Trixxie

PART TWO. . . The Eye

Silco's POV

I sat in my office in the Last Drop, nursing some whiskey as my one working eye scans the papers of recent shimmer shipments, Intel, the other miscellaneous important papers I had to tend to as the Eye of Zaun. A title I only bear. The ghost of the sounds of the music and rowdiness of the customers travelled to my office, though faintly muffled through the floorboards that I found myself drowning out with a deep exhale. I didn’t even have much time since Vander’s death, the adoption of Powder- Jinx my.. daughter, the curation of Shimmer, all of it. Zaun has changed. for the worst and for the better. 

The base violence necessary for change. 

I remind myself that often these days as I take another slow swallow of the whiskey, the burning sensation down my throat before disappearing does little for me, and my left eye was bothering me again- a dull reminder of betrayal forever marked on me.

Carefully setting my glass down back onto my U-shaped desk, the glass barely making a noise as my hands skimmed over the overflow of papers, coupled by rolled-up scrolls filled with plans, and the layout of Zaun rolled out haphazardly near the golden glow of my lamp. A foreshadowing of more sleepless nights I knew too well now. I exhaled through my nose, grabbing my pen once more as I was about to get back to the mindless task of writing these damn papers when a sharp couple knocks sounded on the wooden door, causing my gaze to snap up. 

“Come in.” I called coolly, shifting in my crushed velvet seat as I trained my eye to the door, resting my pen back onto the table deliberately. 

The door opens and closes as my right hand woman, Sevika, walks in. Her metal-shimmer-powered arm whirring quietly in the mostly silent space. Her expression is stoic as she walks in, heavy footed as she approaches the desk and me. “I have information, and you’re not going to like it.” She said bluntly in her rough no-nonsense tone of hers I’ve grown used to. 

I cocked an eyebrow, “oh?” I said slowly with trained calmness. Leaning forward and putting my hands to steeple together, elbows resting on the edge of my desk. “What is it now? Another issue..?” I said, a small trace of irritation slipping in. We had enough setbacks as it was from Piltie’s and the rival gangs. Not to mention handling the Chem-Barons. Though I could tell that Sevika was just as exasperated as me. 

“The Firelights caused a commotion inside our territory, picked a fight with some of our men and it led to a massive shit show.” Sevika’s low tone explained bluntly, causing a slow irritated exhale to come from me as my only show of disapproval at the idea. But before I could ask Sevika to cut me off, “Their leader wasn’t with them though.” This gave me a moment of pause, I sat back in my chair and gave Sevika a deliberate look. “Where was that group of brats leaders then?” I asked, though my tone was flat, irritation still slithered into my voice like the fumes Topside polluted my city in. 

My response only seemed to make Sevika smirk, “He was chasing a hooded figure through nearby alleyways, some of our men spotted him on a hoverboard chasing after a person probably around five foot five inches in height. He lost the person quite quickly. Probably after 5 minutes or so. What we could find out was that the cloaked person could outrun those pesky hoverboards the Firelights use so damn much.” 

“Outrun?” I repeated. The hoverboards the Firelights used were quite fast and could outpace any normal person, it allowed them a level of agility in most pursuits and getaways, it made them or anyone with one- at least ones who knew how to use them properly- extra slippery to deal with. Like a swarm of annoying horse flies, but the mention of someone that could outrun one of them.. it shifted my mood from scour to something close to intrigue. To say the least.

“Any clue as to why the Firelights would do that?” I asked blankly, trying to hide my growing curiosity. 

“Beats me,” Sevika shrugged, “Word is that Firelights are getting desperate for new recruits. Or they threw that whole fight just so the leader could specifically target the person.” I hummed in response, slowly standing up and grabbing my glass. Going to my liquor cabinet to fill it up with more whiskey. 

“Do we have any idea who the masked person was?” I inquired casually. Sevika made a grunt of disagreement in return. “No. We have no recollection of a person in Zaun who can outrun hoverboards, let alone someone the Firelights have such an interest in. Our men were never able to get a good look at them, they were completely covered.” 

I didn’t make a motion of acknowledgment, but I heard her words, filling up my glass slowly and walking over to the window behind my desk, giving me a view of the bustling crowds below and the pollution from Piltover infecting the streets like a slow poison.

“If a person has warranted the Firelight’s leader to go out of his way to step into my territory just for some mystery person, perhaps we should invest some time trying to uncover this person. We can’t have outliers.” I stated slowly as I took a languid sip of my drink, gaze locked on the window and the streets below. Though I could feel Sevika’s stare

“You want to find the mystery person before the Firelights do?” Sevika asked, skepticism and disbelief lacing her gruff tone. 

