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A City to Save for One, A Giant Playground for the Other (Sierra 117 and Blissy)

The experience of turning his own thoughts against him was reaching more of a point of interest then she had originally thought it to be. All he could think about was beating her down and taking her in because she was a threat but even still she knew he was hesitate into what sort of attributes he may be adding to his oh so perfect persona on this night. She wondered just how far she could push him, knowing their would be a bit of a physical price to pay by getting smacked around a bit but that was beyond the prize of her ultimate goal in the equation. He seemed eager to follow up with his first attack, only pushing to throw some mediocre defensive statement at her that she knew was only half the truth. He said he took pride in protecting his family but he totally just disregarded everything else he really stood for in the process and that got her very interested in just how foolishly he was becoming.

Collecting herself from the state of the blow was a bit of work but she managed to do it, having been through a hell of a lot worse of the recent terms of becoming this new self of hers. He hadn't quite clued into the fact that she loved the attention he was giving her, even if it came with a side of painful after effects. She was both a masochist and a sadist without a doubt but one who preferred to use those traits as a sort of weapon to either attack others or protect herself in the event that she didn't have guns or knives to protect herself with. There he went, trying to hammer away a shield of self defense that was so strong he hadn't even realized it was more moral then anything else like the same sort of moralities that made him want to protect good people, wherever he wanted to help protect people she'd just naturally want to destroy them because she knew it made him snap on the inside and become a bit more like her every time she did it.

With a soft giggle of approval she'd stand ready for him to take a second blow, this time he moved in on her before she'd really have time to poison him further with her choice of words. He came at her like living lightning, dashing forward and swinging his stick for a second witty blow, only this time she'd turn on the point of her heel in such an nimble and atheltic way that he'd only find himself swinging at the air in front of him as she'd ram the edge of her platformed heel into his crotch.

"You should know better then to forget just how much I absolutely loveeee the cheap shotss.. Hehe! Now pipe down will yeah? Okayy?"

Despite countering his blow she hardly seemed like she was trying to kill him, instead only piss him off a bit further and make a bit of a fool out of him since she wasn't quite done pointing out all the personal flaws he had pratically laid down on the table for her to chew on.

"You just said you'd give anythingggg to protect your family.. Even the so called good people of this cityyy? Welll I guess your not really the hero I expected you to be afterall huhhh? Did you enjoy hearing me slaughter those pigss..? Can you smell their charred corpses glinishing through the city streets like fresh cooked meattt? After all, they aren't your family.. Not yet anywayyy.. hehe!"

He was playing a very nasty game, but morality hardly seemed like something she understood, her goal to reach a bigger picture only so tested by her lack of rules.
 
He knew that getting worked up about his family was a bad idea. This wasn't for them, he didn't do this for them. They already had a great life thanks to him, the money from his company giving them a great house on the right side of town, meaning they would never have to work again. His mother had always made sure he had everything he needed and now she would have everything he wanted. His sisters and his Mom had given him everything and he planned to do the same for them, they had made him into what he was now. And there was no way he would let anyone hurt them, ever. The people of this city were important, just as important as his family. And he knew that if his family were captured and he had to choose between them and the city, he would choose the city every time. And that was something that has always shook Sean. He was willing to give absolutely everything to this city in the hopes they would do the same for themselves.

He was surprised she was so calm as he moved towards her, not moving in a straight line. Normally the villain would be panicking at this stage, trying to figure out how to counter what was coming as he was so fast. But she just stood there, a grin on her face, the same smirk she had the entire time he had been against her. And that annoyed him, it annoyed him so much he was a little looser with the swing of the rod than he would of normally been. Even so, a little less elbow and wrist action wouldn't have mattered against most people. This girl wasn't like most people though. He watched her spin on her heel, completely avoiding the strike before he felt her foot making a clean hit with his privates. His eyes widened a little in shock as he felt the pain rush up his body. He collapsed onto his knees again, one hand going straight to his groin as he coughed, his groin throbbing as it tried to deal with the pain.

