Tortured Souls - Daredevil/Matt Murdock X OC

Chapter 4

Matt breathed out a sigh as he lay in his bed, the soft satten sheets covering the lower half of his body, revealing a tattered white tank top. His unseeing eyes focusing somewhere toward the ceiling, his mind kept going to the young woman who is currently laying on his couch. Her words bothered him. Don't be sorry. He was already dead. They killed him five years ago. They brought him back so they could toture me. Who were they? Why were they doing this to her? How could it even happen? He knew about people having almost 'magical abilities', but he never really believed it. Well until he saw it that is...well sensed it.

He reached over and placed his hand onto the clock that was next to his bed, pressing a button and a soft, robotic, female voice filled the room. "Two, thirty-five, AM."

Matt lightly sighed as he threw the sheet off of him and sat up swinging his legs off the bed. He turned his head slightly as he listened, he could hear walking around in the other room. Standing up he silently walked to his bedroom door - listening closely - he could hear her heartbeat on the couch but the faintest footsteps walked around the room. He grew confused he could only hear one heartbeat, not another one. Slowly opening the door he stepped through the doorway. Using the sounds around him he was able to paint a picture in his head of his room. The young woman lay on the couch, her heart beat make her figure seem to pulse. Okay. He heard something that sounded like a nervous heart beat toward his door. He looked over that way, but nothing was there. No sound, no heartbeat, nothing. Turning back to the woman upon his couch he lightly shook his head as he walked back into his room. When he closed the door what sounded like someone gliding across the room behind him. He then realized who was on his couch. Great. He walked back to his bed, sitting down on the mattress as he reached over to his bedside table grabbing his phone. Pressing the second button he tapped the button on the side of the phone before placing it to his ear. "Foggy, I got a problem."

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Ciera walked down the hallway to her apartment, her head felt like it was underwater. Taking a deep breath she looked forward, seeing her door slightly ajar. Narrowing her eyes, she stepped forward as she lightly pushed the door open. Seeing smoke surround her apartment, she suddenly realized that she had the stove on with her dinner in ti. "Dammit." She breathed out as she walked into her apartment toward her kitchen. Though the smoke still lingered in the room, there was no fire. However, the burn marks on the counter, stove, ceiling and floor was evidence enough that there was some type of fire. "Just great." She sighed as she gazed up to her window, waving her hand up the window opened allowing the smoke to escape. She then waved her hand into a circle pattern, then up as the burn marks seemed to evaporate off the counter, stove, floor and ceiling. Opening the oven she saw the burned remnants of her dinner. Breathing out a sigh she grabbed the try and threw it and her charred food into the trash.

"Ciera, are you home." A voice startled Ciera as she stood up straight and gazed to her opening door. Waving her hand her magic stopped as the parts of the table dropped to the floor creating an audible thud. "Sweetie are you okay?"

"Yea, Nina." Ciera called walking from the kitchen towards the door, seeing an older woman walk into her apartment. She had graying hair that was pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head as stray hairs framed her face, wearing a white shirt with a light pink sweater on top, dark brown slacks and black shoes. "Yes, sorry, come on in." She stepped to the side and allowed Nina to come in. "Sorry about the mess." She closed the door as the woman walked in.

Nina walked toward the chair and took a look around, her worried gaze locking back onto Ciera. "I came over last night because I smelt smoke." She gazed over to the kitchen and saw the burns were cleaned up. "Oh I see you were cleaning."

Ciera smiled at the older woman she grew to love her like her own grandmother, as Nina felt the same toward Ciera. Ciera stepped forward and placed a hand on Nina's shoulder. "Thank you." She quickly thought of an excuse. "I-I started to make my dinner, but something came up...and I-I completely forgot...that...I-I had the oven on." She hoped that Nina would believe her. It wasn't a complete lie, thought she couldn't help but feel bad for lying to Nina.