Tortured Souls - Daredevil/Matt Murdock X OC

Chapter 1

Ciera unlocked her apartment door as she rushed in. Throwing her keys in a clay dish sitting on the small table just inside her door. She closed her door and relocked it. She couldn't shake the feeling of being followed. Sighing lightly she constantly thought she was being followed. There wasn't a time when she thought someone was looking at her, or knowing what her goal was in being here. She had to keep her cool. She willed her mind to calm down, not wanting a repeat of what happened last time she let her emotions get the better of her. She still couldn't come up with a good excuse as to why the house lifted off its foundation, thought it was only a few feet, it was still enough that people noticed and called the police. She cringed at the thought. Yea, not again. She thought lightly as she walked further into her apartment.

Her apartment was pretty small, but it was enough for her. The living room, being the largest room in the place, had a single couch within the center of the room, A small recliner chair sitting corner ways from the couch with its back toward the door. A single small television that sat on a small entertainment stand about five or so feet in front of the couch. A small circular burgundy rug under the furniture with a small circular glass table in front of the couch. Two small windows line the wall, allowing her to view the next building.

Behind the course roughly three feet stood an island counter with a sink and a stove next to it. Cupboards lined one side of the island on the side facing the kitchenette. The other side of the island's top extended about a foot when three stools shaved underneath the top. On the wall of the kitchen is a counter with various cupboards, with hanging cupboards above it. Next to the wall between the wall and the counter is a fridge.

On the other side of the room sits two doors. The one closest to the main door leads into the bathroom. Holding a single tub with a shower head and a white curtain with ivy leaves in an up and down style pattern. Next to the tub is the toilet and in front of the toilet along the wall is a counter with a sink. Above the sink is a mirror with a cabinet space behind the mirror.

The last door led to her room. Again the room is rather small. A single bed within the center of the room, the headboard against the wall. Above the bed on the wall is a small window, brown curtains obstruction anyone's view if any were to look. Along the wall to the left of the bed is a dresser and an armor. Aside the bed on the right is a small end table holding a digital clock and a small lamp.

Taking careful steps to the kitchen she walked to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of wine she had opened the previous night. Without grabbing a glass she walked to her living area and sat onto the couch. Opening a bottle of wine she took a long sip as she chilled fluid dried out her throat. Taking the bottle from her rosy lips she gasped at the fell of the alcohol taking her problems away. Raising her hand to the side of her face she pushed strands of her dark brown hair away from her face behind her ear. Her hair framed her face, having it only shoulder length. She closed her eyes, almost willing for the voices to go away - being pledged with the screams of her friends - she hoped the alcohol would at least quiet the screams down a little.

Her black tank top hugged her curves tightly, as in contrast her dark blue jeans hung off her boney hips. She wasn't overly thin by any means, though she had lost a lot of weight by not eating and never staying in one place for too long. A long sigh escaped her lips as she brought the bottle up to her lips again. Opening her eyes she ratchet forward, placing the bottle on the coffee table and grabbed the remote for the television. Pressing the red button at the top of the remote she saw the last channel was the news.

He strikes again. The news lady started as she stood in front of an old abandoned warehouse. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen just saved two young women from this very warehouse. There were roughly seven men unconscious on the ground with the two young women huddled within the corner. The police haven't released the names of the victims. More to come...