Lady-Bullseye: American Quickening

A Story by Abishai100

Office-man of the Earth (American) city recounts his dream-darkness 'misadventure' write of a flying-villainess (Lady Bullseye) for a time-capsule secret of things know-no.

Injecting another (comics media) piece (about Marvel's Lady Bullseye) in-between my Mysterio trilogy. Happy '26, all

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fanfiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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"I beheld the vision of the urban villainess known as Lady-Bullseye while walking home from my American Homeland city-office of NFL market/organization things one Winter day on Earth and had to endure a more deep/complex challenge of the mind because I had seen her visage. This villainess had become a pure hellraiser for city-worries of darkness and terrorism and simple anarchy and demanded to hand me a dream-sleep 'omen' vision after I spotted her soaring across an alley on webs, thinking I wanted her photogenic-photo for Selfie-gossip (damn)."

LADY-BULLSEYE ('LB'): Are you affiliated with policemen, fool?
ME: I'm a football office-man, Lady Bullseye (ok).

LB: Well, you spotted me in daylight swinging on webs, fool.

ME: I didn't take your photo, lady!

LB: Does not matter to me, for my mission of Hell, fool.

ME: What do you want (with me)?

LB: I swear (here) you shall have dream-sleep vision of my personage, fool.

ME: For what, Lady Bullseye?

LB: For adaptation for a sportsmanship-weighted cyber-story you must write.

ME: About us?
LB: About you, fool (don't fail).

STORY_EXCERPT: "As I walked in the Winter morning and saw Lady Bullseye swinging on a web between city-buildings, I knew she'd have some (dark?) message for me, and I was right when in dream-sleep I saw her visiting me as a 'specter' of Hell and took me on a journey into her underground labyrinth, beneath the sewer-tunnels of my Western-city, where I 'greeted' her axe-wielding bodyguard who wore a gas-mask and informed me he had been her lover and knew of her 'courtship of mischief' with a (married!) policeman whom she intended to bloody-murder for a city-superstition gossip-knit I had to write (for the Ego, Facebook-like)."

LB: What did you write?
ME: Take a look (on my iPhone-web page), Lady Bullseye.

LB: Give me moment, fool.

ME: Take all your time, lady (ok).

LB: Hmmm....ok...well, ok...yes, it speaks to my 'agenda' for darkness (ok).

ME: Am I free of debt, Lady Bullseye (forever)?

LB: Yes, you are, prince fool (ha).

ME: What's this dream-vision (write) signify (to you), Lady Bullseye?

LB: The axe-bodyguard/lover who speaks of my lust-sins is a deity, fool.

ME: What's your message to use me as your diplomacy-writer (in-secret) here?

LB: You can guess, fool...I'm a messenger of darkness, and my sin is invocations.

ME: Aha, the "Lust of bureaucracy makes for absolute labors" (Selfie-like).

LB: Keep this exchange secret, and you may keep your cyber-write for office.

ME: Farewell (Facebook-like!).

STORY_EXCERPT: "When Lady Bullseye had learned of a pronounced NFL-team seeking Euro-expansion for world-rhetoric and TV-culture superstitions of spirit, she made a pouncing strike against a motion of sports-fans for Earthling-jitters and had all the good-folks of her American Homeland urban 'environment' ask why terrorism (or anarchy!) could/would be (somehow) 'linked' to the bloody-ghosts of things competitive (damn)."

"That's my bizarre contact-story of Lady-Bullseye, ladies and gentlemen. I'm burying this (secret) testimony in a time-capsule for future-Earth archaeologists to make-sense of things of sports-superstitions, urban governance 'troubles' of the mind, villainy to be logged, and adversarialism to be annotated for records/lyrics, with the hope such a dream-imagery can parallel any Earth era shape/intelligence for things of sin or kernels (ok)."