𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄 - the woeful wedding

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𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐘 after the wolf and the devil had their rather poorly timed confession. The duo quickly separated themselves from one another and began to trail behind the car Dex drove. They kept themselves at a fair distance behind the deranged agent, knowing that he would gain them access; he'd take care of the guards and anyone else in the way without even knowing he was doing their job for them.

Olivia trailed just a step behind Matthew as they walked through the eerily silent car park. There wasn't a single sound considering the place was supposed to be swarmed with guards and police. They turned a corner and there, with the doors still opened, was Dex's car.

Olivia's face scrunched up the moment a whiff of... something awful hit her nose. The wolf picked up her pace, surpassing Matt. Her eyes landed upon one of the guards, he was on the ground and unconscious. With a grimace, she turned her head, the smell getting stronger until she finally caught sight of what was letting off the awful odor; it was Julie. Dex had taken her previously frozen dead body and strapped her into the passenger seat, she had thawed out and was steadily decomposing.

Olivia turned her head away as she held her breath; the smell was imposing. Okay, yes, she had some experience with people who were insane... Peter. Yes, her uncle was absolutely mental for a period of time, killing his niece for power and biting teenagers along with whatever else he did, but he still showed signs that he could be helped, still showed signs that he cared for them. That by no means meant that Olivia, nor Derek for that matter, forgave him for what he had done.

But he turned things around. Sure he's a sarcastic shit with attitude problems, but that was what came with Hale blood. Poindexter had been the way he was for a long time. Even as a child he hurt animals and even admitted to purposefully killing someone. And now he had the dead body of the woman he stalked inside of his car rotting away whilst he marched onwards ready to kill Fisk and his new bride.

She watched silently as Matthew repeated her actions, his head tilting towards the open car, recoiling at the smell. "We better keep going." He muttered.

Olivia hummed as she stepped over the knocked-out guard, her ears latching on to the sounds of Dex making his way through the building, leading the way.

They could hear people milling about, chatter and champagne being shared, laughter and mirth; they had absolutely no idea what was coming their way.

Their steps echoed onwards as they followed the trail of beaten guards through the many corridors and flights of stairs, the laughter growing louder as they did.

Finally, they had made their way to the floor where the guests milled about. The air was filled with the smell of champagne and chocolate but what was to follow wouldn't be sweet at all.

The duo paused in their steps as agent Nadeem's voice reached their ears. Olivia's brows furrowed before relaxing in slight awe as his voice narrated exactly what he partook in. He had made a statement, a testimony, one that everyone was listening to.

Before they could dwell on the small glimmer of light that Nadeem had offered, a shrill sound echoed from the microphone. "I'd like to make a toast." Pendexter's voice rang out through the microphone he gripped; spurring Olivia and Matt to move faster. "Julie and I wish you the absolute best."

The pair managed to slip inside the room just as Dex threw the microphone with force towards his target, Vanessa; Fisk's new wife.

Matt, without an ounce of hesitation, grabbed ahold of a serving tray and tossed it like a frisbee. His throw was, as ever, immaculate and intercepted the microphone. A shrill bang rang out as the two items collided and the crowd was filled with screams and gasps as all hell broke loose.

Members of the crowed dove to the ground and ran as fast as their legs would carry them. Even as they clamored about, Fisk's immaculate white suit and Vanessa's snow-white dress stood out from the sea of black. As did Dex in the unmistakable Daredevil suit.

Olivia could see the way the man dressed in red grit his teeth; anger radiated off of him in waves as his hands twitched by his side. Gunshots began to fire and the man in red ducked, each shot missing him and hitting the table he used for cover.

Olivia and Matt swiftly copied the agent's actions and dove behind one of the flower-covered tables. The wolf lifted the table with ease and held it up like a shield as she and Matt crouched down and away from the bullets.

The shots broke through the table, holes littered it and yet both the wolf and the devil remained unharmed. Plates were shattering, colliding with those who fired as Dex threw the china. Blood spilled, the scent of metal filling the air.

Olivia breathed heavily as Matt snatched the table cloth and raced over to Dex who held a man in his grip, suffocating him. The vigilante covered the agent with the material and Olivia quickly sprinted over and grabbed the man in red, using all of her strength to throw him across the room.

