Devil like me || daredevil

02. DNA GUARANTEE

Beatrice Murdock sits standoff-ishly in a black swivel chair directly in the middle of the wide room. She has on her best "this is so stupid" face and is picking at her nails trying her best to act like hasn't a care in the world.

But really she cares tremendously, she cares more than she can put into words.

Around her are three adults. All of whom she's never seen a day in her life, one of whom is her father.

They're all circled around her on different walls in the room, her father or, Matthew, is directly in front of her with his back towards the door and a hand on his chin. She has no idea who the blonde or the other guy is but she wishes they weren't there, she'd already nervous enough.

"So, you're Elektra's daughter?"

"Yes."

"Which makes you Matt's daughter."

"Also yes, wow your connection skills are next level man."

The man deflates immediately and goes back to his corner, Beatrice feels a twinge of guilt but forces herself to swallow it. She has to stay focused. She has to pretend that she doesn't want to be here, like she was dumped here and forced to converse with her long lost father. Though that can't be farther than the truth.

For the first time in a long while, her father- god, it feels to even think for the girl, speaks. He steps forward as he does so, but just slightly.

"When's your birthday?" He asks, surprisingly calm and collected.

She doesn't know why, but she had an image of him freaking out when she dropped the bomb. Instead, his kind smile dropped and he just stared at her.

"April 19th." She answers before being met with silence and an expectant stare- well, as expecting of a stare one can receive from a blind man with sunglasses on. "2004."

Matthew stands still for a second as if he's doing the calculations in his head. Beatrice wishes she knew what he was calculating from her birthday. She knows nothing of her parent's history, not a single piece of information except that whenever they met had been 11 years ago. For all she knows she can be the product of a one night stand. She desperately hopes she isn't though, Beatrice wants to be made from love, real love that was so intense it was palpable.

Her dad's friend is staring at him with wide suspense filled eyes waiting to hear the verdict. She doesn't know why, even if she thought her father was some deadbeat drug addict for eleven years, she has the certificate to prove it.

"It checks out." Matthew confirms in a grim voice.

Beatrice pretends that his tone isn't the equivalence to being stabbed in the heart with a knife.

"Okay, I'm sorry but I'm so confused right now." The pretty blonde woman on the left side of the room pipes up.

"Elektra was Matt's girlfriend in college, they were pretty serious for a while and then one day she just disappeared and he never heard from her again." The other man explains to the woman.

Bia inhales the information like a starving animal. She's eager to learn more, she yearns for the intel to continue but knows the man is finished explaining to her disappointment.

"Oh." The woman replies with an unsure nod.

The young girl wonders now, with the little context she has, if she actually was born from love or a product of one of her mother's many missions.

"Do you need water? Food? We were just beginning to eat if you want some pasta." Matt offers.

"No, thank you though." Bia answers, her thumbs feeling uncomfortably raw in her lap from all the picking she's done.