Disclaimer: Don't own anything from the movie Daredevil. I am making no money off this.
Author Notes: Being that Bullseye was my favorite character from the film and I am in love with Colin Farrell, I just had to write something with Bullseye in it. This just came into my head and wouldn't go away. PS: I didn't stick around for the credits so I actually missed that extra footage with Bullseye and only know about it through the grapevine. Please excuse any inaccuracies.
Rating: PG-13 (for one little curse word)
Bull's-eyeThe man trapped inside the body cast leered triumphantly at the fly pinned neatly to the wall by a hypodermic needle. The fact that his deadly aim was still intact enlivened his spirits. But if only the fly were that devil-suit clad nuisance instead…
Interfering little shite!Bullseye's blood simmered in his veins and the madness in his eyes blazed at the thought of the meddlesome vigilante. The Irish hit man had never missed in his entire career. Never! Until Daredevil came around, that is.
Bullseye's fingers twitched, imaging slicing Daredevil's throat with a multitude of his throwing stars. The deranged killer could just imagine the sight of the life-giving blood flowing out of the vigilante's jugular. These images only succeeded in intensifying his bloodlust.
Bullseye's annoyance flared at the realization that he was trapped inside this body cast when he could be out hunting for the Devil. The painkillers pumped into his body masked the great pain radiating from his tremendous injuries. At this moment all his thoughts were on his now deadly enemy.
You won't get away with this Devil!Bullseye's rabid reflections were interrupted by the entrance of a nurse. He practically snarled at her as she approached the bed. She stared at the empty metal tray with surprise.
Bullseye whistled to get her attention. "Looking for that?" he growled hoarsely in his Irish brogue, rolling his eyes toward the spot where the needle pinned the fly to the wall.
The nurse gasped at the sight. She stared, wide-eyed, at the spot then turned her gaze toward the bedridden man.
Bullseye sneered at her.
"My God," she whispered. Hurriedly, the nurse left the room. Most likely in search of a doctor.
"I told them I was magic," Bullseye whispered to her departing back. He returned his gaze to the fly pinned to the wall. His fervent mind seethed, again wishing desperately that it were Daredevil pinned in death to the wall.
It isn't over, Devil.
Bullseye waggled his fingers. Delight at regaining his aim again surged through his veins. That first sight of the bloody holes through his hands up in that bell tower had almost killed him. His livelihood depended on those hands and they'd been crippled. Or so he'd thought before Daredevil had shoved him through the window.
A snarl bubbled in the killer's throat as his thoughts turned once again to his enemy. He knew exactly what he would do once his injuries had healed. As soon as he made his escape, he'd start prowling the streets in search of the suited vigilante. Nothing would stop him in his quest for his own justice. Daredevil had been his first failure and would be his last. Soon, the Irish hit man would erase all evidence of that mistake.
And Bullseye would do all of it for free. He would do all of it for himself. For the killing of Daredevil was his right. It was his blood right.
Bullseye knew he was not the only one who would love nothing more than to ensure the demise of the ominous figure in a devil suit. The Kingpin was only the most notorious of them. But Bullseye would make certain that he was the one to prove victorious against the Man Without Fear. Because the Daredevil belonged to him.
The Devil is mine!