He looked up at her, a painful grimace flashed on his LED mouth, as she gloated about the cheap shot. It was quite a cheap shot, that he had to admit. But he was used to cheap shots, mutliple people against him at once. Although he had never once been kicked in the balls. That was a new cheap shot, even for him. He coughed more as she told him to pipe down before almost spinning around him, enjoying the predicament he was in. As she gloated about he cared more about his family than anything else he let himself calm down, allowing his body to try and heal itself, still on his knees in front of her. He looked up at her, smelling the charred skin of the men and women who had been burnt, not smelling at all like bacon as she had suggested.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, looking up at her now. "And I don't mean just stealing the stuff in Jameson Corporation's or killing the cops. I mean why are you so concerned in making me see how you see? It's not going to happen!" he spat, his confidence coming back quickly now "Whatever you do you won't win. I'm not going to be one of your pawns that will conform, nor will I put my family before the millions of people inside of this city. I will fight for them until my body finally fails me and I'm killed. It's what I believe in" he said, moving one of his knees so he know had a foot on the ground, still on one knee "But what do you have? Some henchmen who only want to see this city burn, some ideal that is obviously delusional. You have nothing and they" he said, extending his arms as if to signify the city "they have everything. No matter what you do someone will bring you down" He was defiant now. He knew that even if she did kill him she would have no way of corrupting these people.
 
It was curious to assume what sort of thoughts she had forced into his head, after bringing his family into the picture. Most people weren't as immoral as to go that far, or to even fact the disgusting ideology of one murder victim in the swapping of places of a potential other. She really was not kidding though, like most would hope she probably was. When it came down to it, she was all about making people realize just how far she was willing to go to get her message across and well understood as well. This wasn't just a game she wasn't going to throw out the window and try again if she screwed up, it had honestly become an entire part of her that that she simply couldn't live without. The most interesting thing about chaos that came with her character was how it had come to form, through the presence of a once very normal girl with a life most people would often dream of on the surface. In many ways she was alike him and in others not at all. Unlike him she had come from a family that did her zero justice, possibly even being the source of her obsession with the practice of the term "anarchy" which had become her new family. In other ways it wasn't just her family, but the terms of the city itself as well which had an equal share in the accountability for making her what she was today.What the hero had considered was that maybe with his forth coming to become the cities hero he had generate quite a dreadful account of collateral damage in the process and she was simply a part of that, that he hadn't quite realized yet.

Regardless of the truth behind her own origin it was very much besides the point of everything she was doing, as her desire to committee to herself and take responsibility for her own activities had totally replaced the significance of who she might have once been. There were problems in this city, so many problems that all seemed to source back to one particular place, the hero himself and he simply hadn't realized that yet. While he was parading around, breaking bones and stopping common criminals he was also creating more in the process and adding to the bulk of the problem through his own so called good deeds after all. Unlike some of the others he may have met in his time of crusading, she was simply not the sort to find herself obsessed with the gain of her actions but rather the actions themselves. Nothing did it better for her then to see what made people squirm and wiggle about in that their own ego's as she truly tested just how save people felt at the end of the day, with a hero parading around on their city streets. The message hadn't exactly been directed in such a way to invoke fear in others, as it had been to send the solid impression across that alike him, she wouldn't be stopped for anything because that's exactly what she wanted to give everyone in exchange, the ability to have everything and lose nothing in the process.

She'd watch him fall to the ground after she'd lay off another cheap shot on him that was very much uncalled for, but when he was so swift to resort to senseless violence she had no other choice. She could have come here doing the same thing, totting her usual inventory of two military grade sub machine guns and simply hid them away in her pom pom's until he decided to get stupid with her, but she wasn't after that yet, not until she better got to know who was really worth killing and who wasn't. He had done such a good job of preaching to her where she should aim to hurt him now, seeing only now after this engagement that it would be better to play her load of lovely destruction off on everyone else around him and simply keep him alive to watch until he cracked like an egg.

