cuts ✧ matt.murdock

switchblade man ruins my night

I kicked down the door and proceeded to where the sounds were coming from. I got there just as a man kicked down the vulnerable Page. I ran up to him and kicked him back. He reached for a USB, obviously of great importance. I stepped on his hand, hearing a crunch underneath my boot. I reached down to grab the drive and kicked the man once more in his face. Blood gushed from his nose as the smell of copper filled the room.

I looked over to a large blood patch on the floor. It was obviously the man who had been murdered the other night. Poor guy. I ran over to the girl who was laying on the ground but not before the man I had knocked to the floor got back up. He flicked his switchblade open and started to head straight for Page.

He kicked me in the side, and as I doubled over I heard another sound. Another man had just entered through the front door. He was wearing a black mask and a skintight black outfit. It was the man from the docks.

"Great," I muttered as I kicked the switchblade man in the shin. He fell over, giving me time to observe the man in the mask. His stance suggested that he didn't expect someone other than the switchblade man to be here. (Good name. I know.) I wondered how he could see with a piece of fabric over his eyes, but at the current moment, I just wanted to beat up this other guy.

As the guy got back up again, the man in the mask ran into the room. He headed straight for the man, and ducked and dodged all of the swipes from his switchblade. He did some form of backflip against the wall mid fight (a little extra if I'm being honest) and finished it off with another flip. Is he acrobatic? He slammed the other guy into the table as I just watched in shock. Definitely extra.

The man reached for his switchblade again and retrieved it before the masked ninja got the chance to stop him. More diving and lunging proceeded as I continued to stare at the performance in front of me. Many punches and kicks kept on being thrown between the two.

After a while, I was sick of watching so I dove in and pushed the attacker backwards. He immediately lost consciousness as he slid down the wall. The man in the mask stared at me but I spoke before he could.

"No need to thank me!" I yelled as I stammered out of the building and back to the car. I was getting rusty, and all of my muscles were aching. I also had a large gash on my forehead, so blood was dripping down my face. I put my keys in the ignition and drove off, back to my apartment. It, fortunately, wasn't too far from Page's place.

I probably should've taken the man in the mask in for questioning, but then I would have to answer questions myself. By the way he looked at me, I assumed I was intriguing to him. He had as much to learn about me as I did about him. I wanted to leave him that way. What can I say? I'm a woman of mystery.

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"Great! So I didn't knock him out fully!" I hung up the phone with a few choice words. Mahoney was always the bringer of bad news.

I groaned as I slowly leaned back in my lounge. I had come home last night, stitched my brow bone up, and crashed. I had overslept and was obviously late for work. Apparently, they brought the guy I had beaten up last night in. However, they found him on the steps in front of the local Bulletin, not in Page's apartment. They also found another person's blood. I knew it was from the man with the mask. Who else would it be?

I needed to talk to Miss Page. I was unsure if she recognized me last night, but I needed to get that drive. Either she had it, or I had to strike up a fight with a certain 'vigilante' to retrieve it. It had importance, and the only safe place for it to be was with me. Not because I'm the head detective. Because I am and will always be well experienced in shit like this.

I went back to clean up the blood I got on my pillow. I had to throw it out because BLOOD IS REALLY HARD TO GET OUT OF STUFF. I then proceeded to get in the shower. I needed to take a day off.

I spent half an hour or so in the steamy shower, which almost replicated a sauna. I finally got out, swiped the mirror clear, and fixed up my stitches with my med kit. It took me less than 5 minutes to finish up, so I decided to properly dry my hair since I had time.

I never bothered with things like that. I just tied it back and let it air dry. I was sick of my hair, and it was soon time for a change. I had changed up my hair many times over the years. Different colors, different lengths. Now it was back to its usual length and color. Boring for me.

I needed little changes, to prepare myself for the big ones. It was one of the little ways of coping with my fucked up life.

I looked over at my phone as I walked into the kitchen. It had blown up, metaphorically of course, with news notifications reading;

UNION ALLIED CORRUPTION SCANDAL

I immediately dialed up Mahoney and tried my best not to yell. "Did you neglect to mention something?" I asked.

"Um..." He was confused and did not know what to say.

"Union Allied Corruption Scandal?" I clarified; word for word.

"W-when the mercenary was found he had a package taped to his chest. Apparently, it contained information on some sort of shit with Union Allied." He explained. "I don't understand half of it honestly. Bunch of crap executives are being looked into as we speak."

"Anything else Sergeant?" My voice was almost threatening.

"No M'am." He finished.

"All right then. I'll leave it to your semi-capable hands..." I ended the call and facepalmed. I didn't need that drive and all the information getting out to the public like that. I needed to have a little chat with a certain blonde.