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The Devil's Due Part 2.1
(Anonymous) 2015-07-11 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)“Hm.”
The door creaked open another inch, Karen’s concerned face peaking around the edge. “There’s nothing urgent is there? I thought I had color-coded everything, and that tab looks suspiciously green. As in, doesn’t need to be done until tomorrow.”
“Yeah, just thought I’d get ahead. Less chance of having to burn the midnight oil tomorrow if I finish my work today.”
He both did and didn’t want her to press. Half of him was hoping Karen would catch the rawness in his voice and push through the door to sit with him, ask what was wrong and did he want to talk about it? No, he didn’t, but the question might divert him for a few minutes.
A civil suit like this shouldn’t have taken him more than a few hours at the most, but again and again he found himself re-reading the papers, not a single word absorbed. He stayed because he could not bear to be alone. It was comfort enough having another warm body in the room next door, a friend that wouldn’t press.
“We should walk home together,” Karen pressed, stepping just a little farther into the room to peer closely at him.
A convincing poker face was not one of Foggy Nelson’s gifts but he gave it his best shot nonetheless. “I can walk you back.” He didn’t want to, since he had struck his deal everything in the city seemed to have grown more faded. The lights no longer as bright as they used to be, darkness gathering thick in corners that once would have been flooded with their comforting rays. It was his imagination, he knew, but that made it no less unsettling.
“But you’re not going home.” Karen finished, folding her arms disapprovingly.
“Not yet.” Not tonight.
“We got him, Foggy, he’s not getting out for years.”
“What?” Oh, right. The Addict. That was his name in Foggy’s mind, giving him any other would have reminded him that there were far more effective means of ensuring the man never walked free. He smiled, a pale imitation of one at least, “I know, but it doesn’t really fix anything, does it?”
“We know he won’t do it again. I think that’s fixing something.”
A noncommittal grunt was his only answer, fatigue suddenly weighing heavily on his eyelids. Perhaps with Karen there to keep him diverted he wouldn’t notice the prickling between his shoulder blades, that faint but pressing feeling that he was being watched. Or more accurately, stalked.
“All right, good. Fine. Home.” Home to an apartment where he woke up each morning to find the clock flashing on the microwave, evidence that the power had gone out the night before. Once or twice he might have discounted, but every morning now he woke up knowing it would have to be reset. His neighbors had no such issues; he had made a point of cornering all of them to ask. The answer was plain: his was the only apartment on the fritz.
Coincidentally he was also the only one in the building stupid enough to have given the Devil his hair, the only one stupid enough to have dealt with the Devil at all.
Then again, he was also the only one on his floor with blond hair, and the only one that didn’t own a TV, and the only attorney in the building. He was grasping at straws, but if that kept him calm who would object?
It didn’t help that for the first time in nearly three months his mother had called, pressing him for details about his office and his charming secretary, were he and Karen finally going to ‘step out’ together? Oh yes, and father Lanthom had called; he was worried too, and didn’t he feel even the slightest bit guilty about that?
It had left Foggy with the creeping feeling that he might be more at ease if he started frequenting the church again. Ten years worth of sin was a lot to confess by anyone’s count, but he had always found father Lanthom more forgiving than most. There was an earthly quality to him that Foggy had found lacking in his colleagues. If anyone would understand what he had done it would be Lanthom.
Nearly eleven. The church was probably closed and barred, but since he was in no hurry to be home anyway-
“Let’s go.”
Karen grinned at his renewed enthusiasm, the spark in his eyes that had been absent this past week. This was the man she knew, the one that had tossed a promising career at a bustling firm under the bus in favor of opening a firm that had not once made a profit in their year together. The one that had stepped out to help an aging woman keep her home, and offered everything he had when she lost not only that but her life. Finally their old rhythm was returning.
She took his arm when it was offered, completely unaware of the way her eyes skittered away from the corner as the light flicked off, almost as though compelled. Foggy looked though, glanced and froze when he caught a flicker of movement in the corner of his vision as though the dimness was twisting and churning into an all-too familiar shape-
He looked ahead, clamping a protective hand on Karen’s arm, denying what he thought he had seen. “I’m thinking we should take the long way. It’ll clear our heads.”
“Any chance of coming in late tomorrow?”
“Not like we have anything pressing. Call it nine-ish.”
“Long way it is.”
It was a humble office, floorboards that creaked beneath his feet, the scent of too-dry wood almost overpowering. The desk beneath his fingertips was worn down in the center, poorly balanced and perched atop a magazine to prevent its rocking. The secretary’s- Karen’s- desk was nearly as bad with the way its drawers groaned and resisted opening. Even with the two of them reporting for work six days a week there was still the faintest smell of disuse about it.