“Yes. Yes I do.” I looked over my shoulder at the tall woman. My black and orange eye, along with my dark blue one, staring at her intensely  “No one flies under the radar in this city. Not if they know what they’re doing at least, and that’s what makes them an issue or a possible asset. So find them.” 

Sevika sighed, clearly a bit miffed by the order, but she nodded curtly and left the office, shutting the door behind her. Leaving me with my thoughts.  

It wasn’t often Zaun had a person like that. Yes, there were spies and people from Piltover coming down to mess with Zaun, moles sabotaging plans, or people enhanced by shimmer doing manic things. But this felt… different. Deliberate. And I’ve had enough experience to know when something was up. And I wanted to seize the opportunity before the Firelights did. 

Whoever they were. They piqued my interest. And I was going to find them whether they wanted to or not. Because I didn’t like unknown variables in my city.

PART ONE. . . Suspicion

Odessa’s POV

The scent of smoke, liquor, and something nefarious filled the air. It always did in the city below known as Zaun. A place I called home, for the most part. But I was used to it, the obtrusive noises and smells, I was used to it all. 

I’ve memorized every street, alleyway, secret tunnels, the pipe systems, the dock times for shipments, all of it. Almost every minute detail. It’s what I did, it’s what I do and have done for the past 11 years. It’s how I survived in this precarious environment. The many gangs, the enforcers, the druggies, all of them I had kept my distance from all these years- remaining nothing but a shadow to them, all the while keeping tabs on them. I was a.. A mere background piece in someone’s big world picture, a dot in the background. It’s not that I didn’t want to be one. No. It’s because that’s how I survive, the less people know, the better. The less likely I get involved, the less likely I’ll get killed. 

Being a woman in this city was bad enough, but my skills? If they found out about them.. it would have them all fighting over my capabilities like the best fight dog in the black market, or the druggies fighting over the last vile of shimmer. 

It was a late evening, the normal buzz of neon lights and drunks roaming the streets. Some crying, some throwing up in alleyways, others bothering the rest. The occasional enforcer in the usual dark blue and gold attire going past the sneering crowds, changing shifts with the other group that patrols mediocrely the undercity. 

I stuck close to the large groups, my ragged dark brown cloak pulled over my head. My copper mask covering my face, dull enough but still occasionally catching the bright colored lights of the passing bars or brothels- the signs that spoke to a person's desired sin. Despite the noises, I kept my senses sharp, my breathing steady, my steps light yet ready. Now was not the time to relax. 

..When was the last time I relaxed? 

But the slow and steady noise of a commotion slowly grew, and I looked up a bit to see a raven perched on a rickety metal railing. ‘danger’ it caws, flying off into the smog filled skies.  

Danger. Of course there was danger, it was Zaun, but what did it mean? I had a weird skill to understand avians, mostly the crows and ravens along with the smaller black birds. It’s how I got most of my intel without someone noticing, no one suspects the birds were smart enough to remember conversations and details long enough to report it to someone- let alone someone like me. Yet, I kept trudging on, rerouting my course too quickly would draw attention- I’d just disperse with the crowd when-

Thunk.

The sound of hoverboards and heavy boots landing on the ground filled my ears, and a collective murmur and gasp from the crowds aroused that meant one thing; Firelights. They were an up and coming gang, full of younger revolutionary vigilantes that opposed the bigger gang groups that formed the Chem-Barons, specifically Silco- the main head of it all. The man dubbed the Eye of Zaun.. So, the fact they were this deep in enemy territory was a bit odd. Planned. They always had one. 

As crowds and gnarly looking faces started to tense and get defensive, I realized I was too close to a cluster of men in correspondence to Silco- his underdog henchmen that were everywhere in this city. Maybe I should’ve listened to my raven friend..

Silco was like the main leader of the chaotic city, as much as one could have with the amount of gangs going at each other throats, he held the most control- and has for a while. Especially after Vander died.. supposedly. 

I watched as the lackeys pulled out their knives and assorted weapons as a bunch of cloaked-masked figures came down from their hoverboards poised like birds of flight ready to strike, leading me to stick to the crowds smart enough to be backing off and giving them space. While others not so logical enough decide to get involved, others stuck out of it to watch and gossip over it while sticking out of the main fray.  Like vultures lurking around potential prey. Me being in the group sticking out of it. Always.

“What the hell are you doing?” A Silco-lackey sneered, gripping his knife and pointing it at the group as his eyes narrowed, the sound of the shimmer powered parts of his body whirring in the midst of it all. One of the Firelights, a bulky man with a canine-like white porcelain like mask stepped forward. After the uprising of the gang, this seemed to have been a sort of second in command in the group from what I’ve learned. Leaving me to wonder..

