After getting ready for my mission putting on a all black outfit with a black face mask I take a knife and a gun me and a group of 10 are at the shipping yard In the heart of a desolate shipping yard, darkness cloaked the landscape, punctuated only by the intermittent glow of flickering lights. Amidst rusting containers and scattered crates I'm hiding in the shadows able to see everything around the yard
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It was quite for a long time until I hear a couple of gun shops i ready my gun but a figure runs through and starts cutting down all of the men easily after the blood shed was done I could see the figure clearly it was the mercenary Deathstroke I line up my shot and let off 3 he easily cuts them he turns and looks at me guess shooting him won't work
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No One POV Deathstroke goes for a slash Jackson moves out the way still getting cut a little he aims the gun at deathstroke head before he could pull the trigger the gun gets cut in half Jackson leaps atop stacked containers, Jackson hurled loose chains and ropes at Deathstroke, attempting to entangle his adversary but deathstroke either dodges or cuts them away deathstroke gets on top of the containers and charges at Jackson the teenager started Using discarded metal scraps as makeshift shields deflecting Deathstroke's precise strikes, each clang echoing through the night.
The cacophony of the fight reverberated as they clashed amidst the containers. Jackson's resourcefulness shone through as he utilized every available object as a potential weapon, from discarded pipes to crates turned into impromptu barricades but nothing he did slowed the mercenary down
Deathstroke, a master tactician, countered each move with calculated precision. His expertise in combat allowed him to anticipate Jackson's frenzied attacks. With calculated strikes and unmatched agility, Deathstroke exploited gaps in Jackson's unrefined technique.
Despite Jackson's tenacity and resourcefulness, the odds stacked against him. The mercenary's experience and combat finesse proved overwhelming, gradually wearing down the street-smart teenager but something that could change the battle happened he was able to catch deathstroke in the leg lock he caught mercy with but it didn't go the same way deathstroke was able to break out of it easily but Jackson was able to get the sword from his hands now it's fist to fist
Without a second thought Jackson gets into a boxing stance goes for a flurry of punches which were easily countered but the bloody teenager didn't stop but it's clear that Jackson efforts were useless
Their battle crescendoed, reaching a climactic moment amidst the eerie backdrop of the shipping yard. Jackson, battered and exhausted, found himself on the brink of defeat. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he refused to yield, pushing himself beyond his limits.
In a final desperate move, Jackson lunged at Deathstroke with all his remaining strength, only to be swiftly disarmed and overpowered. Gasping for breath, sprawled on the cold ground, coughing up blood and could barely move Jackson looked up to Deathstroke, expecting the final blow but deathstroke stepped back and pulled out a phone
Deathstroke POV I pull out the burner phone lex gave me and call him
Lex: so how did it go
Slade: your boy did better then excepted if it was another mercenary he probably would have won
Lex: good sending your payment now
I hang up the phone I hear shuffling I look the kid is getting up wobbly but still standing surprising
Slade: listen the fights over you can let your guard down
Guess my words fell on death ears he comes at me and throws a weak punch when the punch gets close he puts more effort into it I catch his wrist he had nails between his fingers smart I deliver a powerful blow to his stomach knocking him out not a bad tactic come in slow lowering the opponents guard and going in for a fatal punch with nails I drag the kid back to lex building leaving him outside
Jackson POV I open my eyes it's bright and blinding I sit up and look around there are some robots taking care of me I hear the door open and lex walks in with mercy behind him
Lex: seems like you impressed deathstroke
Jackson: what was this another test
Lex: indeed but it seems we need to update your training. rest we will start tomorrow
They all leave my room I lay down hours past but I couldn't sleep I couldn't stop thinking about the fight and I heard a lot of stories about deathstroke he really is good I leave my room I walk around until I find mercy
Mercy: what is it
Jackson: how did you get into contact with deathstroke
Mercy: why would you want to know that you want a rematch or something
Jackson: just answer it
Mercy: fine (hands him the contract information)
I take it and walk away I contact him and wait for him after minutes he appears walking out the darkness
Deathstroke: your up pretty fast
Jackson: I want you train me
Deathstroke: don't you work for Luthor can't he hire some people teach you
Jackson: you have different experience then anyone he can hire experience I need
Deathstroke: need for what exactly
Jackson: since I was a kid I watched Gotham become worse and worse people becoming homeless or leaves kids mentally scarred or without parents and no one gives a shit about orphans only when you can use them for fame so I need power to rebuild Gotham
Deathstroke: so you wanna be like Batman a hero of Gotham
Jackson: of course not I'm not a hero shit I'm not even close to being a good person but I grew up in the worst environment look how I turned out I don't want other kids to just have to survive or people doing crime just to feed there family
Deathstroke: (sighs) fine but if I'm going to train you you might die I won't hold your hand this training will be hell