"Why am Iiii? Doing thiss? Hehe, I have no clue as to what you even meann? All im doing is providing those with what they want, while all you do is try to take it awayyy? Yeah? You see what you donnn't realize is, all the good boys and girls who stand aside me are getting just thatt.. Just like you in fact.. Hehe seems like that's where our problem comes from hmm?"

She'd remark back to him, feeling the very words crawl out from her lips. He had just made a very good point for himself to consider. Where he thought her aim was to destroy everything he hadn't exactly realized how very alike the two of them were, both aimming to reach for something that wasn't easily obtained and would form causalities in the process. Though the two were very alike, for her it came down to more about who would get their first and truly have what they had always wanted.
 
He couldn't help but think about the first time he had donned the suit he wore as she continued to taunt him. It had been about 6 weeks since he had first went out fighting crime. At this stage the police were onto it and were looking for any leads. He knew that if he was caught he could be arrested and if he was seen he would be in trouble. He had just been wearing a ski mask up until that point, very easy to take off. He had been designing a bullet-proof suit for police officers but decided that he could use it himself. So he had painted it gold with red stripes and he had worn it to go out and fight crime that night. The criminals had no idea that he and the vigilante before were the same thing. They had no idea that this man, who could withstand shots from guns with ease and had tools that could take them down, was the same one who attacked their friends.

He had planned to stop crime completely but it hadn't turned out that way. True, serious crimes were down but there had actually been an increase of criminals since he had become The Bridger, mainly because there was a huge bounty on his head from the leaders of gangs and mobs who were in hiding due to how he had hunted them. Crime was down but the amount of criminals was up. He didn't care about that though, he knew what he was doing was worth it. Each time a criminal popped up they were put straight into jail. Another prison had been opened, more jobs created, more money made for the economy due to visitors spending money at the prison or near it. And, in his eyes, if some good came of it all then that was for the better.

He laughed as she said he was trying to take things from people. He knew she wasn't just speaking of the criminals. He stood, his body just supporting him now, his legs like jelly still from the impact of the kick to his crotch but his torso was shaking from the laugh that shook his whole body. He looked at her and grinned at her
"So killing cops, taking fathers, mothers and partners from their families is how you try and give people what they want? By causing chaos, and mayhem? People should be free!" he hissed, growing a lot more confident now "You preach about wanting to give people what they want but you aren't! YOU ARE TAKING FROM THEM!" he yelled, looking her down now, raising his stick with great effort now, not willing to give up.

His thoughts as he stood there were of his family, his mother and sisters, people he had been friends with, a wife and children he had never had, hazy in the background. Sun on the hill where he had sat and spent countless hours with the girl he had first loved, the girl who had been raped and murdered. The reason he had started this in the first place. It was fitting that this was how it would end, against a woman who reminded him of her. A person who could smirk no matter what she was up against, who would tease him. His hand tingled, memories of her hand in his, the joy filling him up, making the pain nothing now. He looked at her, resignation never crossing his face even as it clung to his mind.
"Let's finish this, I'm sick of talking. I'm not going to let you question what I am doing or soil the memories of the people you have killed any longer"
 
No matter how she seemed to phrase it, he just choose not to hear it. Maybe it was simply because they saw the their line of work from completely opposite sides of the spectrum but what he didn't get was that morals aside she was helping someone at the end of the day and even in the event that those she had worked so hard to benefit didn't get what she feel they deserved then at least she would. She was selfish, there was absolutely no question about that. She'd always put those good boys and girls she talked so highly about before herself in the event that a situation turn for the worst and ultimately it was a form of cowardice in reality, but in her sick little twisted mind if she had let people like this good hero do her in, then who would be there to continue to convey her message and make that actual changed she could only dream of now a very real chaotic reality in the future? This city was full of scum and low lives, people that stole or killed for material gain or possession but they didn't get that what she did wasn't about material worth or even gain for that matter. The numbers of people she had killed and would continue to kill were only background values in the general factor of her real goal. Unlike him she didn't pride herself on good morals or the greater good of everyone who was definitely not fitting of deserving such titles, but instead a select view that she deemed above all to be superior then the rest of the collateral damage that would come with the result of the rest of the city.

