Day 5: Retribution
**Taskmaster **slipped the streets, ready to make up for the previous night. “Without **Nova **to stop me, it’s time I get to use this baby.” He rolled the arrow between his fingertips. Years of technology and research had gone into this thing; When struck, the target is injected with a chemical that knocked them out, causing temporary loss of memory upon waking up. The arrow itself would embed itself inside of the body during this time, slowing letting poison loose for 24 hours. In a day, the person was dead.
He heard some voices up ahead, and stepped sideways into a dark alley. The group passed by him without noticing.
“He’s got to get it tonight,” the voices said. “We’ve waited long enough. We’re getting vengance for **SoVi3t **and Fudd.” The voices trailed off. **Taskmaster **hesitated; should he approach them? He thought better of it. He still needed to prove himself.
And prove himself he was going to do. He moved down the street, and saw his target through a window. He smiled, notched the arrow, and drew the string backwards…
**Neesa **was getting ready for bed. She looked out the window, and smiled at the crescent moon. It had been a good 2 days, they had been making progress on the Capcom problem. 2 down in 2 days; she wondered if they could make it 3 days? She sighed.
She was completely oblivious to the eyes on her, watching her every move.
She heard a noise outside, it sounded like a bang. She startled, and ran for the door to see what it was. In that instant, her door was smashed in, knocking her to the floor. Nemesis stooped through the frame, entering her house. He smiled – or what appeared to be a smile on his grotesque face – as he picked her up one handed by the head. Winding up, he tossed her into a nearby wall, smashing her head, and rendering her unconscious. He snarled, and kicked her limp body as he left the scene.
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**Taskmaster **watched as **Bulldancer **was going over a notebook of information. He let loose his arrow, as it sailed clean through the window, broke the glass, and embedded right into **Bulldancer’s **shoulder. Taskmaster smiled.
“Good job, Target hit. Now we play the waiting game.”
It was in that instant, he noticed somebody else in the room with Bulldancer, a shadowy figure not that far from him. **Taskmaster **squinted; what was the person doing? Shit, he thought, were they there to save him? The shadowy figure approached Bulldancer, and tried shaking the unconscious body.
For a fleeting moment, **Taskmaster **thought that somebody was onto him.
It was the loud BANG that brought Taskmaster back to the present. The shadowy figure held the smoking gun not 2 feet from **Bulldancer’s **head, blood splattered all over his desk. The figure moved quickly from the scene, as Taskmaster noticed nearby neighbors starting to look out the window.
“Son of a bitch” sighed Taskmaster. “Can’t catch a break.”
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Bulldancer, send me your Last Gasp
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Alive:
Vynce
Oerba
Neesa
Ben Perkins
DaRabidDuckie
Exodus.
Redbeard
Doofenshmirtz
Cee Dizzy
RadicalFuzz
NickRocks
NinetiesArcade
Noodlehead
The Co-Jones
SSRagna
highlulu
WTF-AKUMA-HAX
FlyingWonkey