Author's Note: This is for my brother who I recently
found out, was waiting for this story.
In nature, a weaker animal will feed off a larger
animal when it is deceased, but even then most of
those animals still feed in groups. Perhaps it is a
sign of fear, at least that is what Daredevil is
hoping. He has been stalking the streets for two days
searching for answers. He came upon "Josie's Bar", a
low-life hang out he often visited, but really wished
he didn"t have to. Every drug dealer, rapist, and
general scum of society met and discussed their
business deals there.
Normally, he would have no trouble with the degenerate
crowd, but lack of sleep makes one careless. And
vultures always notice the careless -- always. Someone
got a shot off, grazing his shoulder, and that set off
a domino effect of bullets and blood. He had no
choice but to go down, and rely on the bragging rights
of the shooter to take full effect, and they did.
"I got him. I'll be damned -- I got him! Man, all you
guys," The man looked around the room his eyes
glowing with pride. "Every single one a you has tried
to ice the devil. And it was me, Turk." A loud
bellow came from the bar, it belonged to the owner a
large, dirty, big-boned woman named Josie. "Well,
dumb ass, you can be the one to cart that carcass out
of here, before I decide to make you pay for the
This is far better than Daredevil could have hoped,
not only does he have a clear out, but he has his
favorite rat to make squeal. He heard Turk grumble as
the others laughed, and he let his body go limp as
Turk slowly dragged him out the front door. The slam
of the door rang in his ears, and he could smell
the sweat forming on Turk's forehead. The thud as
each drop hit the pavement, and the sticky heat as one
solitary drop approached his face. His hand lunged up
in a crimson blur, clutching Turk by the throat. A
raspy sound escaped from Turk"s mouth, "What the f'"
Daredevil grimaced as he got up slowly. "Uh uh -- watch
the language, stool pigeon. Wouldn't want the rest of
the class to hear."
Of all the criminals in hell's kitchen, Daredevil had
found that Turk was annoying, but an effective way to
get information. Right now, with his heartbeat
thumping faster and faster, Daredevil decided to take
Turk to the rooftops. "I want some info, Turk.
Someone has some power. Missles, namely. And I want
to know why they are here, and what they want with my
part of New York."
Daredevil didn't need his enhanced senses to know
that Turk was seconds away from spilling. But in a
spurt of defiance, Turk pressed hard against
Daredevil"s wounded shoulder. "They think I killed
you, and by the way you are moving, I think I still
could." Daredevil unlatched his billy club and
smacked him hard in the back of the head. "I am not
in the mood Turk! Now, unless you think I have a way
of doing this that doesn"t involve you losing control
of your bodily functions," at that moment Daredevil
threw him off the building. "No, damn it, no!!!!!"
The world swirled around the thug, he only wished he
had the stones to stand up to that vigilante. Then he
heard it, the cold calmness in the hero"s voice.
"Tell me, you gutless puke --" A cable wrapped tight
around Turk's leg, "Alright! From what I know it is
some foreign ruler¬ A Duke or somethin". He has sent
some people around, asking for underlings, or some
such crap. I swear to God, that is all I know." He
felt his body being pulled up and let a rough breath
try to escape his lips as he was tossed on the roof.
When he had finally gotten up, Daredevil was gone.
Thoughts were running vividly through Daredevil's
head, and right now there was only one
person who could sort through it all with him.
This was a case they could not win, Foggy had been
searching relentlessly through the law books. He was
a good lawyer, but this was not his strong point, at
least not alone. The sign on the entrance door said
it truest, it was "Nelson and Murdock". Right now,
the only silver lining in working this hard was buying
the pizza on Matt's credit card. A ten year old boy
was getting ready for a trial for murder. If you
looked at the situation in an unbiased view, you would
know it was self-defense. But, if you were everyone
in hell"s kitchen, then you tended to side with the
mayor. And that just happened to be the boy's father --
publicity wise, it was a nightmare.
It's no wonder those kids were so worried, they had
every reason to be. Despite the fact that the legal
system prided itself on being objective, it was
swarmed with corruption. And it was driven by
popularity, color over truth, wealth over
righteousness. Granted there were some exceptions,
but they were too few to make such a bold statement.
But maybe, Matt would change that, at least for this
case. What some would call grand standing on Matt's
part, Foggy only attributed it to poetic justice.
Things were bad since he and Matt had started the
practice on their own again. They had gone through
help like Matt goes through first-aid kits... or women
for that matter. And with a partner whose definition
of night life would make a Terminator movie look tame.
All the same though, the streets feel safer with a
protector. Just then, Foggy noticed a strange looking
bug crawling on his pizza. He snatched one of the
huge law books, and before he could stop, slammed it
down on the insect.
CLANG!!! Normally, the demise of the thing that
threatened his meal, would have made Foggy smile a
little. Except, the last time he killed a bug it made
a crunchy sound... not a clangy sound. He picked up
the tiny corpse. "You are one ugly sucker!" It
stared lifelessly at the lawyer, but inside were
unseen mechanisms making one last attempt at its
objective. A small projectile propelled from inside
the bug targeted to his neck. With a thud Foggy's
head fell into his food, and the bug fell to the
A figure smashed his fist through the window, and
quickly approached Nelson. "I've got the lawyer."
Picking Nelson up the figure waited patiently for his
next command. A voice transmitted a cold monotone
message. "Bring him to the planned destination. The
mission is over." Moving towards the window, the
figure rocketed into the air, leaving only chaos in
To Be Concluded...