Another Red head? Should be an easy Capture. (Closed to Isis)

Project Death stands atop of the giant skyscraper with his new cloak looking down into the big city of New York listening to a small debreefing from Project Perfection. Now being told who his next subject to hunt is though never the reason why he must take down and bring in these people not of his family. He scowls looking down at the girl with the flowing red hair. He blinks confused wondering what the interest with these redheaded girls is all of a sudden and why Perfection needs them so much. The great hunter shakes his head and waits for the girl to walk into an ally or something, always waiting, always watching then an idea strikes him. He jumps down from the building onto the ground making his legs buckle so as not to make any noise from the collision with the ground. He then stands up straight and shifts his appearance making him look like a perfect copy of a man he has seen in a web article. ((

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)) He smirks and walks up behind the girl tapping her on the shoulder, "Madem would you mind coming with me for a second, I would like to ask you a question." Death says trying out a grin, his voice exactly like the man he is copying having heard it from a movie that one of the female Perfection scientists were watching once.

Isis was out and about, wandering the streets with no real goal in mind. She loved to walk the busy streets, it helped clear her head from all the stress life brings a person. Her red hair was lightly brushed by the wind and goosebumps rose on her arms, a moment later she felt a hand tapping her shoulder. She whirled around to face the possible threat, only to be briefly stunned by his good looks. She looked at him warily. "Do you know that I live in New York City? You may be good looking, but I am not going anywhere with you. If you have something to ask, you can do it right here." She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow at the guy. She wasn't stupid, she knew plenty of people ended up in trouble that way. She wasn't a super for no reason.

Death listens to what she has to say and nods, "Yes I know that but I also know you are a super hero and it has to do with that." He says in a hushed tone knowing most people with powers do not like them to be known for some odd reason. To him this a stupid idea, if you have the powers why not show them? But then again he has no say in this matter for Perfection tells him what he must do and that is it. "So, if you would please come with me to a more secluded place," he nods his head to the hidden ally behind them where if she wanted she could still run off or fight him away "and you would be able to leave if you wished, I just do not want people to be able to hear us." He says slowly walking into the ally backwards making sure she is following him and that he goes in first so that he is the one with his back to the wall and not her. He sighs softly wondering if she will even go along with this so that his job would be much easier, a simple punch to the head and she is unconcious yet if she doesn't go along with it. Well, then their will be difficulties of fights, things like that exactly.

Isis narrowed her eyes, she was distrusting him more and more as he spoke. "How the hell do you know that?" By now she just wanted to figure out what this guy was up to, she wasn't really interested in what he had to say. She wanted to know his intentions, and she was sure she would find out in that ally he was leading her towards. She silently cursed herself, it was a curiosity killed the cat moment, and she knew she was falling right for it.

She followed him slowly, keeping her distance. She stayed a constant fifteen feet away, giving herself some reaction time if she needed it. She stopped and folded her arms. "So, you know what I am and who I am. How? What is this important thing you have to discuss with me?" She was demanding answers, her distrust at a very high level. "Make it quick hot stuff." Her words were cold and snappy, she felt edgy in her situation.

Isis gave him a mocking smile, a grin creeping across her face to show her pearly whites. "That answers nothing for me! You are telling me nothing and expecting me to comply, you must surely think I am some sort of fool." She let a harsh laugh leave her lips. "I don't think you understand who you are dealing with." Her eyes opened wide for a moment as he changed into something quite frightening, but beyond that she showed little fear.

"You say they have taken an interest in me? Why? What would they do with me?" She shook her head. "I don't expect real answers from someone that only fetches for their masters." She met his red eyes and stared at him defiantly. "You think either way will be easy for you, you have another thing coming. I'm not going down without a fight. I'm sure I will enjoy watching you end up on the pavement instead."

Death smriks as the girl glares back at him and listens to what she says shaking his head. He smirks at the last thing though and cracks his nuckles letting his cloak fall of of him showing off all of his muscles and everything else to go along with his much, much, bigger than any human and some super human body. None of it on their is fat at all, all toned and worked to perfection in almost every single way. "You have made your choice Isis, now it is time for you to face me Project Death, the Hero Killer, the Destoyer." He says in his raspy, cold, russian voice which can frighten any and everyone who has any sense of fear. He cracks his nuckles and throws a bone shattering punch at the girl's gut attempting to knock the wind out of her and end this fight with this one super powerd punch. Though if it does not work he is always up for anyother options he can get his hands, or fists, on to get this job done.

Isis merely grinned as he spoke, she took a step back and prepared for what was probably going to be a painful fight. He looked to be one based only on brute strength, if she could play keep away, she would be fine until she could really take off. She felt goosebumps rise on her skin as he spoke, but did not give him the satisfaction of knowing her fear. She grinned into the fist that flew at her, her eyes flashing as a mental shield surrounded her, protecting her from the blow. She laughed and danced backwards, trying to avoid his reach and get out of the confines of the ally. Hopefully he had hurt himself by hitting her shield with such force, but she doubted it. "Nice try, maybe next time hot stuff."