Still he stood against her and still he found the strength to try and stand up, weakly pulling himself to a stance that paid her minimal address. There he was, practically on his knees trying to get his ethical roar of good manner across to a person who was so tone deaf in the form of ethical messages that instead all she heard was another good reason to torture him a bit further until she'd finally get to hear what she wanted too. What he didn't know was she was angry but she had such a dysfunctional way of showing it that instead of flushing any obvious signs of frustration or aggressive behaviour she'd only smile cheerfully back at him, as the pain of her illusive psychotic smile would simply stain the very memory of those who took it upon themselves to ever go as to cross her. He was no different then the crooks she had put into order, having taken a number of the old criminal figures out of the picture long before the Brigadier got the chance to put them behind bars. With her there was no second chances, you were either with the program or simply scrap that helped it do it's inevitability job of mucking up the place. This hero was lucky she took such favour to him and didn't deem him so worthy as fuel for the grinder, instead much preferring to keep him around for as long as she could and really force him into eventually becoming apart of the greater problem that he worked so hard to prevent.

Finally hearing him roar aloud to her in a bold display of all his aggression, she'd only find herself tilting her head to the side as she'd cease in her wander about him and bend her face down inches away from his own. Her emerald green eyes reflecting the very flames of destruction that seemed to circle them as if they were a frame on some form of desolate canvas, as the two of them made up the dreadful art within the picture.

"Exactlyyy.. You finally seee? Nobodies gonna get anything from simply sitting around and waiting for it to happen.. I mean just look at this placee.. it could use a real hero to save it don't you thinkkkk? Well that's just what im gonna do, give this city the hero they've always wanted.. Ha!"

The tone of her voice would crawl from a menacing whisper to a delightful cheer of wonder as she'd reach the end of her sentence. Before he could find it in himself to take another brutal swing at her, she'd leap onto him in a sharp uncalled for motion, as her legs would wrap around his waist and she'd straddle him as if he were a giant teddy bear.

"Oh no noo.. I don't think so mister hero, you've done your share of beating up on innocent little girls for the evening I think.. How about me and you just kiss and make up hmmmmm?"

She'd whisper her statement into his ear like a snake would a hiss, as slowly her face would crawl down to his own as she'd reach for his lips with her own.

"Just think of all the madness the two of us could cause together? Fighting like this foreverrr and everrrr..."
 
Sean looked at her as she leaned down, her faces inches from his own as she told him this city needed a hero. Didn't she understand that the city already had one. He was it. He didn't do it for the glory, or the need to feel good. He did it because he felt an inherent need to help people, to create a better city for everyone that lived in it, to reduce the gap between the rich and poor and to make sure innocent people could go about their daily lives without feeling threatened or living in fear. She didn't understand that and if she thought she could be the hero by doing all of this, hurting innocent lives, destroying families and businesses. A city built around fear wasn't a city at all. It was a dictatorship. People wouldn't be free, they would be under terror and eventually they would rebel, how couldn't she see that.
"No, they don't need a hero like you. If people live in terror they aren't truly free and eventually they will rise up and overthrow you and then the city will be thrown into anarchy, we can't do that!"

He tried to get back up and get to her before he could do anything else but then he felt her jump up on him, groaning as he felt her strong thighs wrapping around his waist, straddling him as she did so. He knew he had little strength left and that he wouldn't be able to separate himself from her. He was surprised as she told him he wouldn't be beating up on little girls anymore. He didn't think she was a little or a girl. She reminded him so much of the girl he had lost all that time ago, the one person he had cared about, the person who had started all of this for him. He looked at her in shock as she slipped down on him telling him that they should kiss and make up. He had never faced anyone like her, and she was so similar. She even smelt the same as that girl from years ago. He looked at her and smiled
"This is going to continue, you haven't beaten me yet. But I can't shake this feeling about you. I can't shake someone else is there" he said, pressing a button on his suit, his LED mouth parting slightly, revealing his mouth.

