He ran back into the house, going into his bedroom and pulling out Daredevil - the mask he wore, the mask he needed in order to survive.
"Matt, what the hell?" asked Karen. He turned and realized that she was sitting on his bed with Frank. Their bodies were close together, as if they had been talking in whispers. "What are you doing?"
"There's a girl," Matt said. "She's been hurt, and someone's trying to get her. I need to be there."
"Just go."
Matt had, over the past year, mastered the ability to transform himself into Daredevil in moments. He was keenly aware of what was happening next to him, though. Frank was rocking a bit, shaky and then looked over at Karen.
As Matt was rushing out the door, Frank murmured to Karen, "I guess he's still off trying to save the world. It's not gonna work..."
Those words were discouraging at best.
Matt ignored them, however, and moved as fast as he could. He darted down the connecting path of alleyways that made up his home. He was almost thankful for the emergency, as it cleared his mind and allowed him to just act. Matt liked it better at times when he could act - not think. Action was easier and had a clearer path. Action made something that resembled sense.
He darted towards them, grabbing the man from his left and pulling him, dragging him to the floor. The man hit the ground, scraping against the concrete.
"What do you want with the girl?" Matt growled.
The man turned on him and gripped him around the neck. Matt was surprised by the swiftness of his movement.
"Maybe you were the target all along," he snarled. "Killed one of the bosses' people and now he wants you dead. Imagine if I could be the one to do it."
Matt struggled against him, flipping him back, but the man was particularly sturdy. He took what he could from the sounds and smells all around him. The man was young, afraid, but ambitious. He had planned this in order to get the jump on Daredevil himself.
He was an idiot.
"I didn't kill anyone," he gasped out, lost in the fight. Everything moved so fast, and his words were the only thing that came out slow. "I don't kill..."
"His right hand man died in the hospital!" yelled the assailant. "He died of a brain bleed and with him died too many of the big man's secrets."
Distressed at the idea he might have killed someone, Matt froze. His entire body just froze up and that gave his attacker the upper hand. He got Matt around the throat.
The gunshot rang out and he fell flat on the ground. It was a headshot. He was dead.
Frank stood looking at him with a terrified expression.
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A girl.
Alone. Someone near her fell... was shot?
He ran back into the house, going into his bedroom and pulling out Daredevil - the mask he wore, the mask he needed in order to survive.
"Matt, what the hell?" asked Karen. He turned and realized that she was sitting on his bed with Frank. Their bodies were close together, as if they had been talking in whispers. "What are you doing?"
"There's a girl," Matt said. "She's been hurt, and someone's trying to get her. I need to be there."
"Just go."
Matt had, over the past year, mastered the ability to transform himself into Daredevil in moments. He was keenly aware of what was happening next to him, though. Frank was rocking a bit, shaky and then looked over at Karen.
As Matt was rushing out the door, Frank murmured to Karen, "I guess he's still off trying to save the world. It's not gonna work..."
Those words were discouraging at best.
Matt ignored them, however, and moved as fast as he could. He darted down the connecting path of alleyways that made up his home. He was almost thankful for the emergency, as it cleared his mind and allowed him to just act. Matt liked it better at times when he could act - not think. Action was easier and had a clearer path. Action made something that resembled sense.
He darted towards them, grabbing the man from his left and pulling him, dragging him to the floor. The man hit the ground, scraping against the concrete.
"What do you want with the girl?" Matt growled.
The man turned on him and gripped him around the neck. Matt was surprised by the swiftness of his movement.
"Maybe you were the target all along," he snarled. "Killed one of the bosses' people and now he wants you dead. Imagine if I could be the one to do it."
Matt struggled against him, flipping him back, but the man was particularly sturdy. He took what he could from the sounds and smells all around him. The man was young, afraid, but ambitious. He had planned this in order to get the jump on Daredevil himself.
He was an idiot.
"I didn't kill anyone," he gasped out, lost in the fight. Everything moved so fast, and his words were the only thing that came out slow. "I don't kill..."
"His right hand man died in the hospital!" yelled the assailant. "He died of a brain bleed and with him died too many of the big man's secrets."
Distressed at the idea he might have killed someone, Matt froze. His entire body just froze up and that gave his attacker the upper hand. He got Matt around the throat.
The gunshot rang out and he fell flat on the ground. It was a headshot. He was dead.
Frank stood looking at him with a terrified expression.