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The day continued on just as usual, with the rest of the night to look forward to with her friends. She was going to stop by the house at around five, and then head over to her friend Michelle's apartment to feed her cats and just take care of things while she was away on vacation. It was nice to have a place she could go and be alone, and feel more independent. She loved her father, and she loved spending time with him and sharing the house with him, but a teenager such as herself needed a place to go and just relax for a while on her own. Her father was trying to get her to practice her martial arts more, but she just couldn't find the time to do it. That, and she didn't think she would need it. After all, no one had been "out to get her" so to speak until Bullseye, and she was already as strong as she thought she needed to be. But she wasn't. And people now WERE out to get her. The head of a major crime syndicate had pointed his finger at her and was about to change her life more than she could imagine, or care to imagine.

Finally, the clock rang to five and Bethany grinned, handing out her last coffee before tossing her coworker Melissa the keys to lock up, "I'm headed out, Mel. Just close up tonight when you're done. I'll see you tomorrow!" She smiled and waved goodbye, taking off her smock and hanging it up, going in the back to her locker and pulling out a black corduroy messenger bag with pins and patches across it, slinging it around her shoulder and heading out back home. Her first stop would be her house, to get her clothes and such for the night, then to Michelle's apartment to change and take care of the animals.

Bethany bounded cheerfully down the cracked city sidewalk, waving to a few people as she passed, headed for her home, skipping over the cracks on the sidewalk, pushing her long, silky brown hair out of her light brown eyes. Eventually, her three-story home (most of which was dedicated to labs and the like) came into view, making Beth smile a little. It was comforting; to know there was always a place one could go at the end of a long day. But she wasn't alone at the moment. In a black Lexus across the street, sat a man named Kingpin and his partner Bullseye. Kingpin took a long drag of his cigar and let the smoke out, the smoke then creeping out of the tinted window, "Just a few more hours, and Jacob will be out of the way and then soon after, the girl will be mine". He grinned a bit, Bullseye staring out of the window impatiently, "I don't see why we just can't kill her. I mean, I can do twice as much as that teenage brat can." Kingpin only glanced over at his friend sitting across from him, "My motives are my own. And plus, I think she could do a fair amount of damage if she so wished. She's had an extreme amount of martial arts training, which is more than I can say for you". Bullseye growled a bit, but let it go. He'd prove himself soon enough to Kingpin. He did want to test out the girl's skills though. She seemed as if she might be a worthy opponent. He already knew that Daredevil was quick, and could dodge his Shiurken. But Bethany. she was something else. Her moves were more than just quick, they were precise. Her body twisted and bent itself in the ways she commanded it to, and she looked like she knew everything that she was doing. Deadly. Bullseye grinned and looked back out the window, his own deadly thoughts being put into work.

By now, Bethany had been rummaging through her clothing, tossing things to the side and digging through piles, finally settling on a pair of loose black pants with a silver chain across them and a few pockets, a short, black halter top, and a pair of thick black shoes with a buckle across them. She snatched some makeup from her dresser and walked outside to her silver Dodge Neon, tossing the things in the back and sliding into the drivers' seat, turning on the ignition and pulling out onto the street, headed for Michelle's apartment. She drove past the long, sleek black Lexus without a second thought to it at around 6pm, knowing that she had about 3 hours until she met her friends at the "French Palm Tree".

The car drove speedily down the main street, competing with all the other speeding cars, SUVs, and taxis also racing to get to their own destinations. Driving in New York definitely wasn't for the weak hearted. But Bethany had been made to do the things she did, her agility and quick thinking made her the perfect resident for such a city. Michelle's apartment complex came into view, and Bethany slowed her car down, pulling into the large parking garage, parking in the guest area conveniently at the back of the garage. The average person would more than likely be running through the garage, but Beth simply took her time walking to the elevator, only pausing when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She stopped and looked around, "Hello.? Is anyone there?" A cold chill ran down her spine and she shivered, starting to walk faster towards the elevator, practically running inside and shutting the door behind her when she reached it, pressing the button anxiously for the fourteenth floor. The small red light lit up and a soft "ding" went off as the doors opened, letting Beth in. She watched the doors shut in front of her and let out a sigh of relief, not giving much thought to why she was so anxious all of a sudden. She'd rather not think about it, really. The door opened again and Bethany stepped out onto the hallway of the fourteenth floor, walking down to apartment 18 and pulling out the silver key Michelle gave her, undoing the lock and entering, the two Siamese cats greeting her with purrs and meows. She laughed a little and walked in, shutting the door behind her, "Oh hush, kitties! I'll feed you." Bethany made her way to the kitchen and took out a can of cat food, emptying it into each cat's respective food dish, making sure the water was full on each as well.

