Living a life of a superhero along with trying to pass yourself off as a
normal girl isn't that easy. I won't try to be modest here, I'll be honest;
I attract attention from the male gender. I have long, dark brown hair with
very light, hazel eyes. My figure is something I'm proud of because of my
constant working out to make myself a perfect weapon. Usually, when I go
out, I'll put my hair up high to keep it out of the way, and during the
day, I'll let it fall to the middle of my back and wear glasses too, to try
and at least cover myself up somewhat. But now. that's all I really have to
say about all this, so I'll just hand it over to the narrator, I never was
too good at telling stories.
A little less than a year had passed now since Bethany Rhey had started her "crusade" against evil, and she had yet to spark the attention of Kingpin or Daredevil, or so she thought, sticking to the small stuff before she went out and actually made herself known. Bethany had a sparkling personality and a remarkable ability to work with computers. During the day, she took to working at a nearby coffee shop where Matt Murdock and his business partner Foggy Nelson often stopped. She was amazed at the fact that Matt was able to make his way around perfectly, and yet still be as blind as he was. She even thought he was able to see at first before she quickly learned that he was blind. Life was as normal as it was going to get for an eighteen year old such as her, and that was just fine by her. She would often stop and talk with Matt and Foggy on her break or when they stopped in, just for a chat though. She always had a slight inkling that Matt was different from the average blind person she had known, and also thought there was something about him that was different from anyone else.
Matt came in one day with Foggy and sat down at their usual table near the window. They began to talk when Bethany perked her ears up, smiling as she saw the two men. She had no attraction for either of them; yet, she spent a good deal of her time talking to Matt. Bethany grabbed her menu list and hopped over softly to the two men, Matt looking up to take note of her before his well-sighted friend did, "Hey Bethany, good to see you". He smiled gently towards her, laughing a little at the pun as Bethany pulled up a chair and sat on it with the backing facing the table, and her body facing the two men, "So what can I do ya' for today, gentlemen?" Bethany asked as she pulled out a pen and clicked it, writing down the orders. Foggy was first to ask, "I'll have a tall, mocha latte with whipped cream and an éclair". Bethany shook her head a little, chuckling, "You gotta watch out there, Fog, you'll do yourself in". He rolled his eyes a little as Bethany poked him gently with her pen, "It's my body, I'll put in it what I want". Matt grinned and Bethany nodded, "Fair enough," she turned to Matt, "how about you?" Matt thought for a moment, then decided "It seems like your vanilla chai coffee is especially good today. how about a large cup of that?" Bethany laughed a little, "I swear, you and your hypersensitive nose are going to be the end of menus". They laughed a little and Beth jumped up, putting the chair back. "I shall return with your orders, sirs". She bowed a little and laughed lightly, hopping back to the kitchen to drop off the orders.
Foggy looked at his friend who seemed to be preoccupied, "Hey Matt, do you think she has a boyfriend?" Matt raised an eyebrow, looking towards Foggy, "You're joking, right? She's eighteen!" Foggy grinned, "You're too easy to get at". Matt shook his head, "Only you". The two chuckled and began to talk as Bethany placed their orders, all unaware of Kingpin and his new plans set in mind. the assassination of Nikolas Natchios, Jacob Rhey and Bethany Rhey.
His reasoning for the death of these three was as simple as his reasoning for any death. He couldn't stand failure, and that's what two of the three had given him. Jacob was supposed to have brought him the girl, and yet he had refused to, over and over, even to his face and to Bullseye's. Jacob told Kingpin his love for the girl, and that he would do anything for Kingpin other than hand over his own daughter for the use of evil. Jacob Rhey had been doing research for Kingpin for years, and knew it was wrong, but did it because he thought he had to. After Kingpin learned of her budding desire for fighting and her extreme ability for it, he wanted her to be part of the team. Youths such as her were easily influenced, and he knew it'd be easy to get her to do his biddings for the right price. But Jacob knew better. He knew that handing over Bethany was like signing over her life to something she would hate, and it would be the thing she had vowed revenge against before she had been born. No. He wouldn't do it. No way in hell.
After hearing Jacob's saddening decision, Kingpin warned him that he was going to kill him, and kill Bethany as well, to prove a point to the others that worked with Jacob, and to force them to produce another child like Bethany. Of course, he wouldn't kill Jacob first; he wanted him to witness the killing of his daughter he devoted his life to. But Jacob had left out a few details from Kingpin, and that was that he was going to tell Bethany exactly who had killed her parents, and also, he had never told Kingpin the extent of her power and training, but he was soon to find out.
