Matt Murdock Shorts

You're Daredevil? Part II

It's been a year and you just found out that the man who assaulted you is out of prison after less than six months. Something about overcrowding in prisons and "good behavior." You've been excelling at the martial arts Matt's been teaching you but this development still makes you nervous. You told Matt about it over the phone and you're 98% sure that he threw a chair when he heard the news. He's looking for the man who attacked you and planning to exact justice where the law can't.

You're walking to Matt's apartment, well yours and Matt's shared apartment now, when you see him. You have to double take, you can't believe that this man would go to all the work to find you again. Or maybe it's just a coincidence, seeing him ahead of you on the sidewalk. Regardless, you take out your mace. Sure enough, he recognizes you. How could he not after glaring at you over the entire court hearing?

"It's you!" He starts coming at you. "Why couldn't you just let me have some fun? If you'd have just relaxed and let it happen it might've even been enjoyable for you. Then you couldn't stop at ruining my night, you had to ruin the next year for me. You know I'm still dealing with parole?"

"Don't you dare come any closer." You warn. You're not about to have a conversation with this psycho.

"Oh what are you going to do? Daredevil isn't here to save you this time." He grabs the arm holding the mace.

You punch him in the stomach and try to break free. Instead of loosening his grip from surprise, he just grips your wrist tighter. You move to plan B and wrench your arm around to grab his arm with your free hand. At that point he finally lets go and lets out a scream of pain. You pull his arm around his back until you hear a snap.

"Now, you're going to leave me alone." When he doesn't say anything you bend his arm against the break and he screams out again. "Did you hear me?"

"Yes!" You let go of his arm and go to run off but he comes up behind you and stabs you in the side. "Crazy bitch." He laughs and goes to grab a fist full of hair but you catch his arm (the good one) and spin him around. Now that you are defending your life you put this fuckboy down. After beating the shit out of him, he still tries to come at you so you snap his neck.

You sit there, panting and trying to take in everything that just happened. You just killed someone. Yes it was self defense; yes this was the second time he assaulted you; yes he stabbed you, but you just killed a man. You try to form some sort of emotional response because you just killed a man, but there's nothing. Not yet anyway, and that's almost scarier than feeling full on panic and guilt. You stand, staring at the man on the ground, and step back from the body. You hold yourself as you walk back to your and Matt's apartment.

By the time you get there you've thrown up on the sidewalk at some point and you're about to pass out. You try to open the door but your hands are shaking too much. Matt hears you and rushes to the door.

"Y/n! What's wrong? I was so worried about you."

"Matt, I killed him."

"What? Who?"

"The man who tried to rape me before. He saw me on the street, I don't know if he was stalking me, or if it was a freak accident, or what, but he wasn't happy. He tried to attack me again but-"

"Okay, slow down. We can talk about this later. You're bleeding. A lot."

You sniff. "He stabbed me in the side."

"We need to get you to a hospital."

"No I-"

"You're going." He grabs a towel, wraps his arm around your waist in case you pass out, and leads you to the sofa. He calls 911 and tries to slow the bleeding while you wait for the ambulance to arrive. "I need you to lay down for me."