cuts ✧ matt.murdock

the city that never sleeps (sort of)

"What the shit?!" I screamed to the others. "I said round the clock guards! Does that mean nothing to you?" I started to pace, cursing once again as the defense attorneys walked into the precinct.

Blake, Hoffman, the lawyers and I filed into one of the interrogation rooms. The other four sat down as I leaned against the wall, contemplating many things to do with some form of existence.

"I'm gonna make this easy, detectives." The blind one started cockily. "Get the ADA in here to release Miss Page and we will recommend to our charming, media-friendly client that she not plaster the airwaves with how she was nearly killed in your custody."

"Easy," I warned him.

"And I will agree not to make cooing noises for the rest of this meeting when I think of the civil suit we have on our hands." The other lawyer added.

"We are revising our whole system as we speak." I chimed in. I felt guilty about what happened, but not enough to be graceful towards the lawyers.

"How do you know we aren't charging her?" Blake stupidly questioned.

"Besides the fact that you were required to do so four hours ago... if you were going to do it at all." That man was one cocky son of a bitch.

"That's an excellent question." The blond one tried to hide a grin but failed. "Along with how the security cameras in Miss Page's detention area went on the fritz right before the assault."

"Yeah, we'd like to speak to Mr. Farnum about that, as well as what-"

"Get in line." Hoffman silenced the blind man. "He will be arraigned in the morning."

"Get my client release." He demanded. "I don't want to ask again."

The other detectives whispered to each other as I gave them dirty looks. "I'll call the ADA." Blake told them."But if you take that tone with me again, I don't care if you're blind, I'll kick the shit out of you."

"Outside, now!" I growled, feeling a migraine coming on. I didn't have time for this.

"Really? We are going there?" The other lawyer confronted.

Blake and Hoffman left, leaving myself alone with the two. "Sorry about that um--" I massages my temples as I looked down at the ground. I did not know their names.

"Nelson and Murdock." The blind lawyer spoke with a thankful smile. "I'm Murdock, that is Nelson. " He pointed to the shaggy-haired individual beside him who waved as I looked at him.

"It's difficult to keep those men in check. Actually pisses me off sometimes!" I softly laughed with sarcasm hidden deep within. "Sorry about what happened to your client, but you two better leave." A slight amount of pity was given through that statement. "I have to head out as well, but be sure not to bark up Blake's tree. He's got issues..." I left them with that as I walked out of the room and back into another one, where Page was being held. She was asleep, so I snuck beside her and placed my hand on her injury.

After a minute or so, I retracted my hand from her as the damage on her neck slowly disappeared. It was the least I could do. I was often guilt-ridden with these things, and while innocent people getting hurt is unfortunate, it was the least of my worries.

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Murdock and Nelson had taken Page back to their 'quaint' office. I had gone back home but hesitantly then decided to make sure that the girl would be okay. There was something bigger at play, so I was following them in my car.

I had parked outside, wondering what they were talking about. I was bored so I turned on my radio. Something called Trish Talk was on, so I changed it to the music stations. I hated all the modern sappy shit because it was always about love. Love was something scattered in any way, all across history. It used to corrupt civilizations. Now it is used for very shitty entertainment. I decided to turn off the music and sit in radio silence, pun intended.

For half an hour I just sat there, waiting. I was secretly hoping for something to happen, as the boring drone of tourist muggings and assaults was not what I wanted to put my time towards.

The lights were turned off after a little less than an hour. I kept my head down as all three of them walked out. As I peaked to see where they were going, I saw Murdock and Page going a different way to Nelson. Page couldn't go back to her apartment, so she was probably going to stay with Murdock. I was following Page, not the lawyers, so I had to leave Nelson and slowly trail them.

About 4 minutes into the journey to Murdock's place, it started to rain very heavily. They both got saturated instantly, and so did my car. I did not want to start the windshield wipers but I needed to see where they were going, as well as myself.

It didn't take too long, so I didn't have much time to evaluate them. A walk can tell a lot about a person. Take Murdock for instance, he was blind, yet he didn't walk like he didn't know what was ahead of him. It was strange, but I was intrigued as to his situation.

The two were shivering through the cold night, so they were very relieved when they reached the apartment. I parked my car quietly next to his building. I didn't want to stay inside the vehicle, but I had no idea how long I would be waiting and watching. Someone had to be coming.

How could an obviously new to the business lawyer afford a place like this? I wasn't sure how long I would need to be here, but I was praying that the cocky lawyer didn't 'play the fiddle' with Page. It was a possibility... and I didn't want to mistake those sounds for someone breaking in. It had... happened before.

I kept on falling asleep, then proceeding to jerk myself awake. This went on for a few hours. They were probably both asleep by this time. I thought about heading home, go back to my wonderful bed, but I decided against it. Even though sleep would be fantastic. My main priority was finding out what the hell went down with Page. That entailed having her under protection. Who better to do that than me?

I had drifted off to sleep again, this time for a while. I woke up to the opening of a back door. My hearing was above most, so I could detect things like that. I swiftly exited my car and grabbed my gun. I ran around to the alleyway next to the building and saw Page leaving; probably to go back to her apartment. Where else would she go in a city like this?

I ran back and quickly started my car again. Walking home in the middle of the night in Hell's Kitchen was a very stupid and frankly dangerous activity. As I drove to her place, I once again positioned myself outside a building. I was right, it was her's.

I decided it was time to confront her, or whatever was probably lurking in her building. I once again grabbed my gun and left the car. I walked up to her apartment and ran as fast as I could once I heard a high pitched and very loud scream. Page was obviously struggling with some sort of mercenary. This person was probably hired by the same people that tried to kill Page before. Anyone could connect the dots.

It was time to beat the shit out of someone. This was the favorite part of my night.