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Jacob began with telling her the truth about her parents' deaths and exactly what had happened to her when she was in the artificial fetus. All the time that Jacob spoke about her parents, and the fact that they had been government workers, helping with trying to take down Kingpin, Bethany never flinched, and took in every detail. As the story of her parents came to an end, Jacob began on how Kingpin knew him, and that Kingpin had come to him after Bethany's birth, forcing Jacob to do research for him. It was only until recently that they had shown the interest in Bethany, and he had refused to let them near her. She was touched by her father's bravery, but also became worried because she knew her life was going to be different now. Things were going to change, weather she wanted them to or not. Her life and crime fighting were both going to revolve around protecting herself, her father, and the world she had built for herself.

After all was said and done, Jacob made sure his daughter hadn't been injured in the confrontation. Bethany rolled up the sleeve of her dark, long sleeved shirt and noticed two slash marks across her upper arm. The blades must have skimmed against her and she didn't notice before. They were still bleeding a little, and some of the blood had trickled down her arm. Her father took her to the bathroom and helped her bandage up her cuts, "You need to be more careful, Beth. His aim is incredible. The only person able to fully dodge his attacks has been Daredevil, and we both know that your reflexes are great. You need more practice, sweetie." His voice trailed off a bit as Bethany looked to the white, tiled floor, knowing he was very right. She couldn't have this continually happen to her, "I know, Dad, but he caught be by surprise. If I had been in my costume and all I think-," Her father looked up at her, cutting her off, "Things like this aren't going to happen when you're ready for it to, Bethany! What happened tonight is something you need to know will always happen! When you aren't ready is exactly when you need to be ready; at all times! There's no excuse for what happened tonight other than you need more practice!" Bethany snatched her bandaged arm away, looking back up at her father. She was speechless. He had never been quite this harsh with her before, but it was only because he was scared. He was more afraid than he'd even been before. His entire life was in jeopardy, all because of Kingpin not accepting anything but what he wanted. He was scared for Bethany, and he was scared for his own life.

A few more minutes passed and Bethany mumbled softly, "I'd better get some rest. I need to be up early tomorrow." She softly walked out of the dimly lit room into the dark home, headed for her room in the far corner of the building. She flicked on the light switch near the door, illuminating the room that was very obviously belonging to a teenager. The rug covered the entire floor and was a powdered blue color, the walls and ceiling around her a shade darker. The ceiling was covered in colored glow-in-the-dark stars and moons, creating a gentle atmosphere when the lights were out. Her bed was in the corner, the sheets were a dark purple with a paisley sort of pattern on them. On the bed was a single stuffed animal she called Peanut who was a light blue elephant she had since she was born. Around the room were her large oak dresser with picture frames on it, and a desk in the corner with a sleek, black laptop sitting on it. There were band posters around her room, and in every aspect, she seemed to be a normal, average, eighteen year old girl. But she wasn't average. And she wasn't normal, and she knew it. She slid off her clothes and climbed into a baggy white t- shirt and baggy, plaid pants. Life was scary at the moment, she thought to herself as she crept into her bed, covering herself in the blankets. But little did she know, that it was only going to get worse, and only going to get more painful.

Back at Kingpin's headquarters, Bullseye walked into Kingpin's office, looking a little pissed off at having not killed Bethany. Kingpin was sitting at his desk, and was the first to speak, his voice deep and echoing, "Well? Did you kill her?" Bullseye looked out the window towards the city, "The stupid bitch got away. She's stronger than you said she was!" Bullseye walked forwards to the desk, partially defending himself, and also angry. "You mean to tell me you failed?" "I don't like that word. It didn't go as planned is all." Kingpin looked annoyed, but calmed himself down, "It doesn't matter anyways. Tomorrow night, I want you to kill Jacob Rhey, that might get the girl to surrender to us and join. It's easier than killing her and getting an entirely new recruit." Bullseye grinned, fine with this new solution, "The girl is pretty cute, you know." Kingpin laughed, looking at him, "You really can't be serious! You're at least ten years older than her!" Bullseye smirked, "Since when does age matter?" Kingpin laughed again, shaking his head and smiling, "Whatever you say. just don't get caught up in it, ok?" Bullseye nodded, walking out of the office and towards the door, having all his instructions for tomorrow night.

Daredevil narrowed his eyes from under his mask, sitting on the ledge above Kingpin's window, having heard the entire conversation. Now he knew that Bethany's strength wasn't recent, and it was apparently enough to have caught Kingpin's attention. He knew Bethany's father as an acquaintance, having spoken to him only a few times, but he knew that to Bethany, her father was her life. Losing him could set her off, and with that power, he had seen before exactly what a murder could do to someone with that sort of power. He was doing this for Bethany's sake as well as everyone else's. Protecting Jacob that is. Bethany could take care of herself for now.

