NOTE:
I must warn you that you may come across some characters that you already
know from other movies but trust me, they're not the same. The thing is I
like to put all my favorite characters (from different movies or TV shows)
in my personal stories. But like I said before, they are not exactly the
same characters. I just borrow their names, appearance, sometimes some of
their features, and create totally new characters.
However, the characters I borrowed from Daredevil are just like they
appeared in the movie. I didn't and also will not modify them in any way.
Since Bullseye's birth name is a mystery to all I decided to name him after
the actor who portrayed him in the Daredevil movie (Colin James Farrell)
because I thought that this name suited him.
If there was something you didn't like please post a review and tell me
what bothered you and why and I'll see what I can do about it.
Also, I'm opened for suggestions. If anyone wishes to give me any ideas on
how to continue (or modify) the story please send me an e-mail.
Oh, there is one more thing: I am not a native English speaker so please
excuse any mistakes you may come across and if you want, feel free to e-
mail me and tell me about the mistakes I've made or write a review.
PART 1: "The encounter"
"My hands.You took away my hands. Have mercy!"
But Daredevil couldn't have mercy for such a bloodthirsty assassin. Furiously he grabbed and threw him through the big stained-glass window. As he was falling with great speed to the ground, Bullseye realized that this was the end for him and there was nothing he could do about it.
The only thing that crossed his mind was the image of a young woman he had seen the previous day.
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As he was speeding on a stolen motorcycle to the place he was to kill Nicholas Natchios his path was suddenly cut by a woman on a black motorcycle, dressed in a black leather suit. She had black long hair tied at the back in a ponytail, with the tips dyed red; and although a pair of dark sunglasses was covering her eyes, he had the feeling that he knew her from somewhere.
When she suddenly appeared in front of him from a side alley the two almost crashed. Bullseye managed to stop but the woman fell with the motorcycle on her right side. However, she got up in an instant and looked at Bullseye with a faint smile on her lips, after which she rushed off like nothing had happened, at a speed higher than that of any normal motorcycle.
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As he was helplessly falling, his body suddenly turned in mid air and he was now facing down. He saw the ground and a car coming and he knew that inevitably he would smash into it and die but then something very strange happened: he felt a hand touching his left shoulder.
He closed his eyes and fell to the ground. To his surprise he was still conscious and didn't feel any pain. In fact, it seemed like he had fallen to the ground from a height bellow six feet than from the top of a tall building.
He quickly opened his eyes and discovered that he was on the roof of an ordinary building. He noticed a person standing next to him, to his right. He raised his head to see who it was. To his surprise it was the woman he almost crashed into the previous day. She was dressed the same and looked the same; same cold expression on her face.
All this was very confusing to Bullseye.
"Did I die?" he asked her.
"Get up and stop asking stupid questions." She responded, turning to leave. "You have made enough a fool of yourself for one day."
Bullseye stood up. Now he was more confused than ever.
"Wait! How did I get here?"
"I brought you here." She told him as she was slowly walking away.
"How?"
The woman stopped and turned to Bullseye.
Her body vaporized into a black fog that, in less than a second appeared in front of him, making her appear as well. Practically she teleported herself from the edge of the roof -where she had been standing- to a place very close to Bullseye.
Although he was a man who didn't know the word fear, this event shocked him and he took a few steps back when the woman suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Just like that."
"What are you?" He asked confused.
"I am .. like you say .. magic." she said taking a step towards him and partially removing her glasses. She starred into his eyes as her big black eyes changed for an instant in the yellow glowing eyes of a feline, a thing that shocked him even more.
She put back her glasses and turned to leave.
"Why did you save me? Who are you?"
The woman stopped.
"You know, I never imagined you were the type of guy who takes things literally, Colin." she said and then turned to him with a smile on her lips.
"Ho .." he wanted to ask her how she knew his real name but she interrupted him, continuing her idea.
"I don't know how to tell you this but ten years ago, when I told you should tattoo a target on your forehead and call yourself Bullseye .. I was kidding."
Bullseye stood silent and confused for a while but then a smile of joy and surprise appeared on his face.
"Lara?"
"The very same."
The two old friends hugged each other.
After all, they haven't seen one another for almost ten years and each had played an important role in the other's life. Lara met Colin when she was twenty-one. Back then he was just a seventeen-year-old boy who abandoned a promising career in baseball to join the army; but he was not too prepared for it. So, she taught him how to fight while he shared with her his almost inhuman ability of turning the most insignificant object into a lethal weapon. Unfortunately they didn't spend more than a year together due to different circumstances that forced them to take separate paths.
