Author's Note: Sorry it has taken so long to get another chapter up for The Devil Is Mine, but unfortunately my insides decided to be uncooperative and lay me up in a hospital for a couple of weeks. BUT I DID NOT DIE! I AM A GOD! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ok, seriously, more updates will follow now that I am damn near fully recovered.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bullseye, Daredevil, Justin Hammer, Silvio Manfredi, Foggy Nelson or anyone else in the Marvel Universe who may or may not come into my story unless they are characters of my own design. Last time I checked though, I do own my Bullseye underwear... even if I don't wear it all the time and I do call dibs on my story because hey, I gotta have dibs on something.
Chapter 3: The Hunt Begins
Bullseye's glare alternated between the dining hall to the watch adorning his wrist. He wanted no witnesses to this particular hit, as Manfredi was indeed a very high profile and loved, albeit sadistically cruel, member of New York society. His criminal activities were all masqueraded as genuine, legitimate businesses and to top things off with his goody goody persona, Manfredi contributed to many charities. It was indeed the perfect cover-up if ever there was one. Of course since Bullseye wanted no witnesses and Silvio Manfredi happened to be located in a dining hall, which was hosting a charity for... Well it didn't matter to Bullseye what it was for. The point was, he had to wait, and waiting was not something that Bullseye was particularly fond of doing. Waiting requires an amount of patience. Patience was a completely foreign concept to Bullseye as was other concepts such as a conscience, remorse, pity, and mercy.
To top things off, Bullseye had yet to see neither hide nor hair of any costumed freak in the vicinity. He was promised some fun on this hit and so far his only fun was trying to decide if he should use a playing card or toothpicks to take out his target. So far the box of toothpicks was winning out. He sat on the hood of his stolen Corvette, watching the festivities through a pair of binoculars when he noticed a black van parked near him turn on its headlights and drive out. Of course it was odd though that rather than turning into traffic, it began picking up speed and plowed over hedges and towards the main picture window of the hall. It was then that Bullseye heard gunfire and... Was that the Ride of the Valkyries????
Not liking where this was going, Bullseye jumped from his vehicle and sprinted across the four lanes of traffic to get into the now wide-open hole in the wall that used to be a picture window. What he saw sent shivers down his spine. A masked man was armed with a pair of pistols and a kitana, with one of these pistols currently aimed at Silvio's head.
"Now I know what your askin yourself Silvie-baby." The masked man began. "Your askin yourself did he fire off six shots or did he fire off five. You feelin lucky... pappy?"
Bullseye reacted quickly, hurling one of his toothpicks into the back of the masked man's hand. "I don't know who in the bloody hell you are," Bullseye said as he began walking towards his mark and his competition, "But he is mine."
The masked man turned, still looking at his hand as he pulled out the toothpick. "Well baldy, me thinks you be a wee bit confused. See this mark is mine. I found him first. I am being paid to knock him off and paid quite well, enough to keep me in pork chops, applesauce, and girly magazines for about a year and a half. So how about you take your toothpick tossin ass and get to stepping off of Deadpool's territory, k?"
To say Bullseye was not at all pleased would be like saying that Deadpool was a smart-ass: a rather pointless observation to make, but still something worthy of noting. Bullseye had heard of the so-called "Merc With A Mouth" through his career. Most of what he had heard was ridicule, but there was always this underlying theme of "Don't mess with him, he is crazy as a fox" This, along with the fact that he had to take out Manfredi himself drove Bullseye to do the unthinkable. "Look you motor mouthed moron, that is MY hit. Get in my way and you will a lot more than you stand to gain."
Deadpool seemed to contemplate his idea for all of about thirty-five seconds before he turned to Bullseye, with his gun still to Manfredi's head. "Ya know, As much as you flattered me, I think it was summed up best by Stone Cold Steve Austin when he said..." And Deadpool let Bullseye know that he was indeed number one... Which was answered by a whistling through the air and the offending digit falling to the floor.
"My finger!!! Owieowieowieowieowie That was my FAVORITE FINGER! Do you have ANY idea how long it takes to regrow a finger???"
Bullseye smirked as he brandished 5 more playing cards. "At least one sixth of the amount of time as it will take to regrow your hand?"
"Listen Bullhockey! I don't know how it is where you come from, but here in the good ol' U S of A, we do not cotton to no finger choppin off!" Deadpool turned, taking his attention away from Manfredi to confront Bullseye.
"Oh, and just what do you plan to do about it? Bleed on me?"
Manfredi wasted no time in getting out of there, his bodyguards were relatively quick to get him to safety, but not without being noticed as both Assassins looked towards him and exclaimed in unison "You Idiot, you are letting him get away. Me??? YOU!" which was ended by Bullseye kneeing Deadpool in the groin and giving chase, leaving deadpool laying on the ground for a moment, whimpering out "M...my gen...geni....gentleman bits... th...those take a long time to regrow too... damn you..."