It was soothing the way this building resisted change. It welcomed the old things like him; the things that didn’t quite fit into the city’s bustle and heavy trudge toward modernity. Better yet, the dim lights allowed him to gather his darkness near. It was always just there beneath the floorboards or a decrepit desk, hidden in the cabinets and the tiny closet that Nelson never used for reasons even he didn’t comprehend. This too was an older sort of darkness, and Matt could feel the whisper of its secrets against his skin.
Foggy fought it though, the shadows here rested lighter on him than in some other parts of the building; they were eager for Matt to leave, almost willing him to. It was a rare experience, one that he had only ever encountered that last night at St. Agnes’. This room did not want to surrender its secrecy, and for all that it welcomed the ancient spirit in him, it resisted the humanity. Here at least the darkness was not quite his ally, always shifting away, always trying to catch an unwary eye and give warning to the office’s occupants.
Perhaps that was why Matt found himself lingering each night, growing accustomed to its treachery, each night his shield a little easier to pierce. Foggy and Karen had seen him tonight, but he was certain only Foggy would remember it. It was inevitable though, that the part of Nelson he had taken should draw them together. Was that not its purpose?
He released his darkness, his shield, watching as it almost visibly recoiled from him, leaving him in a dimness like twilight whilst all around him he sensed a blackness dark as pitch. Matt delighted in the novelty of it, even as he felt the spirit roil with offense and frustration. The Devil and the void did not come hand in hand; he wondered what deal had been struck to make it his domain and half-tamed servant.
Only ever half-tame. The Devil forgot that sometimes. Matt Murdock never did.
He rested a moment longer, learning the feel of aged wood against his fingertips, the fading smell of the perfume Karen preferred and the pervasive scent of starch and linen that was the only one Foggy would deign to wear. The only one that did not offend Matt when it struck him. Tomorrow morning at nine he would present himself again, this time in the light and open where Foggy would feel safest, and he would offer a new deal. Not a soul, no, but something a great deal heavier and more binding than a few strands of hair.
Blood he thought, no more than a drop to seal their pact and still more than Nelson would be comfortable offering. But what wouldn’t he give to know the name of the man responsible for the path the city was taking? His faithful bloodhound at the police station would be all too pleased to dig for more evidence, and neither one of them would find anything worth having.
But Wesley, with his eyes and ears spread throughout the city to rival the Devil himself, would take note. He would deal with the new threat ruthlessly and expediently.
Pity Foggy didn’t know what Karen was up to in her free hours. Matt would be sure to tell him, right after he had secured Karen’s cooperation. A taste for danger was the very least of the secrets she was keeping from her friend, from her boss. What she had, he didn’t know but it ate at her day and night until he could never be sure whether she would be dull or bright come morning. With each passing day, the dull embers grew less with exposure to Foggy. He had a way of keeping every soul bound to his burning, turning dross to gold.
The spirit in him stirred again, sensing an opportunity no doubt. Matt surrendered himself to it and in the next moment, he was gone.
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And now the fun starts. :P
Re: The Devil's Due Part 2.1
(Anonymous) 2015-07-12 01:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: The Devil's Due Part 2.1
(Anonymous) 2015-07-18 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: The Devil's Due Part 2.1
(Anonymous) 2015-07-12 07:05 am (UTC)(link)http://static.carthrottle.com/workspace/uploads/articles/praying-540894e3510b9.gif
I love and hate when this happens, when the evil eprson is good at it's job that evrything works in it's favor. The devil wants Foggy's soul and he wont stop at anything to get it,.
He will manipulate and play his card till the only left on Foggy is his broken soul and the devil will win and i will be pissed and excited at the same time
Re: The Devil's Due Part 2.1
(Anonymous) 2015-07-18 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)Foggy's not all played out yet, he's going to give Matt a much harder time than he's expecting. But yes, the Devil always wins, prepare yourself accordingly. :P
Re: The Devil's Due Part 2.1
(Anonymous) 2015-07-13 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)--- :O Is this actually just his imagination, or an effect of striking a deal?
Once or twice he might have discounted, but every morning now he woke up knowing it would have to be reset. His neighbors had no such issues; he had made a point of cornering all of them to ask. The answer was plain: his was the only apartment on the fritz.
--- O____O
This room did not want to surrender its secrecy, and for all that it welcomed the ancient spirit in him, it resisted the humanity.
--- Ooooh...
Here at least the darkness was not quite his ally, always shifting away, always trying to catch an unwary eye and give warning to the office’s occupants.
--- Your writing is SO INTERESTING. And so, SO delicious.
Pity Foggy didn’t know what Karen was up to in her free hours. Matt would be sure to tell him, right after he had secured Karen’s cooperation.
--- DUN DUN DUUUN...
With each passing day, the dull embers grew less with exposure to Foggy. He had a way of keeping every soul bound to his burning, turning dross to gold.
--- ♥
Re: The Devil's Due Part 2.1
(Anonymous) 2015-07-18 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)Glad you're enjoying ^.^