Tortured Souls - Daredevil/Matt Murdock X OC

Chapter 5

***The above photo is Ciera's costume. The book is her incantations that has been passed down through generations of witches. She got the book from Samanta before she died. Now she keeps it safe.***

Ciera studied the man sitting next to her, it was the same man she met in the coffee shop, the same man she saw in the photo when she was in the Devil of Hell's Kitchen's apartment. She watched as he sat there staring straight ahead as if waiting for something. Ciera gazed back down to her drink as she swirled the liquid around in the glass. Narrowing her gaze she tried to think of ways to get out of this. She didn't want to bring anyone else into her war with 'The Hand'. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, she's not sure exactly when but the bartender opened up the man's beer and set it down in front of him. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't realize what was going on around her. Taking another sip she leaned over to the man sitting next to her. "Yes, we do." She leaned back and quickly downed the rest of her drink as she stood from her stool and took a step toward the exit. Stopping she laid a hand on the man's shoulder as she leaned in close to his ear. "Follow me." She whispered so quietly she thought maybe he didn't hear her, but the slight turn of his head told her he did indeed hear her. She let her hand fall to her side as she walked toward the exit, pushing the door opened and left the bar.

Matt heard the door shut as he waited a few moments before he quickly finished his beer. He reached into his pocket playing some money on the counter before getting up and walked to the exit, all the while tapping his cane against the ground. Concentrating on the womans heartbeat, he listened as she walked down the street toward the corner on the south side of the bar. He felt his cane tap off the door as he pushed it open and followed her heart beat. One of the advantages of being blind is most of the people will walk around you and stay clear of you - always afraid of a lawsuit. He listened as he heard her heartbeat go down a familiar alleyway. The same one that he landed in the dumpster outside of Claire's window. Did she know where Clare lived? How did she know about this place? His mind raced with a million questions but no answers came to him. He turned the corner to the alley way, he stayed still for a moment as he surveyed the area. He wanted to make sure he wasn't walking into a trap, he couldn't help but think that this was a bad idea, but he needed to make sure she wasn't a threat to him or his friends. While scanning the alleyway for her heartbeat he found it behind the dumpster, slowly he started to walk toward the dumpster - his cane lightly tapping the ground as he walked.

Ciera felt the man standing behind her. Her back resting against the dumpster as she tried to run the possible seniero's threw her mind. This is not going to end well. She couldn't help but think this was a trap, set by 'The Hand', but something was tugging at the back of her mind that this man could be trusted. Taking a deep breath she tried to ready herself for anything. "You found me." She lightly stated while stepping out from behind the dumpster and watched him closely. His dark hair is combed to the side of his head, dark round sunglasses covering his eyes, though it was almost dusk she . She knew he couldn't see so she wasn't surprised that he had them on. Taking in his features, he stood tall, almost a foot taller than herself, broad shoulders, as he held himself tightly. His white cane standing almost upright, as one hand is wrapped around the handle and the other is placed on top of the first hand, as he is looking in her general direction. Could he see her? No, she could sense the damaged nerves behind his eyes. Pushing that thought away she went back to studying his features. He wore a dark suit when a dark tie and a white buttoned up shirt under his dark jacket. She couldn't tell if it was black or dark blue from the lack of light. His head is turned slightly as if he was listening to something.

Matt kept his senses on high alert as he studied the woman standing before him. Her heart beat was strong and steady, no sign of fear or anything for that matter. He could tell she was conflicted about him, but he wasn't sure why. He however was worried if this didn't go well he needed a way to reach Foggy and Karen and get them somewhere safe. "You know who I am?" He had to make sure she wasn't a threat so he jumped passed the pleasantries and dived right in.