KMC Forums - Bullseye vs V

New York, yesterday, DCU:

Exactly 17 hours ago, Bullseye had been hired to assassinate one the most powerful superheroes in the world, Doctor Strange. He had been given $70 billion in cash, and had been promised the “other half” once the job was done. Bullseye was not stupid, but his arrogance, fuelled by his perfect aim, made him occasionally make decisions he may later regret. He had been given all the information he needed on his target, and 48 hours to kill him.

At 1:00 am Bullseye had put on a pair of night-vision goggles and climbed to the 3rd floor of the New York hotel that Doctor Strange was staying in. He was carrying the money with him in a small rucksack. He the crept silently towards Strange’s room. He had six long, thin-bladed knives with no hand-guards, lowering the wind-resistance and making them more aerodynamic. He had made them himself. He drew one of the two knives from its sheath, picked the lock, and slipped inside the dark room. Strange was in bed, asleep. Bullseye raised the knife, thinking how easy it was to kill such a powerful superhero with just a knife. He threw the knife, but it bounced in midair, sending a light blue ripple through the air around the bed.

Then three things happened very fast: firstly, Bullseye realized that Strange had erected a force field around the bed, secondly he grabbed his knife from the floor, and thirdly, Doctor Strange woke up, sat bolt upright, eyes wide with shock and confusion, and, without thinking, waved his hand at Bullseye, who disappeared in a flash of bright light. Strange sat in bed, wondering why Bullseye had been in his room, and, less importantly, where he had just teleported him to…

London, the near future, a very different universe:

V was watching TV in the Shadow Gallery. He was growing angrier and angrier. He was watching the News, because today, just like the last two days, there was a report on a “new, masked terrorist, calling himself Bullseye”. He was described as having “perfect aim”, and had already, in just three days, killed twelve policemen and 3 civilians, including the one being reported on now, a teenage girl, found with a fork in her eye. V clenched his fists. The monster! The News reporter was saying “This is a terrible tragedy indeed, but, is this man in league with V? Let’s go to police lieutenant John Thompson to find out”. The screen then showed a young, clean shaven mans face, Lt Thompson, who spoke about how “both V and Bullseye used knives as their main weapons, and ware similar, dark outfits to strike fear into their victims”. That was enough. V switched off the TV, and walked to the mirror where he kept his mask, cape, and knives. He put on his mask, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was nothing like that man, that “Bullseye” psychopath. He had a plan, a motive, a reason, and he only killed when he had to. This madman was a true villain. He knew what had to be done. He could not afford anything going wrong now, not with just 6 months until his revolution, and this man posed both a threat to the people, and to Vs plan. He must not be seen as a murderer, he must be seen as a freedom fighter, and this man was both killing people, and making V seem like a villain to the people. He had to be stopped…

Bullseye was strolling down a dark London street, enjoying himself. He had just killed a policeman who had tried to tell him it was “past curfew”, but Bullseye had stuck a knife through his neck before he could finish his sentence. In this world without superheroes he could get away with anything, so he had spent the past 3 days killing and buying his way through The Big Smoke. Although he had heard of this “V” guy, some fool who thought he could start a revolution, but he didn’t seem like much of a threat.

Bullseye found it very difficult to find anything of much interest; there were no sports cars, cinemas, and very few prostitutes in this Fascist police state. So the only thing Bullseye could really do that he hadn’t been able to do in his home world, was kill, so he did, a lot and as nastily as possible. He had been able to get his hands on some other clothes, and was currently clad in a long black trench coat. He turned down the bin-filled back alley he had been using as base of operations for the past 3 days, and saw, stepping out of the shadows, a man, clad all in black, including a black hat, and a long, black cape, and wearing a mask with a big, stupid grin on it.

Almost immediately Bullseye grabbed a pen out of the nearest bin and threw it at the masked mans head, who ducked, so the pen pinned his hat to the wall behind him. The man slowly stood upright, turned to look at his hat, and sighed.

“Who the Hell are you supposed to be?” Bulleye sneered. This guy had good reflexes, but he shouldn’t be too much trouble, he didn’t even seem to be armed.

“Who? Who is not important. Who is an irrelevant label that the normal citizens of this city see as a necessity. What is important is what i am, and what I am – “

“Is boring?”

V stood silently observing the man in front of him. He was impatient, and probably foolish, but definitely skilled. He had taken off his long black coat, and was standing with his arms crossed grinning at V.

“And what I am is your comeuppance incarnate.” V said, darkly.

“Huh” said Bullseye, beginning to side-step, which V also did, so the two began circling each other. “Well, that sounds impressive, Mister-Posh-English-Private-School, but im here to have fun, and nobodies gonna stop me. Im enjoying being free”.

Suddenly, the two combatants unsheathed two of the six knives they had concealed about their persons. They looked at each other, eyes locked, both fully aware of their surroundings and the others intent.

“So be it.” Said V.

“So friggin be it!” Yelled Bullseye.

And they lunged at each other, beginning a fight that only one of them could walk away from.

Summary:

Bullseye with six knives vs V with six knives in a London alleyway that they are both familiar with, there are bins in the alleyway that have all manner of rubbish in them, such as cutlery, nails, pens, etc, that either combatant could use in this fight, they fight until death or incapacitation.

Who wins?