Matt Murdock [Daredevil] (
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The Man without Fear learns what fear is: OTA Arrival
Matt stood at Ben Urich's grave trying to feel anything, but rage. First Elena and now Ben had gotten caught in the web of Wilson Fisk and suffered for it. He wanted to go after Fisk right at this moment and rip the man apart for everything he'd done, but that had gone so well the last time that Matt was still healing from the wounds he'd gotten from that clash. It didn't stop Matt from wanting to kill in the name of those he lost and his fists clench inside his gloves even as Karen walks up to comfort him. He doesn't feel her gentle hand on his arm and doesn't react when she steps close.
He doesn't want comfort right now, he wants justice. Comfort feels like nothing, but empty words and empty gestures. Justice though is hot and fast and would settle his mind and save his city. He's ready to go and burn down everything Fisk has ever made before Fisk can get his fingers in more of Hell's Kitchen's pies. He turns to head back to the office and that's when everything changes.
Suddenly Matt is surrounded by heartbeats too strange to be real. Some have double the sound and others skip and still others have a deepness that cannot be human. He takes a step forward and is now overwhelmed with voices and smells he's never encountered before. His normal steady gait falters and he falls to the ground with a soft grunt. Where there had been firm ground there was now carpet. What the hell had just happened to him?
He tries to push himself up, but the noise and smell continue to over whelm him and he can't figure out how to center himself. Never one to ask for help if he doesn't need it, Matt calls out into the noise. "Please someone help me? Where am I?"
He doesn't want comfort right now, he wants justice. Comfort feels like nothing, but empty words and empty gestures. Justice though is hot and fast and would settle his mind and save his city. He's ready to go and burn down everything Fisk has ever made before Fisk can get his fingers in more of Hell's Kitchen's pies. He turns to head back to the office and that's when everything changes.
Suddenly Matt is surrounded by heartbeats too strange to be real. Some have double the sound and others skip and still others have a deepness that cannot be human. He takes a step forward and is now overwhelmed with voices and smells he's never encountered before. His normal steady gait falters and he falls to the ground with a soft grunt. Where there had been firm ground there was now carpet. What the hell had just happened to him?
He tries to push himself up, but the noise and smell continue to over whelm him and he can't figure out how to center himself. Never one to ask for help if he doesn't need it, Matt calls out into the noise. "Please someone help me? Where am I?"
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"I have no idea who that is, but if his name sounds as badass as he does then I guess it's good that you're here and no where near him anymore," Matt says.
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"I need some down time," Matt says with a nod, "some friends of mine got mixed in my mess and they died. I'm trying to grieve, but it's hard I keep wanting to go after the guy who killed them."
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Matt smiles and nods. "Yes I did," he says, "it's like fate me meeting you first thing. God does work in mysterious ways doesn't he?"
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"I like to think so," Matt says with a nod, "a friend of mine is always saying I find what I need just when I need it."
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