The Hunt - Part 1/?

T'Challa POV——

After taking a couple of minutes of thinking, I collected the unconscious bodies of my adversaries and called for a pick up. Royal talon fighters, Aka 'Scourge's', had appeared over the skyline only moments later.

They are made for war instead of comfort, so they're outfitted with the most technologically advanced weapons and equipment that it can carry, while maintaining its nimbleness.

Landing, a group of emergency healers race over towards me, each of them screaming out questions.

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1 Week Ago

Gotham City

??? POV

The sky is carrion-black. Complemented by the falling snow, not an unusual sight.

"Ugh!" A flash of pain shoots through my body. Reaching down to my side, feeling the poppy-red blood drizzle from my wound. A flashback of only an hour ago had come to my mind.

I was doing the lords work, taking out sinners and heathens alike, until Batman entered the fray. Completely outclassing me.

Defeating me relatively soundly, only taking a few injuries away from the fight. But…he was different, more brutal and aggressive, unlike the Batman at all. I had to flee all the way up her on this building.

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3rd POV

A grapple gun zips and hisses through the air, above the injured man. Perching himself on a gargoyle.

"Azrael, its over." Batman states to the injured man. Azrael's red cloak and hood flaps from the wind. He looks up, revealing his red half mask with gold lining.

"Do you expect me to give up!?"

"…No."

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*SMASH*

Azrael crashes through a church window, falling into the booths, splintering wood everywhere.

Pellets from the Batman release smoke, blinding Azrael who is trying to recover.

"Smoke to hide in? Coward! I cannot give up! I serve a higher power!"

Batman's imposing figure rises and reveals itself to Azrael. "Then lets send you on your way to meet him." The Batman says.

Batman starts to attack the weak points, raining powerful blows on his opponent's body, bloodying him.

"Heaven…h-help me." Azrael days as he collapses to the ground.

'Incoming.' Batman senses someone coming.

*SMASH* Another window is blown apart as Batman flies through it, a quick flash of lightning illuminates his figure.

Landing and observing his surroundings, "Alfred, run a full thermal trace on the building. Find out who did this." The other Batman says, as he walks over to the injured Azrael.

< Sir, there's nothing. Whoever it was…they've disappeared. > Alfred responds ti him in his ear piece.

"Hmm, Azrael..who did this to you?"

Azrael looks up to Batman reluctantly, "y-you did."

Batman shows no emotion at the reveal of a imposter. "There!" He throws a batarang at a shadowed corner of the church, the sound of glass and plastic breaking enters their ears.

< What is it Sir? >

"A drone, left behind to watch me. Whoever this is, they wanted me to see what they were capable of. This is a message."

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Present Time

Moscow, Russia

"Sorry for the mess, but you know I play messy, Slade." Mercury red blood sloshed and pooled around the legs of the 3 people still alive in suite room. 2 of them conversing while the other sits bound to a chair, beaten and injured. Mutilated bodies, missing all sorts of body parts, lay dead all around the room, military armored men and buisness dressed men alike.

"What mess?" Deathstroke says uncharacteristically joking as he removes his blood stained helmet, revealing an aged face behind it. Wearing a uniquely played armor with orange and black colors. Numerous pouches containing numerous things adorn his armor.

"Heh." The other person exclaims quietly as she picks up a bloodied hard-drive from the floor. The woman appearing to be late 20's to early 30's with numerous scars adorning the right side of her face, making that eye blind. Dressed in some sort of modern, tactical ninja outfit with two twin katana's on her back.

"Is this how you got me the locations of the dispatched?" Slade asks the woman.

'Angelica once again proves why she's the best. She gives me what I need, and then some. Location, location, location. No one even puts up a fight. They see me behind them in the mirror and they know its over.'

"Hehe, my techniques have never failed me, or you." She responds to him.

"No complaints here."

Angelica points to corner of the blood flooded room, there in a chair, tied up, is two men in business suits, that seem to have been tortured and brutalized heavily.

