I don't speak, too angry for words. Whatever taunts fall from Bullseye's lips land on deaf ears. He could've killed my family -- and for what? A grudge spun wildly out of control? He followed me across the planet just to murder the ones I love. I've let him live in the past, but now-- Now I have no mercy.
There's no playing coy. I rush right at him, opening myself up to an attack he doesn't get a chance to launch. His back hits the railing of the balcony and the wood splinters as it gives away, sending us tumbling, tumbling, tumbling--
Skrrrch.
A passing car breaks his fall, and he breaks mine as we careen off its roof and into the cobblestone street. People scatter, my awareness focused down to a single, wet point . My bare hands wrap around his neck, and there's no grace to it, no artistry -- only pure, cold rage. He claws at my wrists, struggling to find purchase, writhing under me to throw me off, but I bear down on him, pressing down on his windpipe with my forearm as I deliver blow after blow after blow. His face turns to hamburger under my knuckles, a sick laugh and cruel words slithering out.
"You won't-- Kck-- Kill me.."
My fist stills for a long moment. My blood is hot in my ears, breath moving harsh in my lungs. I give his last words their due consideration and grind out two of my own.
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Date: 2013-05-16 07:35 pm (UTC)There's no playing coy. I rush right at him, opening myself up to an attack he doesn't get a chance to launch. His back hits the railing of the balcony and the wood splinters as it gives away, sending us tumbling, tumbling, tumbling--
Skrrrch.
A passing car breaks his fall, and he breaks mine as we careen off its roof and into the cobblestone street. People scatter, my awareness focused down to a single, wet point . My bare hands wrap around his neck, and there's no grace to it, no artistry -- only pure, cold rage. He claws at my wrists, struggling to find purchase, writhing under me to throw me off, but I bear down on him, pressing down on his windpipe with my forearm as I deliver blow after blow after blow. His face turns to hamburger under my knuckles, a sick laugh and cruel words slithering out.
"You won't-- Kck-- Kill me.."
My fist stills for a long moment. My blood is hot in my ears, breath moving harsh in my lungs. I give his last words their due consideration and grind out two of my own.
"Try me."
Then the city disappears.