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Daredevil Prompt Post #12
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This post is for prompts involving characters from Netflix's Daredevil.
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Fill: Family Matters 2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-10-11 12:48 am (UTC)(link)Everything was loud, not just loud, all consuming. Every touch, smell, noise, taste…all of it consumed him in a firm iron grip. Three people were arguing about the price of fresh fish, as if the smell itself wasn’t enough. Five children were playing basketball outside. Sister Wanda just smacked someone in the hand with a ruler, they began to cry. The air on his face felt like sharp jets and everything felt like… he couldn’t articulate it.
Matt knew he could hear more than other people, he used to hear entire hushed conversations across the room just after his accident but this was something different. Something more.
The vibrations hit off the sides of things, he knew he was in a room. He was moved away from the other children, the last people to visit him were…
The women who smelled like orchid flowers and the man who smelt like fresh cut wood. They wanted to adopt him. They said they wanted him to be a part of their family. Why would they want to adopt him? He could barely function. He couldn’t see, he was…He was crazy.
Matt at least thought he was most likely crazy, that was the only explanation. Like the man across the street who was screaming about the second coming, whose teeth rotted in his mouth and skipped over every word like a clattering bell, if there even was a man. Was this all in his head?
The women and man…Mary and Frank? No, Maria and Frank. They hadn’t come back since the last visit, what if they’re not coming back at all. What if they weren’t real.
“They think you’re gettin’ worse, but you’re not… Are you kid?” Something rushed toward him. They jingled in the air, he put out his hand and caught it. “You’re getting stronger.”
The man’s name was Stick. He learned that later, after he felt better, after Stick helped him focus on one thing in the room…He was here to help him, he’d already helped him for the last few days he’d been there. So Matt wasn’t crazy.
But what about Maria and Frank?
_
By the time Matt finally had the courage to ask, he fiddled with his hands. “I thought, are you with the two people who came in to see me before?”
“Nope,” Stick laughed. “They’re gonna weaken you, but I can’t stop the process. It’s a complicated one. I’m slowing down the paperwork, you shouldn’t get adopted for a long while. Probably not at all if I can keep it up long enough.”
“But I want to be adopted.”
“I’m not going to let some sweet family soften you up because they think they’ll do good in the world if they help out a poor blind kid who lost his father,” Stick swung his cane at Matt’s legs and Matt fell to the ground. “ They’re just pitying you, and we don’t want pity. We’re going to finish this first. Now get up!”
_
“I don’t know what you mean! We’ve done all we can! There’s a steady income, there are other children in the home, we’re ready! I don’t know what else we can do,” Maria paced across the family room. She was livid, absolutely livid. It had already been a month, a month without seeing Matt again. She had showed up once uninvited, to try and reassure the boy they hadn’t disappeared on him, but apparently he was with a ‘tutor.’ Maria thought that was bullshit. She hung up the phone in frustration.
“They’ve kidnapped our child, Frank.”
“He’s not our kid yet,” Frank adjusted the newspaper in his hands. He was upset too, he wanted the kid in his home just as much as Maria, but was still trying to figure out exactly why this was happening. He turned it over in his mind but there was no explanation he could come up with for the orphanage setting off the adoption papers. “I don’t know why they’re given us the run around but it seems like someone doesn’t want the kid adopted.”
“Do you think it’s Matt?” Maria suddenly thought. She ran a hand through her hair, “What if he’s insisting on not being adopted?”
“I don’t think so,” Frank set the newspaper down and stood up to wrap his arms around his wife’s waist. “There’s something else going on. If it were just the kid then they’d have already told us.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, we become foster parents first, and the Church isn’t giving us room to do that…the process is supposed to take a long time, six month period of transition is needed,” Frank explained. “But we’ll get him Maria.”
“You’ve been reading.”
“I might've asked for a few articles on adoption from our case manager,” Frank gave a quick kiss to Maria on the cheek. “He says he hasn’t seen so much pushback from things like this. Usually the Church is happy to adopt, they’re overcrowded anyway.”
It hit that part of Frank’s brain, the one that told him there was something bad going on. Something dangerous. It was rare that his instincts were wrong, it’s saved him on the battlefield so many times before…But this wasn’t a battlefield, this was a Catholic Church and a kid. Who was trying to keep them from this?
Frank almost didn’t notice the wetness in Maria’s eyes. He embraced her and she let out a choked sob, “I’m worried. I’m worried we’ll never get him out of there.”
“I’ll handle it.”
_
Frank took a more…unorthodox approach than his wife had. It wasn’t like he was spying, but he was definitely spying. He stationed himself outside in the early morning just as the sun came up, sat on a bench in the park and drank his black coffee, pretending to read a newspaper. Kept an eye out for the kid, watched who went in and out. So far he hadn’t seen anything other than the occasional church goer and nun, but he wasn’t one to give up easily.
It was at about nine in the morning he saw an old blind man, and he recognized one Matt Murdock alongside him. Maria had mentioned a tutor. He observed the old man carefully over the sport’s section… he had a rough face and hands, walked confidently. Frank took a glance at Matt and noticed he was imitating the old man, indicated respect. As he observed them he noticed Matt pause, tilt his head toward Frank- Frank frowned. The kid couldn’t have noticed him. Could he?
Didn’t matter, Matt continued walking when the old man said something to him. Frank watched them for as long as he could before getting up casually and following them. They walked around the back of the Church, and opened up a sidewalk cellar. Both of them climbed inside and closed the doors behind them.