He looked into her eyes, seeing the burning light flickering in them, his denim blue eyes absolutely mesmerised by them. He looked at her, he knew he shouldn't kiss her, he knew this might just all be a plot. But there was something there, something he had to find out about. He leaned in, kissing her lips hungrily as he did, her still wrapped around him as he did.
 
Their engagement had taken a turn for the rather unseen. Not any longer then moments ago she had this hero on the verge of aggression with the idea that he wouldn't her out do him tonight, not after the horror she had demonstrated on those who were far from deserving of the result. It had seemed as if the two of them had originally come here with the intention of doing each other out and leaving the city both heroless and villianless for the time being, but something so much more interesting had seemed to intervene in the midst of that whole outcome. No longer was she desiring to kill as the simple thought of the idea made her feel somewhat saddened. He was worth so much more to her alive then he was dead and only after coiling herself around him had she fully seen that now. She wanted to embrace him, let him into her sick and twisted conundrum of a mind and watch him get lost within the macabre of what it meant to try and understand her. He was a fool to think he had any chance with her, even if she seemed so fragile in her presentation of the soapy feelings.

To her it wasn't a kiss of affection but rather one of subjection. Her desire to control him, manipulate his thoughts and actions clouding over her conditional feelings of vendetta that he had so easily caused her with the easy removal of large fraction of her muscle. Though despite her persona seeming so crippled with delighted there actually was mostly true euphoria. Her pride in what she did was without question, she was a cold killer with no remorse for the things she did because they did actually impact the pleasantry of her mood. As was her engagement with the hero now, the idea of letting his lips sink into her own as they'd defy the rules of good and evil over the idea that they felt slightly confused and curious of one another. No matter what he said, it only made so much sense to her in the way she choose to see it but she was beginning to desire a feeling that couldn't so easily be achieved by word. They could stand here and bark at each other all day and get no where with their goals, or they could both take a subtle break from their verbal and physical deputes and indulge themselves in more elaborate means of conflict.

As the mouth piece of his mask opened she found herself lost in the feeling of his lips, as the two of them would share a moment that seemed to be utterly blasphemous. It didn't last for long but the impression the gesture had made would sit in the corner of her mind for as long as she'd live. It took her only a moment to realize what she was doing, as the feeling of the kiss had truly seemed to sneak up on her in a way she had originally expected it to. Without a word she'd break from her straddle around him and catch herself in a stand at her feet. Her back turned to him now as her eyes would only curiously pry around the wonderful symphony of destruction she had created around them. It was tricky on what to decide to do next, since she had wanted his impression of just how inviting she could be to linger on his mind forever, but she also didn't want him to come crawling over to her so easily as well. With a cute whistle sound slipping from her lips she'd quickly twirl around on her heel and give him one last kick in the gut before giggling and making her way off.

"Oh no, don't you think just because I liked that, that were friends now.. Heheee.. You see you do get it, you do know whyyyy this city needs a hero like me.. To keep the big bad guyssss like you from going soft like to eeeasillly.."

She was playing a game with him but he hadn't even realized it yet.
 
He had not expected this, not for one minute. The moment he had first seen her he had just put her down as another bad person, wanting to make a quick buck. But now, now he knew differently. She was actually quite similar to him, but in a very sick and deranged way. She wanted to make this city better, but she also wanted to see it burn to do that. That was something he could not accept. He was going to not only save this city from itself, he was going to save it from her. Sean had never met anyone like her. Not only was she a match for him in a physical sense, but she was the anti-thesis of what he was. She had the same idea but a completely warped view on how to do it. He would have to destroy her at some point, that was a point he accepted. She couldn't be allowed to ruin this city and everything he had ever done to fix it. But there was just something about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. She was so like the girl he had known before, it was almost weird.

