Matt Murdock
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Daredevil - The Man Without Fear
Matt Murdock stared at his reflection in the mirror in his bathroom. He couldn't see the colors, or his facial expression, but he knew he wasn't pleased.
It was a trick. Daredevil thought. A stupid trick and you fell for it. You made a deal with the Devil and you hoped you wouldn't get burned. Pathetic.
It was for Foggy.
Somehow, that argument, that simple statement from Matthew Michael Murdock inside of his own thoughts, negated whatever the Daredevil inside of him would charge.
It was for Foggy.
Murdock meandered out of his bathroom and into the kitchen. He turned on the stove, hoping to make himself a bowl of soup. Running his hand over the burning coil, he felt the hot air running along his fingertips.
"Way to go, Murdock." He muttered to himself.
The lawyer in him couldn't see a way out, he had made a deal with Mephisto, and the only way out of his binding with Set was death.
Murdock didn't see any way out.
Daredevil did.
He carefully ran his hand along the outside of the coils on the stove, feeling each of the housings that held the coils.
Seemingly for no reason, he pressed the whole of his hand onto the stove and felt his flesh begin to melt. It burned, and it was all Daredevil could do not to scream, but he kept his hand pressed firmly on the grill. He felt the agony, and he felt his skin seeping into the coil, but he held his hand fast. He did the same to his other hand, ignoring the blood dripping from his hands.
Daredevil quietly held his hands to chest as he turned oun the shower. Within a few moments, the bleeding on his hands had stopped, though they were still incredibly tender. As he found his favorite suit in his closet, Daredevil felt a nagging doubt about what he was doing.
He brushed it off as the fear and anger of Set, vocalizing itself as his own emotions.
This comforted him.
Daredevil stepped out of his apartment, without even bothering to lock the door, and headed down the stairs.
After walking a few blocks, Daredevil came to the massive, oak doors of his church. The priest was used to Daredevil's, or Murdock's, late-night stops at confessional, tonight was no different, and the priest was dusting the altar when Daredevil entered.
"Ah, Mattchew, what can I do for you?" The priest said happily.
Murdock didn't share his demeanor.
"Forgive me father, for I shall sin."
Those were the only words he dared to speak in a house of God, and, with that, pivoted on his dress shoes and left, leaving the priest to stare on in confusion and worry. The priest's grip loosed on the duster, and it fell to the floor with a clang. When the sound reached his sensitive ears, Murdock was already half a block away, heading for the Hospital.
As he entered the automatic doors, Murdock passed by a nurse's station without even stopping to check-in. Through the uproar of a few angered, by-the-book women, Murdock pressed on.
With a graceful push, he entered the dim room of his legal partner, and his best friend.
Daredevil couldn't tell how long he stood at the end of Foggy's bed, letting the beeps from Nelson's heart monitor wash over him and illuminate the room like waves on a beach.
He felt himself smirk, remembering when the pair had opened their practice.
It was a trick. Daredevil thought. A stupid trick and you fell for it. You made a deal with the Devil and you hoped you wouldn't get burned. Pathetic.
It was for Foggy.
Somehow, that argument, that simple statement from Matthew Michael Murdock inside of his own thoughts, negated whatever the Daredevil inside of him would charge.
It was for Foggy.
Murdock meandered out of his bathroom and into the kitchen. He turned on the stove, hoping to make himself a bowl of soup. Running his hand over the burning coil, he felt the hot air running along his fingertips.
"Way to go, Murdock." He muttered to himself.
The lawyer in him couldn't see a way out, he had made a deal with Mephisto, and the only way out of his binding with Set was death.
Murdock didn't see any way out.
Daredevil did.
He carefully ran his hand along the outside of the coils on the stove, feeling each of the housings that held the coils.
Seemingly for no reason, he pressed the whole of his hand onto the stove and felt his flesh begin to melt. It burned, and it was all Daredevil could do not to scream, but he kept his hand pressed firmly on the grill. He felt the agony, and he felt his skin seeping into the coil, but he held his hand fast. He did the same to his other hand, ignoring the blood dripping from his hands.
Daredevil quietly held his hands to chest as he turned oun the shower. Within a few moments, the bleeding on his hands had stopped, though they were still incredibly tender. As he found his favorite suit in his closet, Daredevil felt a nagging doubt about what he was doing.
He brushed it off as the fear and anger of Set, vocalizing itself as his own emotions.
This comforted him.
Daredevil stepped out of his apartment, without even bothering to lock the door, and headed down the stairs.
After walking a few blocks, Daredevil came to the massive, oak doors of his church. The priest was used to Daredevil's, or Murdock's, late-night stops at confessional, tonight was no different, and the priest was dusting the altar when Daredevil entered.
"Ah, Mattchew, what can I do for you?" The priest said happily.
Murdock didn't share his demeanor.
"Forgive me father, for I shall sin."
Those were the only words he dared to speak in a house of God, and, with that, pivoted on his dress shoes and left, leaving the priest to stare on in confusion and worry. The priest's grip loosed on the duster, and it fell to the floor with a clang. When the sound reached his sensitive ears, Murdock was already half a block away, heading for the Hospital.
As he entered the automatic doors, Murdock passed by a nurse's station without even stopping to check-in. Through the uproar of a few angered, by-the-book women, Murdock pressed on.
With a graceful push, he entered the dim room of his legal partner, and his best friend.
Daredevil couldn't tell how long he stood at the end of Foggy's bed, letting the beeps from Nelson's heart monitor wash over him and illuminate the room like waves on a beach.