Frank didn’t bother to follow them inside, that would be too obvious. He just waited, ordered himself a dirty water dog off the side of the street and sat on another bench.
They day was winding down, and Frank was getting concerned. Who the hell keeps a kid in a basement for this many hours? He glanced at his watch. It had been eight hours.
Wasn’t until another hour later at six pm, when Frank had managed to get a cup of coffee from a gyro stand that the pair finally came out of the hole. The kid was limping, he looked exhausted and had a fresh bruise on his left cheek.
What the fuck was going on here?
He threw his newspaper and coffee out and walked over to the old man, “Hey!” He called out.
The man frowned, “Who the hell are you?”
Matt didn’t say anything but got closer to the old man. That just made Frank more frustrated.
“What the hell are you doing to the kid?” Frank got up in front of him. “Who are you?” Frank gripped the man’s collar. He didn’t care if the guy was blind. If he was hurting this boy for God knows what reason, it didn’t matter.
Old guy didn’t look concerned anyway, “Name’s Stick, and I’m helping Matty with his various problems,” Stick did something with his hands and pushed out of Frank’s grip. “You must be the prospective, father. Well, sorry to tell ya’ but Matty here doesn’t want you. Come on kid,” Stick put a hand on Matt’s back.
Frank didn’t budge, he got down to Matt’s level, “How about you tell me yourself, kid?”
“He’s not going to speak to you-”
“He can talk for himself,” Frank interrupted Stick. He put a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “You might not remember me, but me and my wife came in to see you. I don’t know what’s going on here but we still want you to be a part of the family.”
Matt frowned, “I- Stick’s been helping me.”
“This doesn't look like help,” Frank looked at Matt’s bruise. It was only then he noted similar healing bruises near Matt’s collar. How long had this been going on? “How about me and your Twig friend here walk over to Saint Agnes and have a chat with the nuns.”
Matt shook his head, “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine. I don’t need a family. Stick is-” Matt didn’t finish the sentence.
“It’s for your own good, kid,” Frank stood up and faced Stick, and spoke to him directly. “You’re coming. Whether I have to force you or not.”
“Sure you want this guy to be your new daddy?” Stick raised an eyebrow. “You can’t force me to do anything I didn’t already want to do. I’m leaving.” Stick began to walk away, Frank gripped his arm but Stick brought up the cane and smacked Frank’s wrist off him. “You’re too much of a hassle anyway, kid.”
“Stick…” Matt looked confused.
“Who needs him,” Frank said more to himself than, Matt. “How about you come with me, Matt?” Frank put a hand on Matt’s shoulder.
Matt stepped away from him and ripped his should out of Frank’s grip, “You made him leave.” He looked angry.
“He was hurting you.”
“You made him leave!”
Frank didn’t want to argue with the boy who looked very obviously upset. He didn’t tell him that if it took that little to get man to leave Matt then the guy obviously didn’t care enough about him anyway, “I’m sorry about that. But we should still head over to your orphanage, this is your choice, Matt. I’m letting you have fair ground here. But whatever that guy was doing?” Frank gestured over to where he saw Stick in the distance. “It was no good. No kind of help should leave a kid with bruises and limp.”
Matt frowned, “I just want to go back.”
Frank nodded, then paused, “I just nodded. Straight ahead, we’re going back.”
The journey was silent. Matt’s cane tapped quickly along the sidewalk. Frank looked at the kid’s brown hair bob along side him and wanted to just set his hand on the boy’s head, but restrained himself. It was the kind of thing he would do with Junior, but this was only the second time he had met the boy.
Frank was going to call Maria to do the arguing with the nuns. This wasn’t his area.
_
Matt heard Maria yell at the nun in the adjacent room, “You’ve been letting somebody, who, according to you is only known by the name ‘Stick.’ Who doesn’t have any proper paperwork other than some claims of work with special children. And you’ve been ignoring the clear evidence that he’s abusing a young boy right under your noses. Is that what you’re telling me?”
Matt was sitting in a small room across from the usual main office, he had been told to be polite and wait while things got sorted out. He had to fight to keep himself from crying. Any moment now he thought Stick might come back for him.
He didn’t know these people. But from what he heard, this Maria women already seemed to care deeply about him. Even Frank, who he was still harboring an anger for, had a protective edge.
He focused on the conversation again, “Ma’am…” The nun sounded off put, and pardon the idea, but like she had the fear of God instilled in her.
“Don’t ma'am me! You’re going to get my foster home paperwork or I’m called social services right now to come inspect this Church for unsafe practices. This boy needs a loving home, not somebody who pushes him aside to some stranger. Now give me a fucking pen so I can sign the papers.”
Matt couldn’t help but blush at the language and smiled to himself. He liked Maria.
He supposed he wouldn’t mind a new home, he didn’t like the Church anyway. Their food tasted like it was laced with various chemicals and sat in cans for several days. He didn’t have any friends at the orphanage.
“Maybe this is best,” He said silently to himself. Maybe this was best.
It was only a short amount of time later that the two people, who he knew might become his new parents, walked into the room.
“Honey, I want to talk to you,” Maria kneeled in front of him. “We want to harbor you as a foster family, and I managed to get the paperwork expedited…but I don’t want to bring you in unless this is what you want.”
“I told you this was your fair ground,” Frank explained. “You get the last word.”
Matt inhaled the scent of wood and orchids, and made his decision, “I want to come with you.”
Re: Fill: Family Matters 2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-10-12 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Family Matters 2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-10-13 04:18 am (UTC)(link)