that fateful night a little while back? Confused, and uncertain about what he was feeling, since he could already feel himself becoming attached, he took to the rooftops, hoping to find some solace in the darkness of the night. Foggy would have found it to be rather funny, given he'd said that he was emotionally uninvolved, and here he was developing feelings for a second girlfriend, one he'd not really known.
Bullseye was flicking a card on his fingers watching the rooftops. The Red FUCK! put him in the hospital. He was wearing a leather Suit with a bullseye on the Forehead. He began to follow him tailing the daredevil. Opposite end following him. He event went so far as to go ahead of him slaughtering a beggar in the street with one of his shurikens from his belt. After the painful agonizing scream he began retreating back into the shadows knowing the Devil would be heading this way any minute.
His entire world was based of sound, so of course the sounds were noticed, their resonance echoing the scene in his vision of the world. Matt could see the figure retreating, though it didn't appear to be the usual retreat of a criminal running, having fulfilled a crime and trying to get away. Coming to the location, he crouched on the edge of the roof, glancing around, looking for some other sign, echoing footsteps, heavy breathing of someone hiding, yet nothing came. Wary, moved around cautiously, checking out the area.
Bullseye was watching Daredevil scope the area He learned from his last encounter. He hated this man so much his very look caused his blood to boil his rage to over flow. "God I wanna kill him so badly!" was all he could say to himself. He was waiting for his moment. He threw his shuriken at Daredevil knowing he would doge it. Trying to distract him.
Indeed, Matt heard the sound, turning to face the incoming projectile, billy club rising to catch it. He gripped it, recognition coming at once. "Bullseye," he said, disbelieving. The last he'd seen of him had been when he'd thrown him out of the window and onto Ben Urick's car after pulling his hands into the path of the sniper rifle's shot. He was still alive? And back for revenge, it seemed.
Bulleye saw him catch it and he grinded his teeth. He made him miss again!! He then leapt across to the roof where Daredevil was and threw a wave of shuriken from his belt while pulling out a throwing knife and threw one at his chest. "Did ya miss me!"
Matt knocked the first few shuriken down, going into a series of back flips and kicking aside or dodging the others, turning to an elongated sideways roll to dodge the knife. "Not as much as you missed me," he called back. Bullseye had caught him off guard, and knowing how upset he'd seemed when he'd avoided his attacks in the church, Matt was hoping that it would have the same result, allowing him to get some control of the situation. A million questions were going through his head at the moment. Did Bullseye know that Elektra was apparently still alive? Would he go after Natasha now? Did he know his true identity, or did he merely still know him as his costumed alias?
Bullseye only saw him with a red head once but he had been studying him watching him observing him. "So tell me who is the red head!" he said lunging forward with more knifes attempting to cut him. he made 3 stabbing motion and then swiped at his throat. "I like her! how many of yer girlfriends I have to kill, huh?" me made a insane cackle. Licking the cold blade.
"None of your business," Matt said. He sidestepped and dodged, narrowly avoiding the attacks, though made no effort to get away. After all, Bullseye's specialty was marksmanship, with whatever, apparently, and that was a skill that was negated by close combat. He leaned back, the knife giving a glancing cut to his costume, and withdrew his billy club, sending out a line to a nearby pole. "And you'll not kill anyone else," he said, looping the line around Bullseye's neck, pulling it tight. It wouldn't hold him indefinitely, but should long enough for him to gain the upper hand in the fight.
Bullseye was having the air choked out of him. He held on to the Steel rope and he looked at the robe. He used some quick thinking. He grabbed the line pulling Daredevil to him. He then attempting punching him but was unsure if his fist made contact with him. "Oh I don't know its never to late to kill anyone... did I ever tell you I prefer red heads? She looks yummie!" he said attempting to kick him.
Matt was pulled forward, though he tried to maintain the tension on the line. Of course, that was rendered futile given he had to deflect Bullseye's punches. Deflecting them was somewhat of a hindrance, though he was able to do so, ever so slightly, at least until Bullseye continued taunting him. Angered at the thought of him even being near her, Matt was acting on pure rage and instinct now, letting loose his own torrent of punches and kicks, rage driving every action his body took.
Bullseye was hit twice in the face in the got hit the chest and Stomach. "That's it, lets see the devil!" he said trying to dodge his hits. He pulled out a knife and slashed at Daredevil hoping to plunge that blade into his shoulder. "She'll be screaming I promise!"
Matt twisted slightly, the blade slicing through leather and barely missing skin. He retaliated with a swing of his billy club at Bullseye's head. "You'll stay away from her," he said. "So help me, whatever it takes, you'll not touch her." He wanted to see the devil, that was exactly what he would see.
Bullseye stumbled back holding his head he hit a nerve and that's what he wanted. "So ya have something for the red head... I would to... Lady got a figure on her." he said throwing a knife at him then running around him throwing a kick to the side. He needed him to lose focus and he remembered their encounter at the church just as he leg reached to hit him on the side attempting to hit his ribs.
Matt was going to get hit, there was little he could do about it. But he could choose which hit to take, and use that to his advantage. Dodging the blade, he felt the leg connect with his side, bending with it to lessen the impact some, and wrapped his arm around it, pinning it against him, holding Bullseye off balance. "Something you'll never get to see for certain," he said. "And this time, I'm taking more than your hands." His free hand held up the billy club, twirling it so that the metal devils head at the tip was pointed straight down, bringing it down with full force against the kneecap.
Bullseye screamed out loud, grabbing his leg and falling to the ground. "You son of a bitch!!" he screamed, crawling away. "Still sore about the last girlfriend, huh," he said before leaping off the roof hitting the ground. Before leaping he dropped a small mini grenade the let out a high pitch. It would give him some time to move toward the nearest train station where he could lose the devil. "I'll see ya 'round!" he screamed.
Matt made to follow, though the moment the grenade went off, held his head, ears hurting and his 'sight' turned into a hundred echoes of itself, unable to determine which was real and what was sonically spotted. He froze, not wanting to inadvertently head off into something that wasn't there, or possibly worse. "I'll be waiting," he said to the empty darkness.