Time passed, and Bethany eventually dressed herself and slid on her shoes, putting on deep black eyeliner around her soft light brown eyes, putting her long hair up into a messy bun and running the light pink stick across her lips, painting them with the same color, a few sparkles fluttering onto her lips. She was ready. Tonight wasn't really as much for her as it was for her friends, but she did want to go anyways. She hadn't been out to a club in weeks, and she was aching for some excitement. Kicking ass of petty thieves and criminals was fun for the most part, but it became repetitive when it was always the same sort of thing. Daredevil was the one who did the hunting and protecting, and she wanted to keep it that way. It was best not to spark too much interest, especially at this point in her life. By now, the clock on the wall read "8:37" in red numbers, alerting Beth's attention, 'Oh crap, I need to get out of here.' She thought to herself. She would just park her car as close as she could and go inside and meet her friends. It was early, granted, but they did want to get "front row" seats in anticipation of the producers who would be there. But who could blame them? Not that she had anything better to do anyways. Beth darted down the hallway and walked into the elevator, pressing the button for the garage, playing with the silver chain on her pants idly as she waited for the door to open to the garage. As it did, she hurried over to her car, slinging her large bag into the backseat, pulling out her sleek black purse she had brought for the club. She locked the door and tossed in her two razors (shut, of course), her makeup, cellphone, and some money for a drink or food after if she needed.

The car turned on with the turning of the key to the ignition and Bethany pulled out of the lot, not noticing the motorcycle that was keeping a good distance behind her as she drove towards the club, her own music blaring in the background. She kept her eyes on the road and drove east, headed towards the club, spotting it by the large purple palm tree that was atop the club, blinking with its neon splendor. Only in New York, she thought to herself. She found a spot fairly close to the club and got out of the car, locking it and grabbing her purse. It was only 9:15 now, but her two even more scantly clad friends were waiting impatiently for her by the door. Katie, her redheaded friend, was the first to speak, "Beth! You're late! Jesus, we've been waiting forever!" Bethany rolled her eyes and started to walk in, the bouncer not caring that she was under 21, "You mean fifteen minutes, Katie". She rolled her eyes and Janelle, dark brown hair, spoke up, "Please excuse my impatient friend. she's eager to get beaten by me". Beth laughed a little, "I know both of you well enough to know how you are". The trio grinned and looked around the club, lights flashing and music pounding, people already on the dance floor having a good time. The girls walked in together, Bethany eyeing everything around her, deciding to head to the dance floor first. Janelle looked at her, "You want to come with us to the VIP lounge?" Beth shrugged and shook her head, "I think I'll just dance for a while. You two go and have a look around, I'll be over here later". The two girls shrugged and nodded, walking over to the unusually heavily guarded lounge, excited to be there.

Bethany found a spot close to the center and began to dance to the techno that radiated around her, dancing alone for the most part. She wasn't the type to go up to random strangers and start grinding; she frowned upon her friends when they went and did things like that. Just another part of who she was, her Katie had told her. It's not that she was scared, but she didn't want to get a reputation at any place like this, and rumors did have a tendency to twist themselves around. She was careful, she gave herself that.

After about an hour of dancing, she decided to head over to the bar and grab something to drink. Wiping her forehead a bit, still looking just the same as when she had walked in, she placed herself at the bar, motioning to the tender, "I'd like a beer". He glanced at her, "ID?" She sighed, pouting a bit, "Aw, c'mon. can't I have one?" He simply shook his head and went back to the others. The man next to Beth, covered in his own black trench coat, waved a hand, his voice deep and with an Irish accent, "Two beers". The tender nodded to him and slid two beers his way, the man tossing the money over. He then looked at Beth and handed her the other beer, "Here, take it". She looked at the beer, then up at the man, eyes widening when she saw him to be Bullseye, "What the-?" He laughed and drank his own, shaking his head, "Just drink the beer, girly". She narrowed her eyes and took the beer, popping off the top and taking a sip, "What the hell do you want?" He finished off his beer with a final gulp and turned, looking around the dance room, "Just here to have some fun. Can I help it if you're here too?" She rolled her eyes and took a large gulp, pushing a strand of hair from her eyes, "And can I help it if I'm not a gullible teenager? Give me the truth". He laughed again and looked back at her, "You're cute, you know that?" He grinned and eyed her a little, Beth getting aggravated, "And you're obnoxious, but I bet you've known that for a while!" She placed the now half-empty bottle down and stood up, adjusting her purse around her shoulder and heading over to the exit, pushing open the large, metallic door and walking out, welcoming the cool breeze of air rush over her body, cooling her down. Bullseye came up behind her, "Hey, now wait a second, missy. You can't just leave a guy hangin' who complimented you and bought your underage ass a drink!" She glared at him, walking past, "Watch me!" She pushed him harshly aside and started to walk down the alleyway in which she had entered, Bullseye grabbing her wrist harshly, "Yea, that's right, why don't you head home to your little daddy and sleep in your nice warm bed. I don't think you'll want to ever again". And with that, he let go of her wrist, walking the opposite way down the alleyway, leaving Bethany alone.

A few minutes passed before she shook her head, walking to her car, a frustrated look on her face and in her step as she took out the keys, unlocking the car and getting it, turning it on. "Who does he think he is?!" She shouted in the car, headed back for her house, "I mean, he's not even that good-looking!" Of course, she was lying, and she knew it. But that was beside the point, and she was tired of people at this point in the night. The car sped down the busy street and only stopped to pull into her asphalt driveway, parking the car behind her father's Buick. She exited her silver car and slammed the door shut, cautiously walking inside the house once she remembered that her father said he would be doing some experiments upstairs. She smiled a little and tip-toed into her bedroom, silently shutting the white door behind her, unaware that this would be the night that would change who she was for the rest of her life. And whether it was for the better or the worse, she would be the one to decide.