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Daredevil, Season Two: Part Four - Deliverance (Phase Two of Two)
BREEP.
BREEP.
BREEP.
Pausing in the doorway to the lab, the vigilante glanced at his cell phone; the caller identity setting erected a picture of a beautiful blonde, her rouged lips curved upwards in a smile. Accepting the call, he pressed the phone to his ear and listened intently as Karen Page desperately demanded that he come to her apartment. Before he could respond, Page cut the line. Bemused, Daredevil slipped the phone away and glanced back to Reed.
"Actually, Mr Richards," he interjected, "I'd better get going. I have...business to deal with."
Not awaiting an answer, he turned on his heels and darted through the tunnel, ascending the staircase in seconds and emerging onto the roof. By the time he hurled his costumed self from the edge and drew his billy club to grapple anything in his immediate vicinity, he was out of rbeath. Karen had sounded panicked...what could be so urgent that the unwithering Miss Page could be scared of?
Daredevil, Season Two: Part Five - Defense (Phase One)
Crimson waves of sound and lights beamed across the darkness ahead. A haunting visual. But he flew into it without fear, desperate to answer the call for help that Miss Page had placed upon him. Usually, the caller's identity would not be of such importance to him. He didn't discriminate. After all,
justice didn't discriminate. But the fact that it was Karen Page's panicked voice on the other end of that line, and no one else's, made Daredevil feel as if it was much more demanding of his aid.
As he unrelentlessly raced among the skies and rooftops of the section of New York known to many as simply "Hell's Kitchen", Daredevil was reminded of the last time he had felt this obligated to come to someone's rescue. His father... The boxer. He had heard the gunshot long before the police would ever arrive on the scene. But what he didn't hear was Jack Murdock's heartbeat. That moment had drove him to serving the greater good. Now it was time to see if he still remained loyal to that vow.
Arriving to the area across from Karen's apartment, Daredevil landed ontop of the rooftop. His landing made an imprint, illuminating the street ahead in his radar. It revealed much to him. Moreso than what any normal human could contemplate. There was a car below him, about 17 feet downwards. Beneath it was a sewer rat, knawing it's way into the tire. 3 blocks away, a young boy had just dropped a rubber basketball onto the ground. In the building he stood upon, on the bottom floor, the landlord of the building was complaining about someone's missed rent payment.
Howevever, Daredevil's focus was immediatley shifted, upon hearing another sound. The scream of a woman. More importantly, Miss Page. He recognised the voice anywhere... He heard it everyday within his office at the Law Firm of Nelson and Murdock. But Daredevil doubted he was the only one that heard it, it had been so loud. Just the only one brave enough within the area to do anything about it.
Shooting the grapple of his billy club at the top of the opposite building, Daredevil attached the other end to the ledge infront of him. Taking out the other club from it's holster, Daredevil placed it onto the cord of the grapple, and grabbed on with both hands. With a heaving of his legs, Daredevil vaulted forward, sliding his way across the street and to Miss Page's balcony. Kneeling low and into the shadows, Daredevil paused as he let his radar assess the situation.
Two individuals were on the opposite side of Karen's door. Karen herself remained hidden behind the couch to the far right of the room, obviously upset. Her heart rate was faster than normal. Daredevil focused his senses on the two individuals, who were proceeding to break down Miss Page's door. One was tall. Male. His internal organs suffering from years of alcohol abuse. The other was shorter. But stronger, as evidenced by the damage to the door. His poison was substance, not alcohol. Either way, he'd be more trouble than the other. Which meant he had to be dealt with first.
Daredevil raised his head as the door finally gave way, inside. Karen let out a small shriek as the two men entered her apartment. He could already feel the metal within the taller one's coat. He was armed. The other wasn't. Making it harder to determine who would be the first priority. Daredevil listened in, as the men stepped towards Karen.
"You got alota nerve, babe. Holdin' out on your fees like that. Nobody does that and lives."
"Yeah. What the hell do you think we are, a free clinic? That stuff doesn't come cheap."
Daredevil gritted his teeth as he felt the hand of the shorter one reach out, and grab Karen by the hair, making her cry out in pain. All the while silently telling himself that he had to wait for the right moment. But his emotions were beginning to clash with his common sense, as the attack went on. Throwing Karen onto the couch, the bigger one's mouth curved up into a grin.
