Speak of The Devil- (Daredevil Fanfiction)

Chapter One

    The city exploded around him.

    The thunderous noise of sirens, screams, and parade of footsteps.

    His skull rattled. 

    He heard everything.

    Everything.

    "Come on, Matty." A thick voice, husky and deep, cooed, "Get up." It urged. His father's face flashed in his mind's eye. His father showed no fear, no worry. Only a look that demanded his words be followed.

    Slowly Matthew Murdock, wrapped in a suit of red and black, pulled himself up, leaning his weight against a brick wall, slippery due to the relentless rain falling. His wobbling figure was hidden behind a rusty dumpster in the middle of the alley he had taken refugee in.

    The suit prompted him to act like the fearless hero he was destined to be. Daredevil touched his aching chest, searing pain coursed through his body and his hand shined with slick red.

    "Shit." He groaned, noticing the trail of red dribbling down his suit. Before he could tend to his wounds, Daredevil's attention was ripped to the side, where across the alley a door slammed open and a young woman stormed out followed by a man.

    "Kass, Kassie! Hey, stop, damn it." He grabbed her arm, yanking the girl around. "The hell is this? You just gonna walk away and be done?"

    Kassie, as she is called, yanked her arm away. "You've been cheating on me. On top of that you're an asshole, so yeah, I'm done." She turned away to walk out of the alley, realizing that this may have not been the best location to pick a fight.

    "Kassie you better not walk outta here." He warned.

    She turned around, "What are you going to do, Brent? Keep talking with that grammar until I jump in front of car?"

    Kassie turned around once more, stomping away. 

    Suddenly she was yanked around and a solid smack struck her face, causing Kassie to hit the wet asphalt. She gasped, her knees and palms burning from the piercing grit covering the ground. She struggled to get up, but Brent caught her loose hair in his fist, he yanked her up.

    Kassie's heart raced, her skin flaring with nervous pricks and heat. She grabbed his arm.

    "Get off of me, you fucking prick." She growled, trying to mask her terror with what little fierceness she could muster up. 

    This only seemed to amuse Brent. "You listen to me-"

    Without warning Brent dropped her hair and sailed back five feet, slamming into the ground.

    Kassie gasped and scrambled back, trying to figure out what was happening. All she could see in the dimly lit, rainy alley was a figure in red wailing on Brent, promptly shutting his pompous mouth. 

    The figure in red turned to her, took three steps, then collapsed to the ground.

    Kassie stared in awe, trying to process what was happening. Her mind was under the control of adrenaline, however, and acted for her. 

    She rushed to the side of the figure in red, her hands frantically fluttering over him. "Oh my- Oh- What- You-" She paused herself, closing her eyes, "You're Daredevil."

    The suit, the little horns. It was him.

    A hero.

    One who managed to save her life.

    And one... that had a bullet hole in his chest.

    Her brain went into overdrive, the nerves, the pain against her cheek, all of it to the back of her mind.

    "Jesus Christ." She muttered, trying to hold him still.    

    "He's busy." Daredevil muttered back. His hand went to a small pouch on his leg and he fished out a thick, black rod about the length of her palm. He pressed one end and the other became a soft glowing red. 

    "I- What can I do?" She asked.

    "I-Ah," He winced, trying to move, "Have to cauterize the wound." He held the glowing red almost against his skin. "Distract me."

    "How?" She asked, looking around. What'd he want? A soliloquy about the events that just transpired. Kassie knew she did.

    Daredevil quickly took an assessment of Kassie, 5'5, 120 pounds, nervous, holding back a wince of pain, wearing fading nail polish, lots of metal and sliver- jewelry, and she had a tattoo, the sent of the ink adding to the metal of her adornments.

    "Wh-what does your tattoo say?" He asked.

    Kassie froze, trying to figure out how he knew she had a tattoo, since it was covered. The small line of words rested on the right side of her chest, right below her collar bone. She blinked, seeing the red move closer to his chest, right, distraction. "If you don't stand for something, you'll die for nothing." She spoke the words. They rang true for her, engraved in her being, but more on that later.

    Daredevil paused, considering the words. While his mind was deep in a ponder his body worked for him, pressing the red hot metal against the gaping wound in his chest. 

    His mind slammed back into reality and he let out a scream as the hot iron melded his skin together. 

    Kassie panicked and grabbed his face, hoping it gave some kind of comfort. The man groaned in pain, but remained as quiet as one possibly could in his situation. 

    Finally he dropped his hand and let out a sigh of relief. 

    Kassie sat back, watching as he pocketed the rod and attempted to stand up. She slipped her arm around him and acted as a balance as he stood up.

    "What else can I do? Can I-"

    "No." Daredevil interrupted. "Just, go home, get out of the rain. And get better boyfriends." He nodded behind Kassie. She turned to see Brent still laying passed out on the ground, though he was beginning to stir.

    "At least-" Kassie turned around a froze, seeing she was talking to herself. She sighed and gripped her head, spinning around. The adrenaline was starting to dissipate, causing her to sake, to feel the freezing chill of the rain, to feel the pain in her face, surely to bruise.

    "Shit." 

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