Daredevil: Man Without Fear
By James Reeves
Ben Urich had always enjoyed working at The Daily
Bugle. The aroma of the ink, the dull hum of the printing press, and the
muffled bickering of Jonah Jameson familiar to office number twenty. The
office was Benís home. He had dedicated his life to The Bugle. Every
morning he was greeted with the same; the early morning light pouring
through the half drawn blinds, the fan turning at a smooth pace,
circulating the stagnant smell of cigarette smoke, and a fresh cup of
coffee cooling on the desk. For Ben, it was the perfect time to work.
The floorboards creaked under the pressure of
Benís feet as he made way to his desk. The briefcase he was carrying fell
to the floor. There was a note on his desk that had caught his attention.
It was written on yellow paper. Ben knew that Jameson had written it.
During one of his tirades through the office, Jameson had announced that
only he could use yellow paper. Jameson insisted that yellow paper
attracted attention, and when he, the Editor in Chief of The Daily Bugle,
needed attention; he better damn well get it. Benís stomach turned. He
never liked dealing with Jameson The note read,
See me in my office Urich, as soon as you get this.
Ben crumpled the paper in his palm, and trudged
over to Jamesonís office. The door was open. Ben looked at him. The
office smelled of trashy cigars. Jameson was too cheap to buy anything
"Have you heard the news today Urich?" Jameson
"No, Sir I just got up less than an hour ago."
"Well, it seems as though your friend, the
Daredevil, shot some innocent person in an alley last night, and two kids
found him in the street a few blocks away, all bruised, and battered.
They said they knew it was Daredevil because he was dressed in red and as
soon as they woke him, he sprinted off, probably afraid of being caught or
something..." Jameson hissed, "But I donít have a story on it for the
Evening Edition because my reporter got up less than an hour ago!"
"Iíll get right on it, Sir," Ben responded.
"You better Urich. I donít want to see your face
in this office until that story is written, or youíre fired!" Jameson
yelled as Ben hurried out of his office.
"I will...I will."
Ben pulled a cigarette from his pocket. He needed
to smoke, to think. There was no way Matt Murdock, the Daredevil, had
shot someone in cold blood. Hell, he was blind, he couldnít even aim a
gun, much less kill a man with one. The story just didnít fit together.
He would have to find Matt in order to get his article.
On his way to the law offices of Sharpe, Nelson,
and Murdock, Benís mind wandered through the endless conclusions that
could be drawn. The sun burned Benís neck as he made his way to the doors
of the building. He stopped, pulled the half burnt cigarette from his
lips, and ground the butt of it into the sidewalk with his shoe. Matt
hated it when he smoked, so Ben was always sure to leave a cigarette at
the entrance every time he visited. It was his calling card.
Inside, the room was cool, and dimly lit. The
front desk was empty, but the quiet clicks of typing came from an office
in the back. Ben followed the noise, until he found himself at the foot
of the desk of Franklin Nelson, who sat, eyes fixed on a computer screen.
Nelson had been roommates with Matt while he had attended Harvard Law
School. After Harvard, they opened a law firm in New York. Nelson also
knew that Matt fought crime as the Daredevil, and was used to working
alone most days.
"Hey Foggy, has Matt been in today?" Ben
"No, I havenít seen him," Franklin responded.
Foggy was a nickname that Matt had given Nelson a
"Have you heard from him at all today?"
"No, I havenít. Look Ben, all I know is that he
better show up today because I canít handle all of this work on my
"I wouldnít count on that Foggy..."
Nelson looked up from his computer at Ben. The
look on his face was inquisitive yet cocky, the kind of look only a lawyer
could give. It was apparent that he had not heard the news.
"Matt supposedly shot someone last night," Ben
"With a gun, what the Hell do you think."
"Did it kill the person?"
"Wait a second," Nelson rested his face on his
hand, "Did Matt supposedly kill him, or did Daredevil supposedly kill
"Daredevil," Ben replied.
"Oh shit," Nelson murmured, "I bet Jonah is having
a field day with this. Heís always hated the Daredevil. Now he is going
to milk it for all itís worth. If thereís any evidence around the crime
scene they could link it back to Matt."
"Your right," Ben said as he headed for the door,
"Iím going to Mattís apartment to find him before the cops do. Are you
coming with me?"
"I canít, Iíve got too much work to do," Nelson
said, as he turned his attention back to the computer screen.
Ben heard the soft clicking noise start up again.
The cold office had refreshed his senses. As he stood outside the
building, he lit a fresh cigarette. He was once again ready to work.
Copyright 2000 James Reeves
Daredevil and Bullseye Copyright Marvel
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