Bethany came back to the table after about five minutes with the two men's orders, placing each cup down perfectly, also putting the éclair down next to the cup. Bethany's reflexes made her the ideal waitress, and she knew it. The two men thanked her and she smiled, "I'd love to stay and talk guys, but I don't really want to intrude". Matt laughed a little, as did Foggy, "Beth! What are you mumbling about! Sit down already!" Bethany laughed, leaning in a bit to whisper, "Well, truth is, my boss is a wench, and she doesn't want me slacking off." She rolled her eyes a little, "So I gotta get back to work," Beth frowned a little, standing, "sorry guys, maybe next time". They nodded, understanding as Bethany hopped back off to the other costumers waiting, treating them as if she would any new friend, having also the perfect personality for a waitress.
A few hours went by, and before she knew it, it was nine o'clock: closing time. Bethany wanted to hurry tonight because her father had told her that he had something very important to tell her when she got home. Beth waved goodbye to the last of the employees before untying her green smock, hanging it up in her hook in the back. The lights in front had been turned off already, so the shop had an eerie darkness hanging over it. Bethany sat down on one of the seats in the back, sliding on her sneakers, getting ready for the three-block walk home. That's what she loved about her job, other than the meeting new people: it was close to where she lived.
As Bethany stood, putting her silky hair into a ponytail, she heard the sound of the front door open, and then shut. She perked her head up, thinking that the last employee must have just forgotten to lock the door. She stood, looking towards the front, "Hello? I'm sorry, whoever's there, we're closed for the night, and you'll have to come back tomorrow." She then heard a slight chuckle and footsteps before a man appeared in the doorway, dressed in all black, with what looked like an alligator skin trench coat draped around him. The thing that startled her the most though, was the mark of a bullseye on the man's head. Her eyes widened, as she immediately knew who he was. Bullseye. He grinned more, stepping forward, "Oh, I think I'll do a little self-service tonight. You'll be a little preoccupied being dead." His expression tuned lethal as he took two shuriken from his belt buckle, whipping them at her with incredible speed. Bethany had only moments to dodge them, but that was all she needed. She allowed her body to fall backwards, bending her knees as she feel, catching herself with her hands so she was in the crabwalk position. Once she knew the shuriken had passed, she pressed her weight onto her hands and flipped herself back to her feet, a satisfied grin on her face and an annoyed one on Bullseye's. "Sorry, you'll have to do a little better than that". He glared at her and took out four more shuriken, whipping each one at her torso and head. But for every one he whipped at her, she either used her reflexes to turn to the side or flip backwards again.
After the four had passed, she realized she would have to get out of the coffee shop if she wanted to ensure that nothing was broken, and that she had enough room to maneuver in. With a quick and sharp turn to the side, she darted for the side door, racing out of it with Bullseye close behind her. The moment she got outside, she did a backwards flip, kicking Bullseye directly in the head before getting to her feet, grinning. He glared at her, stepping forwards, "You're going to really regret that Bethany Rhey". He snarled out her name before running back to the front and getting onto his motorcycle, roaring the engine, and heading back for headquarters.
Bethany glared at the motorcycle racing off, not noticing the man overhead dressed in red, the man without fear: Daredevil. He had been following Bullseye, and was planning on helping Bethany, Matt's friend, but was in shock when he noticed that Bethany hadn't needed help in the least bit. Although unable to see, he had used his radar vision to tell that Bethany's reflexes were far beyond normal, matching his own that had only become that acute after the accident with the Medical Waste when he was twelve. Knowing that the only way to find out why Bullseye had come after Beth, and why she had so easily avoided him, he decided to go and follow Bullseye, which was exactly what he did.
After the confrontation from the coffee shop, Bethany decided that she really needed to go speak with her father about what had happened; perhaps he had some answers behind all the fog. She raced home and ran inside of the three-floor brick building, the bottom floor acting as the home, and the top two floors the laboratory areas. Her father was sitting on an olive green couch perpendicular to the door, watching the TV across from him, smiling as she walked in, "Hey Bethany! What's wrong?" He noticed she looked a little shocked. Jacob stood up, walking over to his daughter that only stood, staring at him, "Dad, I was attacked today by Bullseye." Her voice sounded sturdy, yet held a tone of uncertainty in it. Jacob stopped walking as Bethany continued, "He knew my name, and he knew where I worked. How is that possible?" Jacob sighed, shaking his head and looking down, Bethany simply starting at him as he spoke softly and carefully, "I wanted to tell you sooner, Beth, but I guess Kingpin had other plans." He looked back up at the gentle face in front of him, locking his deep blue eyes with her hazel ones. Bethany began to look confused, "Kingpin? But I thought you had only heard of him on the streets, how does he know of me? What's going on, Daddy?" She stepped for ward to her father, taking his hands in her own. She stood only an inch shorter than Jacob, keeping the eye contact, "Beth, I need to tell you something very important, and I need you to listen carefully to everything I tell you, ok?" Bethany nodded and Jacob sat her down on the couch, beginning to tell her the truth.