He landed rather harshly on one of the tables, cutlery clattering to the floor as the table shattered beneath his weight.

They didn't need Poindexter just yet. Fisk had been the prime target and Olivia knew that Matthew needed to face him. She rolled her shoulders and pushed the vigilante forward.

Matthew ignored the tick in his jaw, the tick that wanted to finish the fight with Poindexter, and raced forward. He knew Olivia was urging him to take care of Fisk, yet when her footsteps didn't follow, he paused.

Olivia huffed a dry breath, one that was caught by the fabric that covered her mouth. "Go. I'm sure I can buy you some time."

"He wants Fisk, he won't let you stop him."

Olivia hummed as she turned to face the man in red who slowly rose from his position on the ground, the end turning into a low rumble as her wolfish features overtook. "He won't have the chance."

Matthew let out a sharp sigh. It made sense. He would go and take on Fisk without interruption, without having four people fighting at once, he wouldn't have to worry about keeping Vanessa alive as long as Dex wasn't in the room.

The man had impeccable accuracy, and whilst she had strength and speed to combat that, he was almost certain that her healing wouldn't be able to fix a knife to the heart.

"Hey." Olivia spoke, her voice lower than usual, "Go get Fisk. I'll be fine."

The hesitance he held was still clear to the wolf but after a moment, he offered a stiff nod, "Please be careful."

"And you."

Olivia kept her eyes on the man dressed as the devil, her ears twitching as she heard Matthew's footsteps fade as she chased after the newlyweds.

Poindexter stood straight, clicking his neck as his eyes latched onto the woman in front of him. For a second, he paused; glowing eyes stared back at him and as his eyes trailed down her arms they landed upon her claws.

"You're here to stop me?" He spoke, his voice low. "You want Fisk gone, why bother with me?"

Olivia shook her head incredulously, her hand reaching up to snatch away the material that covered half of her face. Her distorted features were revealed, her sharp fangs visible. Her words were laced with anger, "We wanna stop Fisk. But you, God, do I have a bone to pick with you."

Poindexter tilted his head, eyes narrowed on the woman's monstrous face; it was unlike anything he had ever seen. The two slowly began to move, walking in a circle as their eye never drifted from one another.

"Fisk may have steered you in a direction but you are the one that decided to follow the path he made for you. You can't lay all of the blame on Fisk. You killed an entire office of innocent people; you killed a priest for God's sake." Olivia scoffed; her mouth full of sharp teeth glinting ominously.

"I had to."

"No!" The wolf roared, the ground shaking beneath them as chandeliers rattled above them. "You had a choice! You always have a choice! And you- you killed and hurt so many people and for what? So Fisk would show you some attention? Was it worth it?"

Poindexter began to shake, his breathing coming out in sharp and angry bursts as he listened to the woman. "You don't know anything."

"I know more than you think. What Fisk asked of you, killing people, it's not new to you so you can't blame him entirely. You killed Nadeem. A man you once worked with, a good man, and now his wife and son have to grieve him because you couldn't make decisions for yourself. You went after Karen page just because she was going to expose Fisk for the monster he is. You could have done so much better, been so much more and done so much good..." Olivia exhaled, debating her next words; they were cruel but she was angry.

Her words were true. Her heart remained steady as she spoke each syllable. The man in front of her was just as much of a monster as Fisk and though Olivia would often look for redeeming qualities in a person, no matter how hard she tried; she couldn't find any. Her stance grew tense and steady, knowing her following words would send the man into a blind rage. "Maybe if you had taken a moment to think for yourself and turn everything around, your old co-workers would be alive and willing to accept you back with open arms, Nadeem would have been alive and would be there for his family, watching as his son grew older, maybe Father Lantom would still be around to help people through their darkest times. And maybe, just maybe, Julie would be alive too."

Her final five words were bitter and stung him, filled him with a deadly poison. His teeth ground together painfully; the sound was grating to Olivia's ears. Static filled his ears, a low noise that slowly increased to a loud droning sound that invaded his senses.

Olivia watched onwards, she should have been wary, should have felt some remorse for what she had said, but she didn't. He deserved each of the painful words cutting into him like shards of glass. He deserved to bleed for the people he had harmed, the people he had killed.

