Cissie Jones Merlyn (herownway) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-05-09 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | arrowette, hawkeye i, merlyn, spider-man, superboy |
Who: Arrowette, Arrows, anyone who fires arrows as primary weapons, Teen Titans.
What: Cissie tries to kill someone
When: After dark, May 9, 2014
Where: Abandoned warehouses, 2990 Jerome Avenue, Bronx, NY
Status: Incomplete, Open to those specified above.
Rating: Medium to High. Revenge, language, foiled attempted murder.
From here it almost looked peaceful. A dark night on a not-so-well lit street near the Grand Concourse yet far enough away that people could gather without the police really paying any attention? If she'd had to pick a place for this all to go down... well it almost seemed like something out of a movie. Did these gang members ever realize that an abandoned warehouse was really the first place people like her looked?
It hadn't been easy. Once she'd gotten the name - which hadn't been hard, she'd managed to get a look at the file while she was at the station, it just hadn't registered until later - tracking him back home had been the first step. Then it was a matter of following him. Being incognito in that neighborhood had been relatively easy too. She'd just thrown on jeans, a ratty t-shirt, her bag swung over her shoulder. It had been almost too easy. He hadn't known he was being hunted, at least not by her. North had walked around most of the day with the gun he'd used in the waistband of his jeans too! And somehow no one had seemed to notice! And possibly worse? She hadn't even bothered trying to get him arrested. This was hers to deal with.
As she sat watching the gang members converge on their meeting place, some of them slapping Michael on the back and congratulating him, she felt the rage boil over. But she had to do this right. That meant waiting for the right moment. Making her presence known, making him feel the same terror that Janet had felt and then putting an arrow through his chest! Same injuries. And maybe. MAYBE she'd call 911 and get him help. It would be clear to any outsider, anyone who knew her, anyone who wasn't as close to this situation as she was that she wasn't thinking straight. She hadn't thought about the consequences of this yet. It had occurred that she couldn't go home after this, but mostly as an afterthought. She'd left her phone and things so she couldn't be tracked, which - as she pulled an arrow back, checking her sight, uniform on, hood up, - she hoped meant she could get this done in peace. The murderer down there didn't deserve anything less after what he'd done. She had just been trying to HELP!
She waited until they started heading in and shot off a smokescreen arrow, bringing her goggles down so she could see through it as the gang members realized that something was up.. Her eyes never leaving the form of Michael North.