As they kissed, the taste of her lips giving him a pleasure he had not felt in a while, the whole scenario seeming so wrong yet feeling so right, the image of it and the way she kissed him leaving a picture in his mind that would be there forever, he realised something. They were going to kill each other in the end. He knew that he couldn't beat her without sacrificing himself and he had a feeling she knew the same thing. And that was fine, but he would have to see her full plan before they had their final confrontation. For now, he let his mind relax and enjoy the kiss. It felt like it went on for an eternity but once she jumped off of him, allowing him to breath again it felt like it had only been less than a second. He wanted more, but he had to be wise about it. He took a deep breath again only for her to kick him in the gut, winding him again. He feel to his knees again, gasping for air as she ran, telling him that they weren't friends. He watched the darkness swallow her for the second time and cursed out loud before finally clicking the face mask back on, feeling the blackness of his mind reaching out, engulfing him as the exhaustion took over. He collapsed in a heap on the ground, blacking out.

He awoke a few minutes later, the sound of chatter from people and radios filling the air, the familiar voice of Harrison barking orders as he felt a few pairs of hands on him. He slowly raised his arm, slapping the hands away from his body before sitting up gingerly. He looked at Harrison who was making his way over.
"What the fuck happened here? You lost" Harrison barked at him as Sean got to his feet slowly. His LED lights flashed into a face that had Harrison backing off
"You don't get to give out to me!" He yelled, looking at him as he did "I did my fucking best. You're not the only one pissed off with what happened her. She got away, I passed out. Nothing more to tell" he said, grabbing his hooverboard "Now, if you excuse me I have to get home and rest. I'm in agony" with that he got on his hooverboard and zoomed away, leaving the police officers behind him. He felt like shit, both physically and emotionally. He would find her again though, and find out exactly what she was up to. He promised himself that.
 
Their confrontation had been anything but subtle, as she had intended it to be. In fact she very much hoped that they'd never have a confrontation where he wouldn't have to witness her involved in the midst of some atrocity since she had a certain name to keep and press on a message to him and the good and bad people of this shiny little city. Even in the midst of her weakness she seemed strong, so strong that even her weaknesses seemed questionable. There was no simple way of analysing this girl since her methods of approach seemed so cunning in exposure. It was like every little thing she did had found a reason, even if she hadn't intended it to be the bulk of her plan from the very beginning. The girl was a conundrum to not only the hero but herself as well in many ways as the idea of her even weighing her own potential seemed to scare in a way that no hero ever could..

Now she'd return to a life of pitiful existence, one where she spent countless hours nagging on herself through a number of clever different ways that she hadn't even realized had become anything but reasonable. That certain flare of low living outcome had strangely done a number of her fancy as she could only faintly recall ever once living in the content of a rather enormous over pricey home with every little thing every sane person could probably ask for. Now that feel of value swarmed in the ridiculous overvalue of material things had been replace by the constant nag of poor living and instability and things seemed to finally be fitting into their proper place for her. No one had figured her out yet, which could also be said about how she preferred to operate, through the guise of a total nobody simply crawling their way through life and remaining undetected by the radar and what better place to do that sort of thing from a cheap bar in the heart of the down-town core that nobody ever went too.

Simply walking through the door had replaced the thought of kissing her current arch nemesis into a place of lesser importance as she'd consider what state she had been in when she had first arrived here, sobbing and soaked in her tears as the drench of rainfall had intoxicated her clothing. Every single time she walked through this door, whether it be the front or the side she'd always consider what she had been and why she had regretted living such a life to that very day. Though the pleasantries were often challenged by other thoughts, one's relating to the remembrance of who she may have once been, as the idea of arguing with herself for hours in the mirror seemed to invade her mind as they often did. The episodes had become lesser in value, her ability to cope with her new self seeming to remain predominate when she felt anything but human. However there was that odd sense of agony each and every time she took a blow from another that served to remind her just how human she really was but unlike most, it didn't make her doubt her fabled sense of villainous immortality. In all honesty she was so much more complicated then that, always worrying about the ones that wouldn't subject themselves to her violent calamity and would bring themselves down to her ill-rational level..

