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Knives in the Dark
Chapter 1:
"You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, girly. Now, prepare for the consequences," the insane mass assassin, Bulseye said, his hand clutched around your throat, lifting you of the ground.
"Please." you managed to squeak despite the fact he's cutting off your air.
"Please, what? Please let you live? Is it because you have kids at home? Oh." he examined your lovely face with an odd look in his eye. "I don't think I will."
He placed a knife at your stomach, preparing to spear you through like he did to Elektra three years ago. "Any last requests, lass?" he said, mocking you.
"No. But, your hands aren't healed completely yet." you said, struggling with your words.
"What do you mean, wench?" he demanded, shaking you violently.
"They're bleeding. I can feel the blood."
He dropped you and looked at his hands, which were in fact bleeding profusely. You fell to the ground, landing hard on your right arm and watched him.
"You. You did something to them! I'll kill you!! I'll kill-"
A flash of red cut him off.
"Daredevil." you breathed, hardly daring to believe it.
You watched as the two very buff men proceeded to beat the crap out of each other. After about twenty minutes of straight fighting, Bullseye grabbed a knife and threw it directly at you.
Daredevil attempted to catch the blade, but Bullseye threw a large object at the nearest dumpster. The noise seemed to confuse Daredevil and he missed the knife that was now hurtling towards your heart.
Eyes wide with fear, you managed to block the offending weapon. This obviously made Bullseye extremely angry.
"I missed. I never miss!" he said, shocked.
He walked over to his motorbike and climbed on. Turning it on, he said, "I'll be back for you, lassie." Then, he drove away.
Daredevil got to his feet and walked over to you.
"You all right? Did he hurt you?" he asked with a gruff voice.
"No, I'll be fine. Bruised, but fine. Don't worry about me," you said, walking over to your forest green Camry. Daredevil followed you. "What?" you asked.
"I could take you home, if you want," he offered, concerned for your safety, it sounded.
"I'll be fine. Besides, how will my car get home?" With that, you got in your car and drove away.
As you drove, you thought about what had just happened. Bullseye killing that man with only nails, him spotting you watching. His attempt to kill you. Daredevil intercepting his attack. The knife. Everything flew by so fast.
As soon as you got home, you went straight to your computer and began typing furiously. If New York wants to know about weirdoes running about her at night. you thought to yourself. I'll tell them about tonight's escapades. You completed your article for The New York Post with your penname: Blaze Lauryl.
Turning off the lamp beside you, you climbed into bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell into a deep sleep.
Knives in the Dark
Chapter 1:
"You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, girly. Now, prepare for the consequences," the insane mass assassin, Bulseye said, his hand clutched around your throat, lifting you of the ground.
"Please." you managed to squeak despite the fact he's cutting off your air.
"Please, what? Please let you live? Is it because you have kids at home? Oh." he examined your lovely face with an odd look in his eye. "I don't think I will."
He placed a knife at your stomach, preparing to spear you through like he did to Elektra three years ago. "Any last requests, lass?" he said, mocking you.
"No. But, your hands aren't healed completely yet." you said, struggling with your words.
"What do you mean, wench?" he demanded, shaking you violently.
"They're bleeding. I can feel the blood."
He dropped you and looked at his hands, which were in fact bleeding profusely. You fell to the ground, landing hard on your right arm and watched him.
"You. You did something to them! I'll kill you!! I'll kill-"
A flash of red cut him off.
"Daredevil." you breathed, hardly daring to believe it.
You watched as the two very buff men proceeded to beat the crap out of each other. After about twenty minutes of straight fighting, Bullseye grabbed a knife and threw it directly at you.
Daredevil attempted to catch the blade, but Bullseye threw a large object at the nearest dumpster. The noise seemed to confuse Daredevil and he missed the knife that was now hurtling towards your heart.
Eyes wide with fear, you managed to block the offending weapon. This obviously made Bullseye extremely angry.
"I missed. I never miss!" he said, shocked.
He walked over to his motorbike and climbed on. Turning it on, he said, "I'll be back for you, lassie." Then, he drove away.
Daredevil got to his feet and walked over to you.
"You all right? Did he hurt you?" he asked with a gruff voice.
"No, I'll be fine. Bruised, but fine. Don't worry about me," you said, walking over to your forest green Camry. Daredevil followed you. "What?" you asked.
"I could take you home, if you want," he offered, concerned for your safety, it sounded.
"I'll be fine. Besides, how will my car get home?" With that, you got in your car and drove away.
As you drove, you thought about what had just happened. Bullseye killing that man with only nails, him spotting you watching. His attempt to kill you. Daredevil intercepting his attack. The knife. Everything flew by so fast.
As soon as you got home, you went straight to your computer and began typing furiously. If New York wants to know about weirdoes running about her at night. you thought to yourself. I'll tell them about tonight's escapades. You completed your article for The New York Post with your penname: Blaze Lauryl.
Turning off the lamp beside you, you climbed into bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell into a deep sleep.