Bullseye was already well on his way to his vette when Manfredi's black Sedan pulled out of the parking garage and began speeding along on its way to presumed safety. With a growl, Bullseye took off, giving chase to the Sedan, looking to end this mission without anymore catches. All was looking good until a familiar black van came barreling down the street, ramming into the back of Bullseye's procured auto. Then came the familiar voice, but odd battle cry of "HOLD ONTO YOUR LUGNUTS BALDY! IT'S TIME FOR AN OVERHAUL!!!" followed by another rear ending.
Bullseye glared over his shoulder as Deadpool continued trying to recreate America's favorite driving education film "Red Asphalt" by ramming his van into the smaller car. To make matters worse, now the boys in blue were giving chase. "Great, just what I need," muttered Bullseye before he finally jumped out of the driver's seat of the vette and onto the front of the van.
"Jumpin Jiminy Christmas On Thanksgiving Day. What big bugs they have in New York City!" Deadpool cut loose as he began swerving back and forth, trying to throw Bullseye from the Dead-Mobile. This was made more difficult as Bullseye had managed to drive his fist through the windshield to grab Deadpool by the throat, causing Deadpool to swerve, drive onto a sidewalk, take out two hot dog vending carts, and tear right through Central Park. "My windshield! You fucking broke my... Ow... choking me...."
Bullseye opted not to comeback with something witty as he applied more pressure while attempting to get INTO the van, which was accomplished by swinging his body around in order to drive his boots through the drivers side window and into Deadpool's jaw.
"Oo bro muh aw oo sumuhbith!"
"So I broke your jaw. Your point, not like it won't grow back you whiner."
"tha nuh uh poit"
"It is to the point, now shut up and let me drive."
"Oo nuh ribin muh deh-moeel, oo fuher!" Which was followed by Deadpool driving a fist into Bullseye's jaw and an attempt to regain control of the Dead-Mobile, which in retrospect was not the best of ideas as they were now careening out of control to the middle of the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Resevoir!
Another Gratuitous Author's Note: HA! Made ya think I was putting Spiderman in this huh! Well, I wanted Deadpool. So Nah. Anyway, on a more serious note.
To Raven Claw: Glad you liked it so far and hope I keep on Keepin on in a pleasing way.
To Lady Discord: WOOHOO! I GOTS A FAN!!!!! Heh heh. Seriously, I hope you like where I am going with this. I like to do things a little differently in every chapter just to keep things a bit spicy. Besides. Who doesn't love Deadpool and Bullseye tryin to kill each other while tryin to kill the same guy!
To Selena Blacke: Now when have I ever disappointed you? Wait... Don't answer that... I don't wanna know
So In the next Chapter: Will Deadpool regrow his finger, his jaw, and regain the use of his gentlemen parts? Even more important, will Deadpool and Bullseye get out of this mess alive??? And will Manfredi ever die! The world may never know... Well, yeah ya will.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bullseye, Daredevil, Justin Hammer, Silvio Manfredi, Foggy Nelson or anyone else in the Marvel Universe who may or may not come into my story unless they are characters of my own design. Last time I checked though, I do own my Bullseye underwear... even if I don't wear it all the time and I do call dibs on my story because hey, I gotta have dibs on something.
Chapter 3: The Hunt Begins
Bullseye's glare alternated between the dining hall to the watch adorning his wrist. He wanted no witnesses to this particular hit, as Manfredi was indeed a very high profile and loved, albeit sadistically cruel, member of New York society. His criminal activities were all masqueraded as genuine, legitimate businesses and to top things off with his goody goody persona, Manfredi contributed to many charities. It was indeed the perfect cover-up if ever there was one. Of course since Bullseye wanted no witnesses and Silvio Manfredi happened to be located in a dining hall, which was hosting a charity for... Well it didn't matter to Bullseye what it was for. The point was, he had to wait, and waiting was not something that Bullseye was particularly fond of doing. Waiting requires an amount of patience. Patience was a completely foreign concept to Bullseye as was other concepts such as a conscience, remorse, pity, and mercy.
To top things off, Bullseye had yet to see neither hide nor hair of any costumed freak in the vicinity. He was promised some fun on this hit and so far his only fun was trying to decide if he should use a playing card or toothpicks to take out his target. So far the box of toothpicks was winning out. He sat on the hood of his stolen Corvette, watching the festivities through a pair of binoculars when he noticed a black van parked near him turn on its headlights and drive out. Of course it was odd though that rather than turning into traffic, it began picking up speed and plowed over hedges and towards the main picture window of the hall. It was then that Bullseye heard gunfire and... Was that the Ride of the Valkyries????
Not liking where this was going, Bullseye jumped from his vehicle and sprinted across the four lanes of traffic to get into the now wide-open hole in the wall that used to be a picture window. What he saw sent shivers down his spine. A masked man was armed with a pair of pistols and a kitana, with one of these pistols currently aimed at Silvio's head.
"Now I know what your askin yourself Silvie-baby." The masked man began. "Your askin yourself did he fire off six shots or did he fire off five. You feelin lucky... pappy?"
Bullseye reacted quickly, hurling one of his toothpicks into the back of the masked man's hand. "I don't know who in the bloody hell you are," Bullseye said as he began walking towards his mark and his competition, "But he is mine."