He felt himself smirk, remembering when the pair had opened their practice.
Nelson and Murdock
Attorneys At Law
Attorneys At Law
For a moment, Daredevil was gone, and Matt Murdock himself was staring at his best friend, lying asleep.
"I'll be back soon, I promise." Murdock said, patting his friend's hand.
With that, he was gone, out of the hospital and back on the streets.
As he paced along the empty roads and sidewalks, headed straight for his apartment, Murdock heard the clattering sound of a knife fight.
No...
A mugging.
"One more time?" He asked Hell's Kitchen.
"One more time." Daredevil said, smirking.
Now his footsteps grew faster, and he headed straight for the mugging.
A young man, probably walking home from work, was being robbed at knife point by another man in an alleyway.
Murdock's frame soon made it's way next to the two men.
"Let him go." Daredevil growled.
"'ey, man. This ain't your concern." The robber said, brandishing the knife in the blind man's face. "Take a hike, blindy."
Daredevil nodded to himself quietly, and snapped his cane into the man's kneecap.
"Now."
The robber grew infuriated and lunged at Daredevil. Instead of fighting back, he let the mugger land on him, giving the victim time to escape.
The knife slashed Daredevil's face several times, and he felt blood pour of his cheeks.
With a well-placed jab of his billy club, the knife was gone, leaving the beating to commence with fists.
As his teeth cracked, and his bones broke, Daredevil didn't fight back.
He was the Man Without Fear... with or without a horned mask.
The punches stopped, eventually, as the assailant lay panting over Daredevil.
Every muscle in his face grew taught and contorted as he realized what he'd done. Puddles splashed and the alleyway grew quiet as the man sprinted away, hoping to elude capture.
Daredevil heaved himself along the streets, barely able to stand.
As the door to his apartment swung open, Daredevil collapsed onto his wooden floor, disregarding the trail of blood behind him. Barely breathing, barely alive, he made his way to the bedroom, where he pulled himself onto his bed. Rolling painfully over onto his side, he slid open his nightstand and pulled out a small object, clutching it tightly to his chest.
Mephisto thought he'd won.
He'd made a deal with the Devil.
He should've know that he made a deal with a Man Without Fear, as well.
Drawing the object up next to his head on his pillow, Daredevil panted silently.
If Mephisto wanted to use him in whatever catastrophic event was on its way, he would be sorely disappointed.
"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... I shall fear no evil." Daredevil growled, sniffing globs of blood up his nose.
"For thou art with me." Murdock finished, with a resolve he'd never felt before.
If Mephisto wanted to use Daredevil, he'd have to get through Matthew Michael Murdock first.
He smiled quietly to himself, despite Set's silent and determined protests.
The object pressed against his temple glistened in the moonlight, as clouds and a thunderstorm swept over the city.
He just pulled the trigger.
BLAM!
"I'll be back soon, I promise." Murdock said, patting his friend's hand.
With that, he was gone, out of the hospital and back on the streets.
As he paced along the empty roads and sidewalks, headed straight for his apartment, Murdock heard the clattering sound of a knife fight.
No...
A mugging.
"One more time?" He asked Hell's Kitchen.
"One more time." Daredevil said, smirking.
Now his footsteps grew faster, and he headed straight for the mugging.
A young man, probably walking home from work, was being robbed at knife point by another man in an alleyway.
Murdock's frame soon made it's way next to the two men.
"Let him go." Daredevil growled.
"'ey, man. This ain't your concern." The robber said, brandishing the knife in the blind man's face. "Take a hike, blindy."
Daredevil nodded to himself quietly, and snapped his cane into the man's kneecap.
"Now."
The robber grew infuriated and lunged at Daredevil. Instead of fighting back, he let the mugger land on him, giving the victim time to escape.
The knife slashed Daredevil's face several times, and he felt blood pour of his cheeks.
With a well-placed jab of his billy club, the knife was gone, leaving the beating to commence with fists.
As his teeth cracked, and his bones broke, Daredevil didn't fight back.
He was the Man Without Fear... with or without a horned mask.
The punches stopped, eventually, as the assailant lay panting over Daredevil.
Every muscle in his face grew taught and contorted as he realized what he'd done. Puddles splashed and the alleyway grew quiet as the man sprinted away, hoping to elude capture.
Daredevil heaved himself along the streets, barely able to stand.
As the door to his apartment swung open, Daredevil collapsed onto his wooden floor, disregarding the trail of blood behind him. Barely breathing, barely alive, he made his way to the bedroom, where he pulled himself onto his bed. Rolling painfully over onto his side, he slid open his nightstand and pulled out a small object, clutching it tightly to his chest.
Mephisto thought he'd won.
He'd made a deal with the Devil.
He should've know that he made a deal with a Man Without Fear, as well.
Drawing the object up next to his head on his pillow, Daredevil panted silently.
If Mephisto wanted to use him in whatever catastrophic event was on its way, he would be sorely disappointed.
"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... I shall fear no evil." Daredevil growled, sniffing globs of blood up his nose.
"For thou art with me." Murdock finished, with a resolve he'd never felt before.
If Mephisto wanted to use Daredevil, he'd have to get through Matthew Michael Murdock first.
He smiled quietly to himself, despite Set's silent and determined protests.
The object pressed against his temple glistened in the moonlight, as clouds and a thunderstorm swept over the city.
He just pulled the trigger.
BLAM!