Bethany woke the next day to a fresh start and to a new world. Work began at nine today, and ended at five, and she had plans afterwards to go out with some of her friends. They were going to a nightclub in town where a famous casting director for Hollywood was rumored to be at. Beth wasn't into all of that, and was very content where she was, but was only going because she wanted to support her friends. Bethany hopped out of bed and tossed off her clothing, sliding on her bra and underwear, flipping on her stereo to help wake her up. She danced around, slipping into her baggy, khaki pants and then her long sleeved, light blue "Roxy" shirt, with the Roxy outlined with glitter. She sang out loud until her father knocked on the door, "Bethany, I swear to God, if you play that any louder, Timbuktu is going to call to complain!" Beth laughed, turning the music off and opening the door, "Sorry, Dad!" She walked past him and towards the kitchen, opening a cabinet and taking out a bag with bagels in it, pulling out the last garlic one. Just another thing that would set off her father. "Bethany, I'm going to be working late in my lab tonight, so you don't need to check in when you get home." Bethany sat down at the table, her father getting some juice from the fridge, "I'm going out tonight, Daddy. So I won't be home until late-ish". Her father paused, looking back over at her, Bethany pleading in her head that he'd let her. "I supposed that's fine, just be careful, you know what kind of trouble lurks at night". He grinned a little and Bethany laughed, smiling, "Thank you so much! I promise I'll be careful!" He nodded, grinning still, "I know," he then glanced at the clock and his eyes widened, "you'd better hurry, it's almost nine!" Bethany looked at the clock, her eyes widening greatly, throwing down her bagel, "Oh crap! It is!" She jumped out of her seat and grabbed her bag by the door, shouting a goodbye to her father as she ran down the street to work.

As Bethany continued on her way to work, other plans were being set in motion for that night that would change the rest of her life. Kingpin leaned back in his soft, leather chair and looked at Bullseye, "So you understand what you have to do tonight?" he asked the man cloaked in a trench coat, "Yea, just distract the girl for a little bit while you take care of her old man. Easy". Kingpin laughed heartily, "Right. Just make sure she doesn't leave any earlier than ten. I can't risk her coming back too early and making a scene. I want her to think that someone else killed her father. Frame some poor sap." He grinned with the deadly coldness that radiated in his being, "Now go have some fun, just keep an eye on her from seven to ten". Bullseye simply turned and walked out towards the door, passing a guard he had finished off easily with a pencil to the neck. Unnecessary, but fun in his eyes.

Bethany slid her green apron on and immediately got to work, finding out that her supervisor wouldn't be in today, so she would be allowed to chat it up with some of her friends that occasionally came in. As usual, Bethany went around refilling some of the creamers and condiments on the tables, placing a few small menus here and there and basically cleaning the place up. She finished and popped behind the counter, talking to one of her friends as the customers came in and seated themselves, or simply ordered a drink from the counter. The tables were never all full, so Bethany never had trouble waiting them, always finding time to relax or chat.

Soon enough, at around ten o'clock, Foggy and Matt strolled in, taking their usual seat and making themselves comfortable. Bethany grinned and hopped over, pulling a chair up, smiling, "Today is your lucky day, gentlemen! I can sit and talk!" She laughed a little and Foggy looked at her, Matt smiling, "You know about the alligators in the sewers, right?" Bethany grinned, "What about 'em?" "Would you so kindly tell my disbelieving friend here that they do exist?" Foggy looked at Matt who was shaking his head, Bethany looking at Foggy, "Actually, despite the fact that during one point, about thirty years ago, alligators did freely roam the sewers, they don't anymore. Not only is it physically impossible for them to survive, but there have been no legitimate sightings." Foggy paused, Matt grinned, and Beth simply blinked. "And how do you know?" "MTV did a special on it. you should watch more TV you know". She grinned and Matt laughed, shaking his head, "So how are you Bethany?" She smiled, leaning back in the chair and looking at Matt, "Pretty good. Had an interesting night last night, but otherwise, nothing really happened." She smiled, lying very obviously about the fact that nothing really happened, and Matt knew it; he could tell by her heartbeat, and the fact that he had "witnessed" Bethany's confrontation with Bullseye.

The trio spoke for a while more about what was happening, Foggy insisting that there were alligators in the sewers. Eventually though, the talking was broken as Foggy noticed a very beautiful young woman walk into the café. He watched her and Bethany raised an eyebrow, looking over, "You're kidding, right?" Matt looked up, trying to sense the woman he knew walked in, "Tell me, is she beautiful?" Foggy gaped for a few more minutes, Beth rolling her eyes, "Not at all. she must have some kind of skin disease." He went on for a minute before Bethany smacked his head lightly, "Please! Shut up! Taking advantage of a blind man is a really dumb thing to do!" Matt smirked and stood, taking the coffee that Foggy believed was the one that had the mustard in it, and walked over to where she was, putting on the whole, "Can you tell me where.is?" Foggy sipped "his" coffee and spit it out, Bethany immediately laughing hysterically and falling off of her chair, causing the attention of both the was-feeling guilty Elektra Natchios and Matthew Murdock to look over. Elektra, now annoyed with Matt, stood up and walked out, Matt following.

Bethany stood, dusting herself off, and still laughing a little, "I can't believe that guy sometimes". She shook her head, Foggy looking very angry, "You can't stand him?! I have to work with him and deal with his immatureness!" Beth grinned, "To be fair, you did pour the mustard in his cup." She smirked and he mumbled, wiping himself off. More customers began to file into the small shop, so Bethany said goodbye to Foggy, and went back to work, chuckling to herself that Matt had gone after the woman.