The masked man turned, still looking at his hand as he pulled out the toothpick. "Well baldy, me thinks you be a wee bit confused. See this mark is mine. I found him first. I am being paid to knock him off and paid quite well, enough to keep me in pork chops, applesauce, and girly magazines for about a year and a half. So how about you take your toothpick tossin ass and get to stepping off of Deadpool's territory, k?"
To say Bullseye was not at all pleased would be like saying that Deadpool was a smart-ass: a rather pointless observation to make, but still something worthy of noting. Bullseye had heard of the so-called "Merc With A Mouth" through his career. Most of what he had heard was ridicule, but there was always this underlying theme of "Don't mess with him, he is crazy as a fox" This, along with the fact that he had to take out Manfredi himself drove Bullseye to do the unthinkable. "Look you motor mouthed moron, that is MY hit. Get in my way and you will a lot more than you stand to gain."
Deadpool seemed to contemplate his idea for all of about thirty-five seconds before he turned to Bullseye, with his gun still to Manfredi's head. "Ya know, As much as you flattered me, I think it was summed up best by Stone Cold Steve Austin when he said..." And Deadpool let Bullseye know that he was indeed number one... Which was answered by a whistling through the air and the offending digit falling to the floor.
"My finger!!! Owieowieowieowieowie That was my FAVORITE FINGER! Do you have ANY idea how long it takes to regrow a finger???"
Bullseye smirked as he brandished 5 more playing cards. "At least one sixth of the amount of time as it will take to regrow your hand?"
"Listen Bullhockey! I don't know how it is where you come from, but here in the good ol' U S of A, we do not cotton to no finger choppin off!" Deadpool turned, taking his attention away from Manfredi to confront Bullseye.
"Oh, and just what do you plan to do about it? Bleed on me?"
Manfredi wasted no time in getting out of there, his bodyguards were relatively quick to get him to safety, but not without being noticed as both Assassins looked towards him and exclaimed in unison "You Idiot, you are letting him get away. Me??? YOU!" which was ended by Bullseye kneeing Deadpool in the groin and giving chase, leaving deadpool laying on the ground for a moment, whimpering out "M...my gen...geni....gentleman bits... th...those take a long time to regrow too... damn you..."
Bullseye was already well on his way to his vette when Manfredi's black Sedan pulled out of the parking garage and began speeding along on its way to presumed safety. With a growl, Bullseye took off, giving chase to the Sedan, looking to end this mission without anymore catches. All was looking good until a familiar black van came barreling down the street, ramming into the back of Bullseye's procured auto. Then came the familiar voice, but odd battle cry of "HOLD ONTO YOUR LUGNUTS BALDY! IT'S TIME FOR AN OVERHAUL!!!" followed by another rear ending.
Bullseye glared over his shoulder as Deadpool continued trying to recreate America's favorite driving education film "Red Asphalt" by ramming his van into the smaller car. To make matters worse, now the boys in blue were giving chase. "Great, just what I need," muttered Bullseye before he finally jumped out of the driver's seat of the vette and onto the front of the van.
"Jumpin Jiminy Christmas On Thanksgiving Day. What big bugs they have in New York City!" Deadpool cut loose as he began swerving back and forth, trying to throw Bullseye from the Dead-Mobile. This was made more difficult as Bullseye had managed to drive his fist through the windshield to grab Deadpool by the throat, causing Deadpool to swerve, drive onto a sidewalk, take out two hot dog vending carts, and tear right through Central Park. "My windshield! You fucking broke my... Ow... choking me...."
Bullseye opted not to comeback with something witty as he applied more pressure while attempting to get INTO the van, which was accomplished by swinging his body around in order to drive his boots through the drivers side window and into Deadpool's jaw.
"Oo bro muh aw oo sumuhbith!"
"So I broke your jaw. Your point, not like it won't grow back you whiner."
"tha nuh uh poit"
"It is to the point, now shut up and let me drive."
"Oo nuh ribin muh deh-moeel, oo fuher!" Which was followed by Deadpool driving a fist into Bullseye's jaw and an attempt to regain control of the Dead-Mobile, which in retrospect was not the best of ideas as they were now careening out of control to the middle of the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Resevoir!
Another Gratuitous Author's Note: HA! Made ya think I was putting Spiderman in this huh! Well, I wanted Deadpool. So Nah. Anyway, on a more serious note.
To Raven Claw: Glad you liked it so far and hope I keep on Keepin on in a pleasing way.
To Lady Discord: WOOHOO! I GOTS A FAN!!!!! Heh heh. Seriously, I hope you like where I am going with this. I like to do things a little differently in every chapter just to keep things a bit spicy. Besides. Who doesn't love Deadpool and Bullseye tryin to kill each other while tryin to kill the same guy!
To Selena Blacke: Now when have I ever disappointed you? Wait... Don't answer that... I don't wanna know
So In the next Chapter: Will Deadpool regrow his finger, his jaw, and regain the use of his gentlemen parts? Even more important, will Deadpool and Bullseye get out of this mess alive??? And will Manfredi ever die! The world may never know... Well, yeah ya will.