Pressing her way through the side door of her place of residence was easy, as she'd enter without much more then the sound of her heavy platform boot ramming into the side door. Sometimes she envisioned herself kicking somebody she didn't like in the face whenever took this way in, but tonight she could only think of kicking herself for doing what she had done that seemed very much unlike her. She'd snicker a bit in tasteless disregard for what she thought of tonight as she'd walk through the small upstairs hallway without a sound. Things had been rather quiet around the bar lately since a certain somebody had roped in a good half of her boys in girls that were often out doing dirty work for her at this hour, but the awkward silence of the place seemed to do her justice in other more forgotten ways..
 
He didn't know what to think as he rode through the empty streets on his hoover-board, the cold air slipping through the special mesh on his suit, stinging all the areas where she had hit him. There was something comforting about pain to him though. It meant he was still alive. Even though he would lay down his life for this city he enjoyed being alive. There was something comforting about cold wind, rain or hot rays lashing down upon his skin, suit or costume, something he knew he would miss once the icy grip of death finally took him. But in his heart he wanted to live.

And that kiss...that kiss had made him want to live even more. He wanted more..and he didn't know why. He had battled female criminals before (although none as agile, strong and smart as her) but he had never felt this way about them. He just thought of them as scum that he needed to clean off the street and put behind bars. He felt the same way about her and yet...and yet Sean wanted something more from her too. He wanted...no. He shook his head as he neared his penthouse and frowned. He didn't want anything from her. She had taken fathers and mothers away from their families, their friends. She had murdered innocent people, cops, his employees. She had tried to kill him. Was she toying with him? He had no idea. But he knew he had to face her again and this time he would be ready. He would make sure that this time she would be beaten and she would be the one behind bars.

He stopped in the alley beside his apartment and got out of his gear before backing it into his bag. He walked in and said hi to the secuirty man, walking quite gingerly as he did. He got up to his apartment and filled his bathtub with cold water and applied lots of ice before stripping down to nothing at all. He looked at his body and it was not a pretty site. There were large bruises already forming almost all over him, his testicles were red from where she had connected and he thought he may have a cracked rib. No matter, he thought to himself, as he placed himself in the ice bath, feeling the cold seeping into his pores. It felt good, and it eased the throbbing pain that shook his whole body. After a few moments he got out and dried himself before switching on the news.

There was a story about the attack and footage of him fighting the woman. Not much, but a little bit from CCTV. He then hatched a plan. She wanted him, she had called him out. So it was time for him to do the same. He picked up his phone and called Harrison "I want a press conference for 3:30 tomorrow. Make sure it is in a place where there aren't many civilians and have any policemen there armed and geared up for a fight. If she shows up she is mine". He hung up before the Chief could protest and smiled. The news reporter held her ear and then reported that the Bridger had called for a press conference at 3:30 the next day at an abandoned industrial estate. He smiled and got up, the pain slowly coming back and got his equipment ready. He was going to win tomorrow, no matter what.
 
Things hadn't exactly been looking up lately what with the Briadger really getting not only to her business, but her head as well. Truth be told that was only another one of her concerns to factor among more recent ones that had arose later that night. What could be better then having an arch nemesis when it came to the criminal underworld, other then potentially having a few more within that same world that she had only just heard about. After returning to her headquarters during the night prior, she had overheard some things in the bar that were anything far from welcoming to her. Apparently a few wise cracks in her group were mendling up a plot to undermine her, or so a few others whispered to others and thought she didn't over hear it. Of course no one in this place would have the balls to approach her about it, probably over fear of losing something in the process of her hearing the news, because everyone who had heard of her knew she had a certain habit of causing the worst kinds of unsuspecting collateral damage.