He stood unmoving as his hands shook ferociously by his side and for a moment Olivia furrowed her brows, the image of herself checking an imaginary watch inside of her brain appeared. Rather than dwelling on the man's frozen like stature like an idiot would, she took her chance and raced forward.

Dex's head snapped up just before Olivia could slam a supernatural fist into his jaw. His arm flew up, the attack slamming on his forearm instead. Not quite where she had planned for the attack to land, but by the look on the man's face, he hadn't expected her to hit so hard. Perks of being a werewolf in a world where a majority didn't know her kind existed.

The two were both skilled fighters. Dex could throw well-timed punches, but Olivia could take them. Olivia could swing with the force of Thor himself but the man would redirect the attacks or dodge them, just barely.

It also didn't help that the suit he wore was almost entirely impenetrable, her claws wouldn't slice through, she'd have to attack the same spot multiple times to even made a dent. The only thing she could do was use force. Thankfully she was a Hale; they excelled in the use of excessive force.

They fought for minutes that felt like hours. He jabbed her many a times in the stomach and few times in the face; she could feel the blood on her top lip. But she too had landed many attacks, she could only imagine what the bruises beneath his suit looked like.

Eventually, after realizing that the woman he faced was far too strong and fast for him, he resorted to what he knew best; how to throw with the accuracy of Hawkeye shooting an arrow.

Plates, forks, and knives flew towards her and she dived behind a table, each item smacking against it and clattering to the floor.

"You won't stop me killing Fisk. I don't care how strong you are." Dex growled out as he launched a serving tray towards the wall behind where Olivia hid. It ricocheted and thankfully the wolf's reflexes snapped into action; her hand flew out and caught the tray before it could smack her in the face.

Olivia rolled her eyes as she listened intently before throwing the tray over the table, a satisfying noise ringing out as it smacked the man in the chest. She needed to knock him out, do something to keep him out until Matt was finished with whatever he was doing. She stuffed away the intrusive thoughts that mocked her, telling her to take the man's life, just as they did every time she fought anyone. It came with the trauma.

With a deep inhale the wolf shifted to her knees, her hands latching onto the large table that was covered with expensive decorations, and without a second thought, she let out a yell, using her strength to throw the entire thing towards Poindexter.

He managed to roll out of the way, but for once, that was exactly what Olivia had counted on. Poindexter was a quick thinker, his reflexes fast and she knew she would have to outsmart him and use her own agility against him.

The second her hands had parted from the table, she pushed herself towards where the man moved to roll. She was in front of him before his movement was even finished and she kicked her boot-clad foot right into the uncovered part of his face.

A loud and grotesque sound echoed out; the sound of his jaw shattering into pieces. His agonized yell followed soon after as he was launched through the air, slamming into the wall.

Olivia panted, her senses were on high alert and anger filled her veins as she slowly approached the man on the ground. "You don't deserve revenge. You don't deserve a single drop of Fisk's blood." She panted, "You deserve nothing for what you've done."

Poindexter grunted in pain; his jaw skewed to the left as he slowly tried to push himself off the ground. Olivia watched on in satisfaction as the man's arms shook beneath his weight and she slowly stepped closer, their eyes bore into one another's and with a smile, Olivia rose her foot, and with all of her strength, she slammed it back down on the center of his back. Another sickening snap echoing throughout the room as his spine snapped into a thousand pieces.

Her chest was heaving as the man fell back to the ground as the sound of pain rumbled at the back of his throat, barely being able to escape his lopsided mouth. Less than ten seconds passed them by before Poindexter's consciousness gave up and submitted to the pain and injuries the wolf had caused.

As Olivia allowed her eyes to fade back to brown, and her wolfish features returned to her usual sharp ones, she scanned the room; people were strewn about, blood falling from wounds and their chests were completely still. Even as her eyes came across agent Hattley; the one who carried out the threat to expose Nadeem for false crimes, she couldn't find even a sliver of sympathy as she stared at the hole in the women's shoulder; she'd live, not that Olivia believed she deserved to.

The wolf's eyes snapped to the ceiling when a loud crash sounded out, with a final glance at Dex, she moved her feet and proceeded to head towards where Matthew had disappeared off to. She had absolutely no worries that Poindexter would get away; it would be a miracle if the man could even walk after having surgery.

He wasn't going anywhere.

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22-09-2020