A little less than a year had passed now since Bethany Rhey had started her "crusade" against evil, and she had yet to spark the attention of Kingpin or Daredevil, or so she thought, sticking to the small stuff before she went out and actually made herself known. Bethany had a sparkling personality and a remarkable ability to work with computers. During the day, she took to working at a nearby coffee shop where Matt Murdock and his business partner Foggy Nelson often stopped. She was amazed at the fact that Matt was able to make his way around perfectly, and yet still be as blind as he was. She even thought he was able to see at first before she quickly learned that he was blind. Life was as normal as it was going to get for an eighteen year old such as her, and that was just fine by her. She would often stop and talk with Matt and Foggy on her break or when they stopped in, just for a chat though. She always had a slight inkling that Matt was different from the average blind person she had known, and also thought there was something about him that was different from anyone else.
Matt came in one day with Foggy and sat down at their usual table near the window. They began to talk when Bethany perked her ears up, smiling as she saw the two men. She had no attraction for either of them; yet, she spent a good deal of her time talking to Matt. Bethany grabbed her menu list and hopped over softly to the two men, Matt looking up to take note of her before his well-sighted friend did, "Hey Bethany, good to see you". He smiled gently towards her, laughing a little at the pun as Bethany pulled up a chair and sat on it with the backing facing the table, and her body facing the two men, "So what can I do ya' for today, gentlemen?" Bethany asked as she pulled out a pen and clicked it, writing down the orders. Foggy was first to ask, "I'll have a tall, mocha latte with whipped cream and an éclair". Bethany shook her head a little, chuckling, "You gotta watch out there, Fog, you'll do yourself in". He rolled his eyes a little as Bethany poked him gently with her pen, "It's my body, I'll put in it what I want". Matt grinned and Bethany nodded, "Fair enough," she turned to Matt, "how about you?" Matt thought for a moment, then decided "It seems like your vanilla chai coffee is especially good today. how about a large cup of that?" Bethany laughed a little, "I swear, you and your hypersensitive nose are going to be the end of menus". They laughed a little and Beth jumped up, putting the chair back. "I shall return with your orders, sirs". She bowed a little and laughed lightly, hopping back to the kitchen to drop off the orders.
Foggy looked at his friend who seemed to be preoccupied, "Hey Matt, do you think she has a boyfriend?" Matt raised an eyebrow, looking towards Foggy, "You're joking, right? She's eighteen!" Foggy grinned, "You're too easy to get at". Matt shook his head, "Only you". The two chuckled and began to talk as Bethany placed their orders, all unaware of Kingpin and his new plans set in mind. the assassination of Nikolas Natchios, Jacob Rhey and Bethany Rhey.
His reasoning for the death of these three was as simple as his reasoning for any death. He couldn't stand failure, and that's what two of the three had given him. Jacob was supposed to have brought him the girl, and yet he had refused to, over and over, even to his face and to Bullseye's. Jacob told Kingpin his love for the girl, and that he would do anything for Kingpin other than hand over his own daughter for the use of evil. Jacob Rhey had been doing research for Kingpin for years, and knew it was wrong, but did it because he thought he had to. After Kingpin learned of her budding desire for fighting and her extreme ability for it, he wanted her to be part of the team. Youths such as her were easily influenced, and he knew it'd be easy to get her to do his biddings for the right price. But Jacob knew better. He knew that handing over Bethany was like signing over her life to something she would hate, and it would be the thing she had vowed revenge against before she had been born. No. He wouldn't do it. No way in hell.
After hearing Jacob's saddening decision, Kingpin warned him that he was going to kill him, and kill Bethany as well, to prove a point to the others that worked with Jacob, and to force them to produce another child like Bethany. Of course, he wouldn't kill Jacob first; he wanted him to witness the killing of his daughter he devoted his life to. But Jacob had left out a few details from Kingpin, and that was that he was going to tell Bethany exactly who had killed her parents, and also, he had never told Kingpin the extent of her power and training, but he was soon to find out.
Bethany came back to the table after about five minutes with the two men's orders, placing each cup down perfectly, also putting the éclair down next to the cup. Bethany's reflexes made her the ideal waitress, and she knew it. The two men thanked her and she smiled, "I'd love to stay and talk guys, but I don't really want to intrude". Matt laughed a little, as did Foggy, "Beth! What are you mumbling about! Sit down already!" Bethany laughed, leaning in a bit to whisper, "Well, truth is, my boss is a wench, and she doesn't want me slacking off." She rolled her eyes a little, "So I gotta get back to work," Beth frowned a little, standing, "sorry guys, maybe next time". They nodded, understanding as Bethany hopped back off to the other costumers waiting, treating them as if she would any new friend, having also the perfect personality for a waitress.
