I went out that night after Leland. I know I told Luna I would take her with me but I really could not trust her right now. I did not know if I would ever be able to trust her again. I followed him to a car garage and waited in the shadows until the Japanese man he was talking to walked away. I walked up behind him, and at the last minute he turned around
"Oh god, what do you want. My wallet?" He asked as he started to shake and look for his wallet in his coat pocket.
"You know what I want. Tell me about the man you work for." I told him.
"I work for Silver & Brent." He lied so I took a step closer to him.
"I'm gonna ask you again. Think about your answer. Who do you work for?" I asked him again.
"I told you. I work for Silver &," but before he could finish, I smacked him in the face.
He fell over even though I did not hit him that hard. He was going to be an easy one to crack. I bent over and picked him back up by the tie he had around his neck.
"You work for Wilson Fisk...moving his money around. Which means you have recourses, proof of who" I started to say to him, but before I could finish I heard a weird nose.
It sounded like a light bulb being turned on, but before I could figure it out, it felt like I was being electrocuted. As I fell to the ground, I realized he had tazed me.
"Asshole." I heard him say as he walked away from me probably to get help.
I laid there on the ground growing for a few seconds before I heard the familiar sound of a cane tapping approaching me.
"You just gonna lie there all night?" A familiar voice asked me.
"Stick?" I asked even though I knew it was him.
"Are you going to get up off your ass?" He asked me again.
I did not answer, but I forced my self to stand up.
"Jesus, kid. I'm gone five minutes, you turn this place into a shit show." He said to me.
"You've been gone twenty years. What are you doing back in my city?" I asked him as I turned away from him.
"Your city? Hell's Kitchen hates your guts. They have you pegged as a cop killer and some kind of mad bomber." He informed me as if I already did not know that.
"Yeah, I'm taking care of it." I snapped at him.
"An old man just lit you up. You ain't taking care of shit." He answered.
"Why are you here?" I asked him.
"To save you...and everyone in the Kitchen from a horrible death. More or less." He answered leaving me wondering what he was talking about.
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The Devil's Moon (Finished)
FanfictionI left Hell's Kitchen and everyone when I was eighteen and never looked back. I never thought much about that shit hole I called home. I moved as far away from them as I could. All the way to California. I went to L.A. with the hopes of being a big...