"Those two squealed their hearts out, hehehe, literally." She chuckles mid sentence at her work.

She continued on, "So much information. Names, places, and who set this up. Things you would never know without me."

"What do you mean, 'set this up'?"

"They knew you were coming, sweetheart. Your contractor tried to get you killed, hehehe, sorry. Happens to the best of us."

"Tch, Naturally." Slade says more annoyed than angry. He's almost used to it.

"When you told me to do some research on these targets, I found out, so of course curiosity got the better of me."

"As curiosity tends to do." Slade says as he crosses his arms over his chest, still annoyed.

"Right, so I stuck around. I found this mobile on the night table. Apparently its transmitting a frequency only you can hear. Like a dog, I suppose. Or so says the big guy."

Slade looks at the other person alive in the room, bound to a chair. "Possum."

"Heh, You haven't forgotten about me then."

"Times not been kind to you." Slade says, remembering this man much differently than he is now.

"Not like you care, Slade. I promised I would eat your balls in front of you."

Slade stands unperturbed from the threat.

"Hehehe, do you hear it? The key unlocking?" The huge grey man continues talking, "Thats the sound of your precious mind being broken into."

Slade's body goes limp and falls like a puppet with its strings cut. Possum breaks out of his binds easily and rushes Angelica, punching her, immediately bloodying up and cracking face. She falls unconscious without getting a word in.

'Losing all my motor functions? How?' Slade ponders inwardly.

"You pissed off some powerful and scary people, Slade. They offered some good money for you, hehe, chumps! I would've done it for free." Possum goes off into a monologue.

"FCNWJ..2.....11….03" Slade whispers to himself.

"Waiting." Possum says, cockily.

"AGMJ..4…12..79" he whispers again.

"Is that you using your '90%' brain capacity? Hahaha."

"CCFFF11982"

Possum, tired of Slade's mumbling, reaches for Slade's twin swords and raises them, preparing to strike. "Just know Slade, i've waited a long time for this."

Possum slashes down on Slade's back, thanks to his super strength, he cuts into Slade's back, spraying blood from his back, everywhere.

"HA! LETS TEST THAT HEALING FACTOR!" Possums says once again slashing down at Slade.

*THAK*THAK*THAK*THAK*

After four more attacks Possum speaks again, "They say the human mind continues on after separation from the body, lets test it." Swinging down once again, but this time the blade is caught.

"SHUT-"

Slade uses his entire strength to push back the attack that it forces the handle that Possum is holding on to, to erupt from the back of Possum's head through his busted up mouth, killing him instantly, a storm of blood and brain matter.

"-UP!"

*HUFF*HUF-* Slade holds his throat as it slowly heals from an attack of Possum's.

"Play possum now, Asshole!"

Slade takes a moment to collect himself.

'Gotta get outta here, cant rick Possum having reinforcements. But first, have to stop the bleeding. Since I have special swords made out of a specific material that stops healing factors, I need some help.'

Slade hears a transmission from a radio in the office.

< Moving in on target! > A helicopter shines a light the captures Slade's visible figure.

'Why do I always have to be right.'

*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM* Bullets were fizzling through the air, trying to kill Slade. Concrete debris explodes into the air from the bullets, destroying parts of the sturdy building while Slade launches himself out of the window, landing on a balcony.

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Slade POV

The sky was profane-black, crimson-red blood drizzled from my wounds, aggravated by most strenuous movement trying to survive the encounter. I looked back and saw men in green fall from the sky, obviously here to kill me.

'Vtol assualt craft. Very similar to the Blackhawk UH-52. Four cannons of armor piercing ordnance. Personal capacity of twelve.' I make my observations.

A blast from a grenade of the men blew me away, straight into a car. I felt as it deformed instantly due to the force I hit it. The pain was excruciating.

'My turn to play Possum.'

I layed still, waiting for a chance.