"Hey, Joey. I say we have a little fun while we're here. Know what I'm sayin'?"
"Jesus, Is that all you think about? We got orders."
"Hey, our orders didn't say we couldn't have a lil' fun before we did the deed."
Daredevil grasped his billy clubs. The moment was drawing near. He could feel it in his veins, even without the aid of his heightened senses.
"Hmm... You got a point. Alright. Hold her down. And keep her quiet."
The individual that held the struggling Karen in his grasp complied, placing his mouth over her's in attempt to mask her cries for help. The other man reached forward, pulling at the button on Miss Page's jeans. This very situation was a common occurance among the rampant crimes in Hell's Kitchen. He had been confronted with it nearly a dozen times. Thankfully, he had also managed to put a stop to them all. And this
definatley wasn't going to be an exception.
The moment Karen's jeans slid to her feet, a nearly unseen object flew into the room at an inhuman, but precised speed. It bounced off of the ceiling, grabbing the three's attention, before it hit the smaller man right in the nose, breaking it upon impact. As the punk grabbed his face in pain, the object bounced off of the ground, before coming to a halt. Into the hands of a Devil. The attacker's eyes simultaneously went wide, viewing the figure who had suddenly appeared into the room, infront of the broken doorway.
"Drop her. Now."
Almost instantly, Daredevil felt the taller man reach for the gun within his jacket, dropping Karen to the floor. As she scrambled to get as far away from the three men in the room as she possibly could, while pulling her jeans back up, Daredevil turned to the shorter man, who charged him.
"You got alot of ner-"
Daredevil quickly ended the repeat of the man's threat with a spinning kick that connected to his face. The thug dropped, crying out in agony as Daredevil proceeded to step on his broken nose, applying even more pressure to the wound. Turning his head up, Daredevil heard the barrel of a gun spin, loading a bullet into the chamber. Ducking long before the thug even managed to pull the the trigger, Daredevil rolled forward as the bullet impacted the wall behind him. Outstretching his leg, Daredevil tripped the armed thug, making him hit the ground, skull first.
Getting to his feet, Daredevil sprung forward, grabbing the taller male by the throat and slamming his skull back into the floor, Daredevil pretended to peer down at him. The thug's heartbeat increased immensely.
"If you value your pathetic life, stay out of the Kitchen. Especially here."
The thug was about to grab his gun and shoot again, but then, he witnessed something remarkable. Behind Daredevil, his accomplice rose to his feet, grabbed one of the broken shards of wood from the door, and attempted to impale Daredevil with it from behind. But before he could get within an inch of him, Daredevil elbowed the thug in the gut, before slamming his knuckles into the male's nose, finally knocking him cold to the ground. By that time, the tall thug decided it wouldn't be worth it.
"Got that?", Daredevil asked, in a stern tone.
The thug nodded, before being rendered unconcious due to another headslam into the wooden floor. Daredevil rose, no longer feeling the movements of either. But he did, however, feel the movements of the person behind him, who was armed with a baseball bat. Daredevil, without even turning his head, grabbed the bat from behind before it slammed into him.
"Your welcome.", Daredevil said, an eyebrow raised under his mask as he turned to the frightened Karen.
"Who... Who are..."
Daredevil found himself in an odd position, suddenly. He knew Karen previously. But this had been the first time she had seen Daredevil upclose, in costume. He now had to pretend he had never crossed her path. Which he did accordingly.
"They call me The Daredevil.", He responded, before turning back to the unconcious attackers.
"Why did they attack you?"
He felt Karen's heartbeat calm, but then rise again as she spoke.
"I-I don't know."
She was... lying to him. Part of Daredevil dreaded that. The other part of him grew curious as to why.
"You don't have to lie to me, Miss Page."
Karen's eyes widened, hearing that.
"How did you know my name?"
Daredevil's eyes widened as he realised he had said too much. Far too much.
Damn it. Get out of there now, Matt.
Leaping to the window, Daredevil unhooked his club from the balcony, and swung across, into the night, leaving Karen by herself. He'd go to call the police. But he found himself hesitant, as he still thought of how she had lied to him. What could she have possibly needed to be dishonest with him about?