( Rated T for violence)
11:00 a.m.
Matthew Murdock had put on a nice suit, mind fixated on the message on the mirror. He wouldn't be late, in fact justice will come quite early. The thing this killer left out was where. Where was this going to happen? It was all a mystery. A very strange Mystery. Police took positions around the area. knowing something was going to happen, something big. At first Matt's thoughts where that his sonar didn't pick up the rest of the message, something had to be wrong. He grabbed his cain and stepped out the front door of his apartment. He heard the police radios, they surveyed on rooftops, windows, alleyways. Almost the whole force. Matt proceeded to walk, with his eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. The skies where cloudy, most likely going to rain later in the evening. He knew it would be an advantage to find the killer. Murdock proceeded to walk to the courtroom, knowing he was late.
His feet stepped through the doorway, and the judge snarled. Matthew's client looked at him, with eyes narrowed. "Mr. Murdock, glad you could make it." The judge spook, coldly. His client was a young girl, around her twenty's, and had lost her older brother during the week. During the series of Murder's. Wilson Fisk sat on the left hand side of the room, with his lawyer by his side. Wilson Fisk's heartbeat, and broken arm was helped to be detected by Matthew's sonar. e growled under his breath, and sat beside his client. "Your client, Wilson Fisk charged of the series of deaths that have been taking place in the past weeks. Is that Correct?" The judge speaks in Fisk's direction, as he roar of an angry crowd outside is heard, shouting "Kill him!". Police fired into the air trying to calm the civilians, which did not work. A riot broke out, many rushed through the doors opening fire upon this man, Wilson Fisk. Matthew thinks of whether to let Fisk die, die for the things he has done in the past, or let him live, because he isn't responsible for these deaths. Matt knew that. The sound of the bullet in the revolver loading was heard, the man applied pressure to the trigger, and the bullet raced out of the barrel. Matthew leaped across the room, tackling Fisk, with the bullet zooming above them into the wall. Another shot was fired, but not by the angry civilian, by an officer, by the name of Patrick Mulligan. The man fell to the ground, after being shot in the leg, and the officer proceeded to place handcuffs over his wrists. The officer rewarded Matt for his effort to save Wilson Fisk.
Back at Matthew's apartment
Matt through down his cain, letting out a loud noise, giving a whole analyses of the apartment. He sighed, knowing he should have let him die. Fisk may not of been guilty for this crime, but in many others he has. He seated himself on the couch, grabbing the remote, and activating the Television, listening to the news. "Another Gang lord was found dead, just outside this very church, he seemed to have suffered from a fall, as the killer struck again?" The reporter spoke, and Matt shut off the television. Now the feeling of him piling up more deaths raced through his brain, that he is no better then this man. The sound of police discussing who the target is was heard through his ears, and that it may be the Kingpin.
1:00 p.m.
The riot had cooed down, and people where required to stay in there homes. The rain had know been scheduled for one hour in Matt's mind, and made things even better.He heard it ready, ready to drop down over Hell's Kitchen. He rested his eyes, knowing he had to rest, had to rest for what was going to come. In his sleep, a dream was imagined, a dream of death, murder, and bloodshed, all very similar to the whole week. And then, from the darkness emerged Elektra. Matt raced towards her with a bright smile, and her with the same expression. "Your back..." Matt spoke in the dream. Suddenly a sai impaled his chest, and he let out a scream in pain, as she spoke into his ear. "I know." It repeated, over and over, the same dream, the same Nightmare.
4:00
His eyes opened, inhaling a deep breath, the sound of rain making everything alert in his mind, a bullet speeding along rooftops was heard, then the sound of a voice, coming from officer Patrick Mulligan. "Daredevil? Daredevil, has just attempted to murder two officers, John is down, I repeat John is down!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Log in to comment