Where was the leader..?

“Proving a point.” The masked Firelight grumbled, and without much hesitation the group attacked, and the goons of Silco retaliated in response. The sound of grunts, metal against clothes and other metal, explosions with bursts of color filled the street- leading to more commotion from the crowds around. Some fleeing, others getting into the fray as well, and gossipers lingered at a safer distance than before but even they were leaving. 

What was the Firelight’s plan? They’re clearly outnumbered, deep in enemy territory that they haven’t travelled into before, there wasn’t really much to gain from this, unless.. It was a ploy. 

I didn’t like that, and I could faintly hear the distant but familiar alarmed caws of a crow I knew weaving in the air down into an alleyway. Suspicious, it called to me.

Ok now I really shouldn’t stick around-

I slowly started to weave my way out of the watching crowds, slipping into a nearby alleyway and briskly going down through the labyrinthine alleyways, listening and watching my surroundings carefully as I did so. Though even as I left the area of most commotion, I couldn’t help but feel as if I was still being watched, and not just by the birds.

…I could faintly hear the droning noise of a hoverboard. 

Shit-

I didn’t exactly give a second to spare, to even check over my shoulder to see if it was just one passing to join in on the futile fight. Time was precious and valuable just like information. So without a second thought I bolted off before I could even get a look at the person following me. Though from the sound of the hoverboard increasing noise, I could tell they were giving chase. To me. But  I had the advantage of being on the ground while they were on a hoverboard, allowing me to skid around a corner and look over my shoulder just enough to faintly see an outline of someone in.. baggy clothes and an owl mask? 

It was the Firelight’s leader. The one I didn’t see at the fight. I knew it, something was up and somehow I got caught into it. 

Despite this revelation of concern. I didn’t make any change in my plan, sprinted farther as the owl-masked man flew after me on his hoverboard, drifting through the tight alleyways with ease. “Hey, Wait-“ I could hear the leader holler from behind his mask. Voice mildly distorted, probably a gadget to make it sound that way- some criminals had that to mask their identities. But the shout didn’t deter me. I just tensed. And that familiar thrumming went through me as I felt the familiar spike of energy course through me. 

Like a splash of cold water on my face I felt myself go quicker. Kicking up detritus and rubble in my way while avoiding larger piles of muck. Making another abrupt turn, using my heel to kick open a manhole cover just enough to catch it with my glove and jump down into the sewage. Slipping down into it I let the cover fall over me, using my hand to soften the fall so as to not incriminate my maneuver.

I held my breath as I leaned back against the cold cement of the sewer, looking up. Listening.

Over the sounds of the sewer water dripping and the distant chaos of that fight, I could hear that distinct hoverboard and someone mumbling “Fuck, fuck.. Where did she go..?!” 

I didn’t want to stay too long, that was confirmation enough that he was clueless for now and I should use the opportunity while I had it. With a deep breath I carefully started my trek through the sewers away from there, further away from the chaos, more so to the edges of Zaun. Closer to the abandoned warehouses near the harbors on the other side from the bridge that connected Zaun to Piltover. Still listening. Always listening. 

That was a close call, too close for the time I have been alone. This had been the first close call in ages. Why in the world did the leader of the Firelights go out of their way to go after me with that whole fight in the way? Was it a distraction? Did he know about me? 

The thought of him knowing about me, even just a small concept, made me grip my gloves so hard it made the leather creak. But I couldn’t think about it, not right now, I had to get to a safe house. And I just hope that the little chase didn’t draw the eyes of unwanted people…

Carnage

@the-ultimate-insanity

Gore never really has much issues with symbiotes, she kept her distance from them despite some of them meddling in her work- just how some were especially since most were villains in her universe… till she met him. Carnage, better known previously as Cletus Kassidy the psychopath before he got his symbiote became what people now know as the villain Carnage. The moment she interacted with him it changed her story completely, like her characters ‘canon event’ if you will.

At first it was just the normal dynamic. Villain and vigilante meet, butt heads because of there difference ideology, and the right and become enemies. Well, for Gore it wasn’t that simple. Her universe’s Carnage is quite feral- as most are- and wanted her gutted like a fish. So he would constantly chase after her, viewing her weakness to symbiotes as amusing and hence easy pickings. But eventually those random appearances led to him figuring out Gore wasn’t just some helpless woman or hero. She killed, she fought back, was extremely stubborn, a hothead that rivaled a lot, and a smart mouth that spew insults quicker than most.

