Tortured Souls - Daredevil/Matt Murdock X OC

Chapter 6

*** The women in the photo above are Ciera's team. I know they are animated, but at least you have an idea of what they all look like. ***

Ciera sat silently on the couch as the events of earlier played through her mind. She had hoped by sharing a part of herself to the man who she had only met a few days prior that maybe, just maybe, she could convince him to let this go. Chasing shadows and pipe dreams of things getting better were just that; dreams.

Taking a deep breath she replayed the words that seems to be rehearsed.

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Ciera couldnt believe what she was hearing. He wanted to help her. Why? Doesnt he know the consequences of his decision? "Why?" She asked watching him closely. She was trying to figure out this man who stood before her. "After what you just saw, you still want to help me?"

Matt was quiet for a moment as he thought about her words. As he thought about his response he couldn't help hut think of his friends. He knew with them being in the public eye that they were safe, for now anyway. But how long would that last? He had already found himself on their radar once, even twice. So it was easy to except that her reality could very well be his future. And he would do anything to protect the people he loved. Even if that ment teaming up with someone who he barely knows. "Because," Matt started as he tried to think of the right words to say that would make any sense. "I once believed that justice could be found in the court of law, and in the light of day." His voice calm as he explained his reason for putting on the mask. "But I was only fooling myself. Darkness only responds to darkness, and the truth is." He paused a moment as he angled his face to the ground as he took a deep breath as he turned his head back up towards her direction. "I'd rather die as the devil then live as Mathew Murdock."

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Ciera leaned back, resting against the back of the couch as she lifted her hand and ran her fingers through her long locks. Taking a deep breath she glanced at the digital clock aside of her TV in the corner of the room to see the bright red numbers read 10:58, a small red dot illuminated the area behind the "PM" next to the number.

Mathew Murdock had left almost two full hours ago. She wasn't sure how she should feel. Should she feel happy that she has help, or feel guilty for dragging someone into her seemingly never ending fight. With no answer coming to her she leaned over, pressing the button at the base of the small lamp. A faint clicking noise filled the quiet area before the room was plunged into darkness. Pushing herself to her feet she walked to her room, mindfull of where her coffee table was so she didnt hit her leg or stub her toe.

Once in her room she removed her sweatshirt allowing the chilling air to nape at her skin causing goose bumps to emerge on her arms. Rubbing her arms slightly she knew a good nights sleep would help clear most things up. Though nothing could prepare for what she would face the next day.

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Everything seemed quiet in Mathew's appartment as his eyes were directed toward the cycling as his mind raced with the events of last night. Thought he couldnt get her memories out of his head. They circled around and around. Especially her desperate cries for her brother.

A long breath left his parted lips as he tried to force the images out of his mind. Mathew turned his head only slightly as he heard something beyond his appartment. Two floors down someone ascended the steps, they were alone and he could sence the uneasiness within the persons heartbeat. He knew who this person was. He has been friends with him since college, though a few months back he thought he lost his friend. Though he couldnt blame him. He, himself, would have acted the same way. Though he still told himself that it was for the right reasons he didnt tell Foggy, or Karen for that matter.