'Thats it. Come get the wounded assassin. Wish I was faking the pain, still shaking off whatever Possum did to me.'

The armored men gradually surrounded me, setting up a safe distance away.

'Screw it, close enough.'

I rushed at them, dodging their explosions. My swords tasted the blood of the closest assailant, ripping through his body, his innards gushing out of him.

'Armor offers my full body protection'

My weapons were clanging and clangourous under the seething, spite-filled sky.

'Making stupid masks a good place for attacks.'

The theatre of death filled up with keening and caterwauling sounds as the sodden earth became oily with blood.

'Neck pieces are also vulnerable.'

I had slashed, slit, cut anything and everything in my way. Many people had been severed of everything they had, legs, arms, heads, anything and everything.

'Above me, air support moving in-'

By the end, I had bathed in the blood of maybe a hundred, even though it felt like thousands. Not a crevice that I had on my body wasn't stained in red.

'3'

I had tired out. Including the earlier massacre, I had slaughtered a lot.

'2'

My wounds are getting worse, bleeding out fast due to my violent activity.

'1' I dodge at just the right second, minimizing the damage I got from the explosion.

*BAADOOOMMM*

Once again flung, I hit a beam of concrete. I didn't even have the energy to be in pain at this point. Too bad I must get a move on, I have to retreat immediately.

I see a manhole cover and escape into the sewer.

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'Lungs still full of blood, I need to reach out to someone, I need to find…him.'

Walking down a alley to known league hideout, I could call for assistance there.

'I also need to check on Angelica, see if she's still alive.'

Perhaps he could help me on who hired Possum and his people and also my contractor too. A shame I didn't see their face, I should have never taken this job, it was too perfect.

'Focus! Find him, find out who hired me, not healing fast enough.'

Ahhh, finally. I find the place I was looking for and enter the code letting me in. Collapsing on a mat when I get in.

'This the place? Drowning!'

"I heard you were in town." T-the old man is here? That saves me some trouble.

"Lay down-ohhh, I guess you already are, huh?"

I fade into unconsciousness or maybe death, who knows-

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T'Challa POV

< We've just gotten word that he has escaped, my lord! > W'Kabi says in my ear.

'Well of course he did, its Slade Wilson.'

"I must ask a question, why did we not send Wakandan forces to deal with Slade, brother?" Shuri asks from a kimyo bead.

"Well…the tech used on him was must newly developed by you, no need to waste Wakandan lives if someone else can do it. Right, sister?"

"I guess so, if it didn't work on his mind like I made it to, then lives would have been lost and I would have blamed myself."

"Mmm, good. You understand that, plus, I dont want Slade dead, not yet. I need him for my other plan."

Shuri looks at me confused, unaware of my plan for him.

"Did you get any blood samples from him?" I switch the topic.

"Yes brother! I have begun to work on it with some of Wakanda's brightest biologists and chemists. We will have results in the next 2-3 weeks."

"Hmm, ok, keep me updated."

I turn off my kimyo bead and address W'Kabi in my ear, "No worries W'Kabi, keep monitoring him, and keep me updated on any changes."

< Yes, My King! >

I deactivate the call and walk around the corner to double doors, made of some sort of sturdy metal. They slide open for me as I enter, "You're late."

I hear a voice say, turning towards it I see Lantern sitting at the Justice League conference table. All of the League is here today as Batman asked them to be. Even though Batman had summoned the whole league before, I have never attended an official league meeting. In fact, I hadn't seen any of them since the president announced our deeds to the world. A few new faces were here, obviously newly recruited.

"Its good to see you, Black Panther." Superman says, excitedly. I nod at his words and sit down beside Batman, taking a moment to greet the others I hadn't seen in a while.

"Shall we begin?" Batman asks, now with me here.

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(As for romance, im thinking Vixen or Nubia. Leaning on Nubia but I might do Vixen, I cant tell the future.)

(By the way, I once rescued a mammoth while on a leisurely jog on the sun, we are not the same.)