At first this pissed Carnage off, wanted to kill her more for it, but the more and more he went after her the more he realized just how intriguing the woman was. And slowly his blood filled rages turned into obsession, and now it’s been a couple months of Carnage chasing after the one he calls the love of his life- Gore.

Nafud

@the-avatar-of-set

One nice thing about the multiverse is the friends that come along the way. And Nafud is one of those unlikely friends. It was supposedly a small mission, get into Cairo and handle some sort of weird cult called the Pioneers and the small group apart of it called the Seekers. But she didn’t know she’d meet the avatar of the Egyptian god Set; Nafud, along with his boyfriend who got captured Arthur Harrow- the previous avatar of the demon goddess Ammit. It was a.. unlikely pairing, to put it simply. Nafud thought Gore was apart of the Pioneers, and Gore was just confused. They came to the conclusion of that they’d team up, and Gore kinda thought it be a short term alliance (little did she know she’d go on a vacation with him later on after it all WHATEVER-)

Gore and Nafud saved Harrow from the Seekers, Gore going full blown ballistic on them while Nafud tended to his very injured significant other. Gore met Set, that was bizarre, and she had a identity crisis with it :)

Full version is here. Vacation is here.

Laurya

@goddess-of-birds

Gore was getting set up in a new apartment when Laurya dropped by, and Laurya and her became friends. She occasionally comes by, simple as that XD

Cat/The Finder

@thebestmerc-1

Gore had mostly found out about Cat, or The Finder, due to her being a merc- duh. But in all seriousness Gore first came into contact with her when she was looking for a little bit of cash when her job as a butcher and at OPAC was going to slow for her liking, so she went to the Merc Society and got herself a small job. Eventually some small jobs led to meeting up outside of work, those meetings led to Gore suddenly finding Cat passed out and helping her out, scaring Cat, and suddenly they became friends. Even if they don’t tell others about it they occasionally sit in either one of there place (either Cat’s office or Gore’s home or hideouts) and drink or Gore just talks shit about Carnage.

Yelena

@your-fav-russian-assassin

When Gore was on a mission she somehow was one of Yelena’s targets, they fought a bit till they realized that Gore was after the person Yelena was hired by- a really shitty person- so Gore and her went after them and became close drinking buddies! Yelena keeps Gore as a contact and occasionally brings her along to the Avengers tower/Thunderbolts quarters so there’s ’more girls on the team’ even though Gore is avid about not being on the team because in a different universe Carnage is on the thunderbolts

Bob

@spicycinnimon-bob

Because of Yelena tugging Gore to some Thunderbolts things Gore and Bob know eachother.

In an alternate universe Void put Gore in a shame room which worked out because she was running away from Carnage. Gore is pretty chill about Bob, Sentry, and Void. She’ll bicker with them, but she doesn’t have any hard feelings towards them.

Gore is pretty nice, even if she wears a literal skull as a mask and is all rough edges, she’s pretty chill.

Bucky Barnes

@official-buckybarnes

Depending on the universe Gore is pretty chill when it comes to Bucky. In her universe he occasionally teams up with OPAC and has gone separate ways from the Avengers and SHIELD (because in her universe there the bad guys)

One thing about her universe Bucky is that she has stolen his arm before and used it for ransom to get what she wanted from Bucky because she’s petty like that. There was a time when he was bad and almost killed her, gave her one of her nasty scars, she still is a bit wary of Bucky’s because of that.

Honestly she never thought she’d be friends with the president of the United States, let alone a Bucky as one, but here she is! Gore acts as the person in the shadows (aka kills all the people in the government who are bad when he can’t do it) for Bucky when he he’s busy with his presidential work- occasionally bothering him when he’s with the Thunderbolts since she’s been around for a lot of his ‘changes’ and just generally knows because of all the different universes she’s been in.

Punisher/ Frank

Idea on how they met is most likely similar to either Cat or Yelena due to being in similar fields or work. Considering how gruesome gore is when it comes to her vigilante work having acid/bone manipulation abilities she is what her name implies- a bit gorey with her kills. I feel like they’ve met on occasion, maybe exchanged work numbers, but haven’t really gone past that- maybe a few work related calls. Normally if that’s the case Gore isn’t usually in the ‘talkative’ mood. She’s probably pissed off and just wants to kill a bunch of assholes.

Depending on which universe it can be good or bad relationship wise. Up for change though

Daredevil/Matt

She calls him because she needs a lawyer for a restraining order on Carnage /j

Considering how Gore has acid in her blood, people with heightened senses generally pick up her unique scent (the acid in her blood gives her a natural citrus scent- take that as you will) and probably found her that way when she was in the Devils kitchen area of New York since Gore doesn’t give a fuck about going into different vigilante’s area unless they make it her problem.