"Don't get too excited about the hug. I'm still very mad on you for screwing up things today."
"What .."
"We will talk later about that. Come now."
"Where're we going?"
"What? Do you want to wait for those wounds to heal all by themselves?" she said referring to his wounded hands. "I will tell you everything in the car. Let's go!"
PART 1: "The encounter"
"My hands.You took away my hands. Have mercy!"
But Daredevil couldn't have mercy for such a bloodthirsty assassin. Furiously he grabbed and threw him through the big stained-glass window. As he was falling with great speed to the ground, Bullseye realized that this was the end for him and there was nothing he could do about it.
The only thing that crossed his mind was the image of a young woman he had seen the previous day.
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As he was speeding on a stolen motorcycle to the place he was to kill Nicholas Natchios his path was suddenly cut by a woman on a black motorcycle, dressed in a black leather suit. She had black long hair tied at the back in a ponytail, with the tips dyed red; and although a pair of dark sunglasses was covering her eyes, he had the feeling that he knew her from somewhere.
When she suddenly appeared in front of him from a side alley the two almost crashed. Bullseye managed to stop but the woman fell with the motorcycle on her right side. However, she got up in an instant and looked at Bullseye with a faint smile on her lips, after which she rushed off like nothing had happened, at a speed higher than that of any normal motorcycle.
*^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^*
As he was helplessly falling, his body suddenly turned in mid air and he was now facing down. He saw the ground and a car coming and he knew that inevitably he would smash into it and die but then something very strange happened: he felt a hand touching his left shoulder.
He closed his eyes and fell to the ground. To his surprise he was still conscious and didn't feel any pain. In fact, it seemed like he had fallen to the ground from a height bellow six feet than from the top of a tall building.
He quickly opened his eyes and discovered that he was on the roof of an ordinary building. He noticed a person standing next to him, to his right. He raised his head to see who it was. To his surprise it was the woman he almost crashed into the previous day. She was dressed the same and looked the same; same cold expression on her face.
All this was very confusing to Bullseye.
"Did I die?" he asked her.
"Get up and stop asking stupid questions." She responded, turning to leave. "You have made enough a fool of yourself for one day."
Bullseye stood up. Now he was more confused than ever.
"Wait! How did I get here?"
"I brought you here." She told him as she was slowly walking away.
"How?"
The woman stopped and turned to Bullseye.
Her body vaporized into a black fog that, in less than a second appeared in front of him, making her appear as well. Practically she teleported herself from the edge of the roof -where she had been standing- to a place very close to Bullseye.
Although he was a man who didn't know the word fear, this event shocked him and he took a few steps back when the woman suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Just like that."
"What are you?" He asked confused.
"I am .. like you say .. magic." she said taking a step towards him and partially removing her glasses. She starred into his eyes as her big black eyes changed for an instant in the yellow glowing eyes of a feline, a thing that shocked him even more.
She put back her glasses and turned to leave.
"Why did you save me? Who are you?"
The woman stopped.
"You know, I never imagined you were the type of guy who takes things literally, Colin." she said and then turned to him with a smile on her lips.
"Ho .." he wanted to ask her how she knew his real name but she interrupted him, continuing her idea.
"I don't know how to tell you this but ten years ago, when I told you should tattoo a target on your forehead and call yourself Bullseye .. I was kidding."
Bullseye stood silent and confused for a while but then a smile of joy and surprise appeared on his face.
"Lara?"
"The very same."
The two old friends hugged each other.
After all, they haven't seen one another for almost ten years and each had played an important role in the other's life. Lara met Colin when she was twenty-one. Back then he was just a seventeen-year-old boy who abandoned a promising career in baseball to join the army; but he was not too prepared for it. So, she taught him how to fight while he shared with her his almost inhuman ability of turning the most insignificant object into a lethal weapon. Unfortunately they didn't spend more than a year together due to different circumstances that forced them to take separate paths.
"Don't get too excited about the hug. I'm still very mad on you for screwing up things today."
"What .."
"We will talk later about that. Come now."
"Where're we going?"
"What? Do you want to wait for those wounds to heal all by themselves?" she said referring to his wounded hands. "I will tell you everything in the car. Let's go!"