Vigilantes// Matthew Murdock

'What if I make you a deal?'

To say that Cara was having a really shitty day would've been an understatement. Not only was she in a pickle, cornered by four men in a burning abandoned building while her vigilante partner was currently unresponsive god knows where. But Cara had just found out that her boss' husband, who was believed to have died in a car accident as he was heading to visit their son in Brooklyn, New Jersey may have not died in a car accident after all.

The entire situation seemed so bizarre, almost as if it was all a joke. As if the great John Quinones was conducting a very fucked up episode of 'What Would You Do?' and Cara was the unfortunate victim of his wrath. But this wasn't a television show and Cara was no way in hell getting out of this situation unscathed.

It was the voice of the leader of the group of men that snapped Cara out of her throat and forced her to tear her vision away from Robert Magana.

"What's that sweetheart? Rethinking your course of action now?" The bald man grinned menacingly at her. The light from the fire made his face distorted, making his appearance more disturbing and more terrifying.

The man took a step towards the Huntress while the rest of his minions followed suit. Cara on the other hand stepped backwards, making the Huntress furious and the Men laugh.

"Not so tough now are you honey?"

Cara knew internally that, without backup, there was little hope of her surviving this ambush. The Huntress was a good fighter, but even then, she was still just a human. A human that was not only deprived of sleep, but also deprived of any weapon that would be remotely useful.

Maskey and his stupid rules if we ever make it out of this mess, I swear I will...

Maksey.

"What if I make you a deal?"

The bald man chuckled. "What could you possibly have that my Boss wants?"

The Huntress stepped to the side. The man in black was still crouched in the same position breathing heavily. The female vigilante could faintly make out the blood that was slowly dripping from the side of his face, undoubtedly from his ears.

"Him."

The men exchanged glances.

One of them, the one standing next to the bald man, spoke up. "You would betray your own for your ass?" He let out a dry laugh. "You vigilantes are the same as us. You try to act all high and mighty, trying to play the hero. But at your core, we are all the same."

"I disagree." Cara knew that she was playing a dangerous game. Conversing with the enemy was a great manner to buy herself and her vigilante bestie some time before they planned out their next move. But if the men began to catch on to her act, she would be severely and incredibly fucked.

Cara briefly glanced at her wrist; her motorcycle was still a great amount away from their current destination. She just needed more time.

The man's expression changed. He no longer wore an amused expression; rather, he wore one of anger as if her words had insulted him and everything he stood for. "You think that we want to be here? We have lives outside of this, families we want to go back to. Thanks to you both less and less of us are going back to them. We break the law and do shit for our families. Who are you doing it for? Your selfish asses."

"My selfish ass?" Now it was the Huntress' turn to chuckle. "By saving your own you doom the rest. This man here had a family, a partner and probably kids and you ruined their lives. You're trading lives that aren't meant to be traded, trading sorrows that you are supposed to feel. You may have asked for this life, but they sure as hell didn't. You chose the consequences, and my job is to make sure that those consequences bite you in the ass."