The Devil's Moon (Finished)

Chapter 29

                                                                                         Claire

"You've been busy," I told Matt as I stitched up the wound he had on his chest.

"Yep." He answered simply as if he was a simple guy.

"So hows that working out for you?" I asked him.

"You should see the other guys." He told me.

"I have. The one you threw off the roof, at my place? He's in a coma. Do you know that?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I heard." He answered as if he did not even care that he put that man there.

"How do you feel about that?" I asked him needing to know what he thought about everything that is happening.

"He'll live." He answered as if coma is any way to live.

The cat jumped up on the counter next to us and I could not help but hiss at it, I really hated cats.

"Get off the counter!" I yelled at him as I swiped my hand at him.

Moe looked at me with his big green eyes before running off.

Matt chuckled at the situation. "Wow, you don't like cats." He said.

"I'm allergic. I was supposed to be coming in, feeding this guy twice a day while my friend was out of town. Not hiding out here using up all my sick days." I told him.

"Just a while longer. Just till I know the Russians aren't looking for you." He said.

"I'm not the one that looks like they've been through the grinder. You really need to get some kind of body armor or something." I told him as I looked at the tattered clothes he was wearing.

"It would slow me down too much." He answered.

"So will a bullet." I let him know.

"You worried about me?" He asked.

"What if I was?" I asked him in response.

"I would tell you I'm a big boy, and not to be." He said as if telling me not to worry would mean I wouldn't.

"Right. That's why you keep ending up here." I said to him as I pointed to my couch.

"Well, maybe I just like the sound of your voice." He answered making my heart flutter a little bit.

It was strange how he could make me feel like a school girl with a crush while I was stitching up his wounds from being attacked by the Russian mob.

"Hmmm, so what happens the night you come by...I'm already talking to somebody else?" I asked him as I taped on the bandage.

"Yeah" he responded before clearing his throat. "It crossed my mind." He told me truthfully.

"Yeah?" I asked him surprised that someone like him would admit something like that to me.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone that he quickly handed to me.

"Here." He said as he held it out for me.

"Um, you should have." I joked with him as I took the phone from his hand.

"I didn't, the burners for me. Memorize the number put yours in. Next time I need to come by I'll call." He said completely making me regret that I ever thought he might actually have feelings for me.

"By "come bye" do you mean stumble in, bleeding half to death?" I asked him worried about what he will look like the next time I see him.

"Yeah, something like that." He answered.

"Maybe you should bring back up," I told him thinking about how good Luna had been with that blade and how comfortable she was with all the violence.

"We already talked about this. I'm not bringing Luna in on this." He told me as if it was the worst idea ever.

"Why not? She's willing to help." I reminded him.

"She wouldn't be able to handle this." He said and I was not shearing if he even believed that.

"From what I can see she can handle anything," I told him truthfully.

"It's not worth the risk." He said and again I got the feeling he did not really believe that.

"Your gonna get yourself killed. You really gotta ease up." I told him very sternly.

"No, I cant." He said as he tried to move and grunted in pain. "Not yet."

I got up and threw all the trash out into the bin as I tried to gather my thoughts.

"I can take care of myself, you know," I told him.

"It's not about you or Luna." He said as he pulled his mask back on over his face. "It's a little more complicated than that." He said as he tried to explain himself to me.

I decided there was no point in arguing with him any longer, instead, I just put my number on his phone as he wanted.

"You ever heard the name Wilson fish?" He asked me taking me off guard.

"No...whos that?" I asked him.

"Just a name somebody gave me. But there are no public records. Nothing on the internet. Not one mention of a Fisk." He told me making me worry even more than I already was.

"Maybe whoever gave you his name was lying," I told him.

"I would have known if he was." He told me.

"How?" I asked needing to know how he would have known.

"Heartbeat." He answered like that made any sense.

"Right, of course, heartbeat. So, what, you're just gonna go out there punching whoever you can, hoping to find somebody who knows this Fisk guy?" I asked him as he opened the window.

"Well, apply enough pressure, someone will break. Sonner or later." He said as he climbed out the window and leaped out as if he could fly.

I looked out the window after him to see him running down the alleyway. Once he was far enough away that I felt he was no longer listening to me I pulled out my phone and dialed Luna.

"Hey, whats wrong?" She asked as she answered the phone.

"It's Matt. He needs your help and no matter what I say he refuses to ask." I told her.

She took a long pause before finally answering.

"I'll take care of it." She said then hung up a few seconds later before I could even ask her what that meant.