The Universe's Mixer

Warning: Adult Content - Sexual Situations

It had taken two hours to track down the man she was intent on finding, but soon she spotted him and Marcus puled the car all the way onto the sidewalk, blocking Damon's forward motion before stepping out, moving around the car to open Enigma's door. She stepped out, all fire and fury, still injured in several places from her fight with Hulk.

She pulled out her handgun, being very obvious as she loaded a clip of wooden bullets into it, pulling back the slide and aiming down the sights and firing, watching as the projectile tore into Damon's thigh. She stalked closer, her heels making angry clicks as she stood over him. “Is there a reason that you felt compelled to inform my boyfriend we fucked?” she snarled, reading another round.

She was tired, stressed out, sore and pissed off...and Damon was the perfect person to take it all out on, considering it was his big mouth that got her into this mess.

Enigma grinned as blood sprayed the wall, dropping the body she had been holding. The man gurgled, trying to breath through his throat, before death claimed him and Enigma kicked the body away, licking her knife free of blood. Marcus moved forward, dragging the corpse away from his boss, no comment made wither or not he approved of her methods of dealing with a broken heart.

He tossed the brunette corpse onto a pile to be burned, returning to her side as she gave a drunken giggle, leaning against the wall that was covered in the man's blood, staring up at the night sky. “It still hurts,” she murmured,, tears suddenly coming to her eyes and she angrily wiped them away. “Stupid heart.”

Marcus silently offered her a tissue, straightening as he heard footsteps approach, ready to defend his boss.