Elektra
Threat
I don't know whether to desire the good or the evil.
Posts: 13
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Post by Elektra on Jan 30, 2006 21:03:57 GMT -5
The first blow caught Elektra by surprise with its ferocity. Recovering quickly, she blocked Daredevil's next attack with his cane and twisted to the side as he launched a kick toward her mid-section. They traded blows for a bit and she pulled a few punches that would have dealt critical damage to the crime fighter had she not.
"You're holding back, aren't you? Don't." His voice echoed in her memory from the day in the school yard and her heart ached for this to be another harmless test of each other's skills.
The cane that glanced off Elektra's wrist and knocked her sai from her grasp brought her back to reality and she narrowed her hazel eyes at him. Dodging another swipe of his cane, she drove the heel of her hand up and under his chin, snapping his head back violently. Standing over the downed devil, her lips peeled back from her teeth in a ruthless snarl.
Elektra had pulled that punch and it had been the only thing to save Daredevil from her supernatural strength. "I told you I have a job to do and I won't let anyone keep me from it, do you understand me? You may think you still have Hell's Kitchen, but you don't. It belongs to people like DeMarco, people I have to take care of."
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The Punisher
Threat
Frank Castle is dead... I am The Punisher.
Posts: 6
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Post by The Punisher on Mar 10, 2006 0:32:03 GMT -5
He left the shoddy apartment, rigging a small explosive device on the door as he departed. He didn’t plan on staying in New York very long and from what he’d gleaned during the meeting, he wouldn’t have to. The target was supposed to be nimble, with a flair for the dramatic. It was pretty apparent from the red costume; something that the Punisher found rather cowardly. He didn’t trust a man or woman who felt the need to hide their face, good or bad. When he it came to the job, Frank preferred his target know who he was. He wanted them to remember who it was that beat them.
His eye settled behind the scope of the Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semiautomatic weapon. Twin figures moved on the rooftop that was roughly 500 yards away. The wind wasn’t too heavy, but Frank wasn’t fazed. Killing people was really the only thing he was ever any good at, aside from loving his family. Now that his family had been cut from his life, the only thing that remained was the cancer of the job. Every time he pulled the trigger he remembered Maria, he remembered who made him and why. He wouldn’t stop, not until it killed him, and he wasn’t planning on dying anytime soon.
His gloved hand began to squeeze the trigger, leather creaked, he predicted his target’s move. -pop pop pop- Frank pulled the trigger back allowing the weapon to fire off a few rounds as Daredevil’s head came into the center of the crosshairs.
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Daredevil
Threat
Revenge won't make the pain go away.
Posts: 10
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Post by Daredevil on Aug 30, 2006 23:10:13 GMT -5
Being around Elektra again was like waking up in a dream. How he'd longed for that moment, to hold her, to feel her touch. She had become so much more to him and when she was gone he felt as if he had another ghost haunting him. One more thing to drag him down. One more thing that was taken away from him. But a dream this wasn't it was reality and it was quickly turning into a nightmare. She was different, he was different.
Even now there was almost an emptiness in her tone. Each action made had a counter action. Wrists crossed blocking another punch as red boots back peddled against the ground kicking up loose gravel. "...Elektra..." Came his grunted exhaled voice as he brought up his forearm against hers, pushing her back from him. Mouth formed a line as blind eyes turned towards where he could hear her breathing, but there was something else in the air, something that was becoming more unsettling that the job Elektra was attempting to pull. Stance straightened as he craned his neck to listen. His breath and pounding heart, hers, the sounds of the city down below...click, click.
No Mentally the word seemed to echo, someone else was there watching them. Shots ripped towards them, hitting the building and just barely missing his own head. More shots and his heart raced spinning around his gloved hands reached for Elektra as he moved pulling her close to his chest as the motion seemed to slow to a millisecond. Tangled forms turned in an almost elegant ballet. Beat of their hearts thumped in his ears then the sound of leather being ripped away and flesh broken. Landing on the ground with Elektra neath him Matt pushed up as blood started to trickle down the back of his right bicep. A deep graze. But this wasn't over raising he moved again in an acrobatic display. Who was this shooter and if he could just pinpoint the location it would be half the battle.
Flipping on to a small metal air vent he scanned the horizon listening for the sound. When it came he focused keen senses towards the rooftop across from them. Jumping gravel crunched under his weight while gloved hand pulled up his staff unhooking to the grappling hook hidden within. Muscles flexed as he flung it forwards listening to the sound of it making it's mark in the buildings side. Form moved getting closer to the edge of the building. Perhaps one thing was most clear on his mind, keeping Elektra alive. Bullet ripped through just under the knee and form crippled over the edge as he swung. Teeth grit in pain as he moved over the darkened streets in an arched swing. Another shot and his grip weakened as it struck it's mark in his shoulder. Good arm pulled up against the edge side dragging his form over. In a crouch he started to move as a striking blow came hard against the back of his head. Then the sound became nothing.
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Elektra
Threat
I don't know whether to desire the good or the evil.
Posts: 13
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Post by Elektra on Aug 31, 2006 20:35:21 GMT -5
Gravel bit into Elektra’s elbows as Daredevil knocked her to the roof. He landed heavily on top of her and she felt something warm and wet hit her arm. Daredevil was bleeding and in the confusion of the moment, it took a long moment for her to realize he had been shot. More bullets ricocheted off the roof top around them, one hitting close to her face. Shrapnel sprayed upward, peppering her cheek and she cried out, a scream born of rage and pain. Blood dripped down her cheek and she rapidly blinked her eyes to clear them of dust.
Suddenly, Daredevil was gone. More bullets pinged off the air vents around her and she rolled to her feet. Eyes roving, she saw Daredevil leap from the building, swinging toward the one across the way. A muzzle flash caught her attention and she narrowed her eyes at a shadowy figure. He was shooting at Daredevil and her stomach clenched when she saw Matt falter. Elektra stayed where she was, watching the shadowy figure move toward the crumpled red form.
Part of her wanted to keep moving, to get to DeMarco and finish her job. Leaving Daredevil’s fate in the shadow’s hands would close one more unnecessary door in her soul, leaving her completely disconnected from her old life. However, something in her heart couldn’t let go of Matt.
“Stay…stay with me...” The memory of his voice chased her as she raced down the stairs to the street level. Sprinting through the light, late evening traffic, she was nothing but a black and red blur. Once she was standing in front of the other building, Elektra hesitated again. Her fingers curled slowly into fists and she closed her eyes, the person she had become waging a war against the remnants of what she was. The assassin wanted to finish the DeMarco job and fade into the night, like always. The Elektra from years before wanted to go to Matt, the only man she had ever loved, and rescue him from what was certain death.
In one breath, she was on the sidewalk and the next, gravel crunched beneath her boots as she strode across the roof. There was a man standing over Matt, a rifle in his hands. He raised it above his head for another blow and Elektra pulled her Sais, coming to a stop five feet away from the two men.
“Why not pick a fight with someone you haven’t crippled first?”
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