Death frowns as he feels his fist slam into the shield then feels it dissolve as she backs away. 'Watch it Death, this one is tuff. We want her alive as well but this time make sure she is knocked out the right way...' Project Perfection tells him through the ear peace. He only simply nods and slams his foot down as hard as he can sending a shockwave through the ground that shakes the ground all around them attempting to knock Isis off balance and onto her feet. "You do not deserve my best, though I will kick this fight up a notche madem Isis. Hmm odd to think, two god references with our names. You with Isis the Egyptian Goddess of Knoledge and magic, and me a greek reference. Death the greek god of well, death." He says and then without waiting to see if the attakc worked or if she even reacted to what he said he runs over to her each step making a crunch in the asphalt as he gets withen five feet he jumps into the air and sends himself at her in a 'flying kick' like those used in the Karate style of martial arts which was etched into his system like almost every other fighting style known to mankind. If the kick conects to her he just simply stands up and walks back over to the unconsious body, though if it hits one of those damned shields she has will not be good at all.

The Destoyer readies himself for anything to happen though he immediately throws a punch straight at the girls gut not waiting to see what happens just wanting this fight over so he can bring her into Project Perfection. His face never changing no matter what he does, for the simple fact that he has no emotions at all, it was how this project was created. So that when the time came he could take down any and all advisaries he faced.

Isis watched him slam his foot onto the ground and knew this was not going to be good for her. The shockwave threw her on her back and she shook her head looking up in time to see him barreling at her, his words lost on her. "Of course, you just wanted to get me on my back, I should have known." She smirked and threw up her shield again as he flew at her.

As he hit, a brief flicker of energy could be seen as her shield broke and she felt the force of his fist in her gut. She rolled over and heaved for a second before pulling herself to her feet, doubled over in pain. She spat on the ground and lifter her head to look at her opponent. "That all you got?" With another dry heave, she fell to her knees again. She hoped her shield had done some damage to him, it didn't give her much time to heal, or be able to raise another shield. With a curse she scanned the ally and hoisted a dumpster with her mind and hurled it in the direction of her opponent, just wanting to give herself a little more time to recover some.

Death ignores the part about her on her back or whatever it is she was ranting about, honestly not caring about it at all. For him it means absolutely nothing at all, just silly banter from the girl trying to distract him. He mutters feeling the shield shatter underneath his foot hits one of her damned shields though besides that feeling nothing at all but a minor injury, nothing more than a paper cut or mysquito sting on his foot. He sees the dumpster coming at him and steps out of the way only to grab it with one hand and spin with it flinging it straight back at the girl knowing that it won't do much with that mind power, star wars force thing she just used but it will if anything work as a good distraction. A distraction for his bone shattering, building leveling punch, which he sneds flying out at the girl's gut attempting to knock the wind out of her. He then sends a quick round house kick at the girls' head just incase that doesn't do the work that he wants it to.

He was oblivious to her comment, not that it mattered any. Taunting didn't really seem to work on him very well. He didn't seem injured or phased from hitting her shield and she cried a defiant slur of nothing words at him, her anger flaring. He flung the dumpster back at her, and she caught it easily with her power, slamming it right in his path as he descended upon her once again. She scooted backwards, arm tight against her injured stomach as she tried to get out of the way of his destruction, her back now against the wall. She frantically tried to heal herself, her concentration faltering as she twinged in pain. Hopefully the dumpster halted him for just a minute, but Isis knew she was damn near finished.

Death snarls as the dumpster comes flying at him and he punches at right on back shaking his fist a little from the small annoyance he feels from it. He runs over to the girl his fist pulling backwards then realeasing at her head this time in an upercut attempting to essentialy punch the girl into the air where he will jump up after her and throw her down into the ground to knock her out. That is his plan of coarse, if it doesn't work he always has a simple back up plan. He groans blinking as he feels some slight after shock from the dumpster which he has no clue what happened to after he knocked it back at Isis, kinda like baseball. He smirks as the scientists from Perfection laugh reading his thoughts for the one talking to him now loves baseball as much as any other average american.

Isis gets to her feet a bit shakily, not quite paying attention to what happened with Death and the dumpster. She figured the two suited each other, and the thought brought quick smile to her lips. She lifter her head to see the dumpster headed right for her, her smile quickly falling. She threw it out of the way, sending it crashing sideways into the cement, she didn't see it land, her attention on The fist now seconds from her face. She had little time to react or prepare and she felt her jaw shatter as his fist connected, momentum taking her off the ground. Her eyes rolled back in pain, she wasn't out quite yet, but then again she hadn't even hit the ground yet.

Death smirks to himself grabbing the girl's face sending her flying down into the ground thanks to gravity. He smirks as he hears her jaw crack and then when they hit the ground her head going through the asphat shaking his head as he hears her breathing suddenly stop from the wind going out of her then the ever so slow, faint breathing of one who is either knocked out or sleeping. He shakes his head and picks her up and slings her over his shoulder making sure that she doesn't wake up as he carries her off to the white van that was waiting outside of the ally ready for the obvious end of the fight. He lays her down in the back of the vain as she is injected with some sorta thing that knocks her out much longer than what his punch and slam could have done. He cracks his head and turns into his 'normal human' appearance and walks away as if nothing was done wanting something to eat, knowing this only because of the grumbling sound emmeting from his stomach which is obvious as what it is, for honestly what else could it mean.