A few hours went by, and before she knew it, it was nine o'clock: closing time. Bethany wanted to hurry tonight because her father had told her that he had something very important to tell her when she got home. Beth waved goodbye to the last of the employees before untying her green smock, hanging it up in her hook in the back. The lights in front had been turned off already, so the shop had an eerie darkness hanging over it. Bethany sat down on one of the seats in the back, sliding on her sneakers, getting ready for the three-block walk home. That's what she loved about her job, other than the meeting new people: it was close to where she lived.
As Bethany stood, putting her silky hair into a ponytail, she heard the sound of the front door open, and then shut. She perked her head up, thinking that the last employee must have just forgotten to lock the door. She stood, looking towards the front, "Hello? I'm sorry, whoever's there, we're closed for the night, and you'll have to come back tomorrow." She then heard a slight chuckle and footsteps before a man appeared in the doorway, dressed in all black, with what looked like an alligator skin trench coat draped around him. The thing that startled her the most though, was the mark of a bullseye on the man's head. Her eyes widened, as she immediately knew who he was. Bullseye. He grinned more, stepping forward, "Oh, I think I'll do a little self-service tonight. You'll be a little preoccupied being dead." His expression tuned lethal as he took two shuriken from his belt buckle, whipping them at her with incredible speed. Bethany had only moments to dodge them, but that was all she needed. She allowed her body to fall backwards, bending her knees as she feel, catching herself with her hands so she was in the crabwalk position. Once she knew the shuriken had passed, she pressed her weight onto her hands and flipped herself back to her feet, a satisfied grin on her face and an annoyed one on Bullseye's. "Sorry, you'll have to do a little better than that". He glared at her and took out four more shuriken, whipping each one at her torso and head. But for every one he whipped at her, she either used her reflexes to turn to the side or flip backwards again.
After the four had passed, she realized she would have to get out of the coffee shop if she wanted to ensure that nothing was broken, and that she had enough room to maneuver in. With a quick and sharp turn to the side, she darted for the side door, racing out of it with Bullseye close behind her. The moment she got outside, she did a backwards flip, kicking Bullseye directly in the head before getting to her feet, grinning. He glared at her, stepping forwards, "You're going to really regret that Bethany Rhey". He snarled out her name before running back to the front and getting onto his motorcycle, roaring the engine, and heading back for headquarters.
Bethany glared at the motorcycle racing off, not noticing the man overhead dressed in red, the man without fear: Daredevil. He had been following Bullseye, and was planning on helping Bethany, Matt's friend, but was in shock when he noticed that Bethany hadn't needed help in the least bit. Although unable to see, he had used his radar vision to tell that Bethany's reflexes were far beyond normal, matching his own that had only become that acute after the accident with the Medical Waste when he was twelve. Knowing that the only way to find out why Bullseye had come after Beth, and why she had so easily avoided him, he decided to go and follow Bullseye, which was exactly what he did.
After the confrontation from the coffee shop, Bethany decided that she really needed to go speak with her father about what had happened; perhaps he had some answers behind all the fog. She raced home and ran inside of the three-floor brick building, the bottom floor acting as the home, and the top two floors the laboratory areas. Her father was sitting on an olive green couch perpendicular to the door, watching the TV across from him, smiling as she walked in, "Hey Bethany! What's wrong?" He noticed she looked a little shocked. Jacob stood up, walking over to his daughter that only stood, staring at him, "Dad, I was attacked today by Bullseye." Her voice sounded sturdy, yet held a tone of uncertainty in it. Jacob stopped walking as Bethany continued, "He knew my name, and he knew where I worked. How is that possible?" Jacob sighed, shaking his head and looking down, Bethany simply starting at him as he spoke softly and carefully, "I wanted to tell you sooner, Beth, but I guess Kingpin had other plans." He looked back up at the gentle face in front of him, locking his deep blue eyes with her hazel ones. Bethany began to look confused, "Kingpin? But I thought you had only heard of him on the streets, how does he know of me? What's going on, Daddy?" She stepped for ward to her father, taking his hands in her own. She stood only an inch shorter than Jacob, keeping the eye contact, "Beth, I need to tell you something very important, and I need you to listen carefully to everything I tell you, ok?" Bethany nodded and Jacob sat her down on the couch, beginning to tell her the truth.
