Comic Book Characters Imagines

Matt Murdock - Daredevil

The hands strike midnight on my fragile Rolex watch, my footsteps no louder than a whisper whisking through the humid air.

Skyscrapers looming overhead cast long intimidating shadows across the deserted city street. The night air sour with a wind whipping at my pant leg as I walk against the breeze.

An old Volkswagen Bug of pastel yellow color rests suspended on double lines, exposed to the cooling temperatures. I raise a standard Glock pistol aiming at the fog damaged windshield with sharp eyes.

"Raise your hands and place them on the wheel!" I instruct, doubting the legitimacy of this routine traffic stop.

Absence of witnesses add to my suspicion as the car door whips open and a young lady of great height and width escorts herself in clear view. "Are ya gonna shoot me?!" Her accent thick with Scottish origin.

"Surrender! Resistance will not go without consequences!" I step closer, cautious of her motives and calm state, her facial expressions registering a monotonous stare.

"You make me laugh cop! I pity what you face next!" Her hands drop to her sides, a Glock pistol appears in her previosuly empty palm.

I shoot at her arm in hopes a flesh wound ruins her initial intentions, her expressions register no feeling of pain as she increases her walk to a light jog.

"What the hell?!" I fire another bullet to her thigh astonished when it deflects ringing a sound of metal through the air.

The woman's appearance is athletic and lean, her height would limit my counter attacks to areas easy to reach like her midsection.

In the distance a gathering of Police sirens and fire truck horns blast signaling an emergency. Enclosing the gap I have no time to take in her appearance as her fist surges my sola plexus.

Groaning I hunch clutching hands tight to my yielding ribs, dodging her second uppercut punch by a slim margin.

Backing into a telegraph pole, I catch my unsteady breath regretting my loyalty in attending to a perp alone.

"Don't fight it cop. You're balance is off." Another punch aimed at my face, catching her arm I pull her close, striking her ribs again and again with great force.

Her grimaces echo along the enclosed district as she releases her weapon as my knee throbs immensely. I attack again, a roundhouse kick to her back and she toppled over her feet, falling flat on the gravel road.

A dark shadow of a broad, cloaked figure casts upon the ground attracting my attention. The woman's movement are swift, her bony elbow smashing my teeth in and large hands pushing my head down as a knee connects to my forehead.

Overwhelmed and dazed I collapse to the ground. My mouth tasting of a metallic substance, I spit a canine tooth covered in blood and gums, my jaw swelling progressively.

"You're under arrest..." I mutter as my brains spins within my head. Her heel digs into my lower spine, twisting through the cotton police uniform. I wince and prevent movement afraid to damage my spinal cord permanently.

"Save your breath." She says. "Hey!" Another voice projects from the distance, a deep, husky tone refreshing the thick air.

The woman removes her heel and blood continues flowing round my body again. Flipping flat on my wounded back I fight to use my failing strength and strategic skills as a weapon.

Wiping the blood oozing from my mouth, I sit up awaiting another powerful strike bracing all valuable muscles that remained undamaged. "Who's there?!" Her booming voice piercing my eardrum, "Daredevil, will not save you now..." I perk up at his name, skeptic of his everlasting glory.