She’s pretty chill when it comes to him, mostly through Laurya or other vigilante connections most likely. If she needs help with the law she’ll deny it till she DEFINITELY needs it then, begrudgingly so. Gore doesn’t really like doing it the lawful way. But she will if she has people convince her to.

Miguel O’Hara

Considering how Gore works for a literal organization of the multiverse it’s kinda expected she’d run into someone like Miguel. Even if OPAC has technically been around longer than The Spider Society and is stingy about teaming up with other organizations (especially since the SHIELD in Gore’s universe is corrupt as shiiiitt-) Gore and Miguel met.

It was kinda by accident, Miguel found her as a ‘anomaly’ in a separate universe and went after her and it was a whole issue, but eventually after a long chase and scuffle Gore and Miguel talked. Gore revealed she works for OPAC, to Miguel’s surprise they’ve been around way longer than his Spider Society and offer a bunch of technology they didn’t have. So after a lot of discussion Gore became the liaison for OPAC and the Spider Society.

Plus, anger issues against anger issues is funny, especially when Gore is stubborn and a bit petty with things.

Spider-Punk/Hobie

Considering Gore is a bit of an anarchist and hates the government in her universe I like to believe her and Hobie instantly became buds with all around schemes and belief against norms. So when her and Hobie met when she ‘joined’ the Spider Society it was like people sharing one brain cell at towns. No questions asked I think they’d be best buds.

Spider-Man/Peter

Of course it varies in the universe, but Gore is generally wary of Spider people (especially ones with symbiotes, instant dislike) because in her universe Spider-Man is on the cusp between being with the Avengers because of manipulation and corruption of power and actually being a good guy.

In one universe Gore had to kill a rogue Spider person, she now wears those legs of said spider person (look similar to Iron Spider-Man’s legs but bone) as a testament to her power and brutal killing abilities.

It’s either hit or miss with Spider-Man, just don’t get on her wrong foot and you might be fine.

Moon Knight/Steven

@officialstevengrant @official-mr-knight

Well this could go SOOO many different ways-

For one, it could go into the whole storyline with Nafud. After helping save Harrow from the Pioneers and meeting Set words probably spread (because gods gossip, idk how else-) and Khonshu was probably like ‘we should go see who the hell this girl is’ and womp womp suddenly Gore is toe to toe with the fist of vengeance in a slight interrogation after the whole ordeal in New York. Which probably miffed her a bunch, but Gore chilled her normal anger issues and talked to him about it all.

There’s another way it could go through outside of the whole realm of Gore meeting Nafud. Many ways honestly-

Gore could meet Moon Knight when she’s just doing her work as a butcher outside of being a vigilante as her usual human work. Either Marc, Steven, or Jake frequent the butcher shop she works at in NYC because of its produce or whatever. Gore, well Vanadee since it’s her regular day job, probably realized this and slowly started learning the different behaviors of them all to memorize there usual stuff. Whether it be because they got different dietary needs or how to talk to them in general. And when Gore is going out doing her vigilante work and suddenly meets Moon Knight/Mr. Knight she’ll be like ‘I know that voice’ internally and instantly call him out on that.

There’s another which is a bit more interesting. Khonshu sends Moon Knight after Gore because of some scandals that are ruining her whole persona and framing her as a villain so he sends Moon Knight after her. So after a bunch of fighting she manages to explain her side of the situation and maybe leave off on equal ground.

There’s always other ways they meet due to them both being vigilantes and her traveling. So it’s always up to the timeline or universe to how they meet :)

I feel like her and Jake would most definitely drink a whole bunch, and she’d have to show off her motorcycle to them. And whenever Marc complains about the others Gore would probably try and one up him with her issues with Carnage.

Khonshu

Tire into the previous one a little.After meeting either Moon Knight/Steven Khonshu will probably make himself known to her due to her.. well her abilities and somehow canny ability to get into shit she doesn’t necessarily need to be in due to her vigilante work.

If he’s a prick to her, she’s mean back. If he’s nice to her, she’ll be polite back- still wary though.

Arthur Harrow

@preemptivejustice

All things considered, Gore never really knew what she was getting into when she first got thrown into the worlds where gods meddled with the humans like puppets. In that case it was especially concerning when a man like Arthur Harrow’s sights were set upon the vigilante.

Depending on the universe Gore is either pretty chill with Harrow (like the universe with Nafud) or is very wary of him.

I still do not know what or how Gore and Harrow would meet each other so I am up for ideas since we are moots :)

Might add more later!! Tell me if you don’t want to be @/ed or not