No doubt she was a total wild-trigger, even amongst her own allies and so called "friends". Honestly nobody in this room meant a damn to her and the new lot of recruits would probably barely make it through the week before they either wind up dead or running for the hills because of her or something she made them do that they just didn't quite have the stomach for. Either way she expected a certain tolerance amongst members of her group, even if they were only what she considered "temporary family". The fact that nobody had said anything to her had drove her absolutely mad knowing that not a single person in this new group of boys and girls had the courage to step up to the plate. Naturally the idea of the whole thing made her doubt her groups credibility, as she'd wonder just what the lot of these goons thought her whole little charade was all about. No doubt thinking about the whole thing brought her back to one certain character, "The Brigadier" and how he had managed to sabotage her original group of trusted employees and friends on the first night they met. Part of her missed their loyalty, their emotion and even their company and now all she had was a handful of new potential assets she had zero desire to consider whatsoever.

The day had seemed to slip away relatively quickly and maybe that was because she rarely ever did anything productive during it, other then throw stupid darts at an equally stupid fancy dart board. She'd sit across the room, dressed as she always was amongst the company of her assets, as she'd throw one dart and then another toward the board aiming for the centre, despite not a single dart seeming to find it's landing place anywhere near it. How many times had she done this and still missed the middle? What was she missing, had she overlooked something? Her ability to be able to hit the board where she intented it too was almost scarily metaphoric for her whole involvement in this silly little charade she called "revolution", but she'd never realize it, not without the right help anyway. No matter how many times she'd miss while the distant clatter of nonsense amongst her peers and poor quality radio blared in the background, she'd still continue to aim for the middle. The only pause in the whole activity would come from the realization that she was entirely out of darts to throw. She didn't like that, it bothered her a weird sort of way that she didn't quite understand but of course she was clearly not the type to go pick them up herself and try again.

"Heyyy.... Youuu.. Whats your nameee again? Pick thoseee up will youu?"

She'd call out to one of the silent new faces who had just walked in through the bar front doors.

The freshmen would only pause for a moment to slowly turn on his heels to address his superior, with only a slight obvious stutter in his stature. Already she could tell this one wouldn't last a day, but at least he'd be good for picking up darts right? The dreadful thought of just how terribly unfortunate this ones demise might be would only linger on her mind for several moments before she'd slowly be given back each dart.

"Thankkk youuu.. Now shooo!"

She'd command to the boy before attempting to hit the centre of the board for the millionth time. Oh this would be the one, she knew it was coming! She'd hit the board exactly where she wanted it and-

"Bliss!"

A voice called out to her as one of her more elderly subjects came running into the room parading up into the subtle ambience, that seemed oddly misplaced for a place like this on that particular night or any for that matter. With no more then a tilt of her head and sharp abrupt pause in the throwing action of the dart she'd throw her attention across the room and throw the dart anyway, only to hear the sound of smashing glass ring about in the distance.

"You see whats on the news boss?"

He'd state aloud, as if she had missed something important on her oh so favourite channel. Normally she'd watch the news day and night if she had nothing better to do, as terrible thoughts of how she could get her breaking spotlight on live television would tickle away at the back of her little twisted mind.

"Nooooo.."

Her own voice would ring back in a playfully clueless tone.

"Brigadier is gonna be at a press conference.. Said something about you being caught on live television beating his ass up?"

He'd reply back to her.

In that moment as the entire room seemed to shut down into a an awkward silence as so many thoughts seemed to run on through that devious little mind of hers. Part of her wanted to know more about what the hell this punk was talking about, but another part of her actually had a hunch that the one telling her this was the front man in the whole mutiny operation within her group. With a gentle swing of her legs up and off the couch she'd slowly walk over to "Freak", who was the one who had told her this, with a certain predatory advance with each nearing step. She'd only stop a few inchs from him and tilt her head to the side. If her speculation was right then she may very well be able to hit two birds with one stone later tonight.

"Oh reallyyy.. Did I look goodddd? Hehehe.. I hope soo! Anyway if heee wants a round twooo, then heee will certainly get oneee.. You and, you fourrr.. Weee got a dateee with a certain super-herooo tonight."
 
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