A/N:Welcome true believers to another Marvel story. Hopefully you'll like this one. The story will deal with daughter of Daredevil. The idea came from kingmonkey. I thank him or her for giving me the idea. If you wish to see the first time she ever showed up check out chapter six, otherwise known as The Last Call, of Ben Parker, Part One.

Disclaimer:I own nothing but the plot, characters actions and some characters. The idea for this story was the idea of kingmonkey. I thank you.

October 2005

Sarah Murdock sat in a never ending English class at Central NYC High. She pushed her shoulder length long hair behind her ears as she listened to Mr. McCormick go on and on about some poet. She was an orphan you could say. Well, only the school's principle knew it. Matt Murdock had died for her. To protect her. She shook her head and stared off into nowhere. Her blue eyes wandered. She wasn't blind like her father but she had inherited his sonar like superpower. "Zak got Amy pregnant?" she thought. She was one to abuse her powers. The school knew her as the gossip hound. She hated being called that but at least she knew everyone's secrets. She looked at the clock and saw the bell was about to ring. She looked up and her ears adjusted to the octave of the bell so not to damage her hearing. The bell rung and she got up and set off into the halls. She hated school but she knew she had to go. Her father was watching her from above. She could hear his voice sometimes. She sighed and put her books into her locker and set off for lunch. She passed the office and saw a blond girl her age sitting in a chair. "I wonder who she is." She shrugged it off and saw the guy she sat next to in chemistry. Ben Parker son of Peter Parker or Spider-Man as he was widely known. Her father had told her this right before he died. That was almost three years ago. An hour later she sat down in chemistry sitting next to him. "Hey Ben." she said.

"Hey Sarah." he replied nervously. "So do you know what we're doing?"

"Notes." Sarah said. "I know that for a fact."

"How exactly?" Ben asked.

"Heard the class before ours talking about it." she replied calmly. This was not the true way she knew. She used her hearing to spy in on the teacher. And oh boy was gym gonna be fun. The bell rung again and the teacher, Ms. Anderson, walked in and wrote a formula up on the board.

"We will be learning about this formula today class." she said. "Take out your note taking material and take notes on it." An hour later the bell rung and she said her goodbyes to Ben. She walked down the hall and headed off for gym.

Several hours later Sarah sat in a dirty subway car headed towards Hells Kitchen. She shook her head and looked around the dark car. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was deserted. She was the only one sitting in the car. Figures. Most people were afraid to travel to Hells Kitchen by subway. The doors opened and she exited the subway into a somewhat clean station.

She walked up the stairs and into the dark neighborhood. She coughed as the smoke from a nearby bar filled her lungs. She walked down the dark alley to an empty warehouse. She took out a key a turned it. She pushed the huge sliding door aside and closed it as she entered. Inside there were red leather costumes and masks with horns on them. She passed through the small corridor and into a larger room with old gym equipment. Punching bags, dumbbells, and other things of the sort stood alone in the room. She had pictures and newspaper articles of and about Daredevil. On a low shelf lay a pair of sunglasses. They were her fathers. They were a symbol of justice.

She continued to walk through the warehouse into a smaller home environment like section. There was the kitchen, well kind of a kitchen, the toilet in the room next door with the shower head jetting out of the wall that would only stay on for two minutes and give out cold water, the corner with a bed in it, and the little storage room she used for homework. She tossed her stuff into the storage room and headed back to the makeshift gym and put on a pair of beat up boxing gloves and started to punch the punching bag.

Several hours later night started to fall. As the moon filtered in through the lights she tied her hair into a ponytail and headed for that corridor with the red leather masks and suits in them. She got into the main part and pulled on the gloves. Soon she grabbed a pair of boots and slid them on. She reached for one of the masks and pulled it on over her head hiding the red hair under it. She climbed up a ladder and grabbed a nearby billy club. As she climbed up it she opened a hatch and onto the roof of the warehouse. She was the new avenger of justice. She would not rest until justice in Hells Kitchen had been served.

She jumped onto a nearby rooftop. She had heard about a cockfighting ring just a few blocks away. She was going to crash it and stop it. She darted around the top of the building it was being housed in a slid in through a window. She had to be quiet. Sarah quickly grabbed onto one of the rafters and swung onto a pile of crates and awaited for it to stop. The roosters started to charge and fight. She dropped down and started to punch and kick the breeders and fighters. Minutes later she left the building and within seconds the cops pulled in and they were arrested. Just another night as Daredevil. She jumped to another rooftop in the dark of night and sensed there was something wrong going on somewhere. She just couldn't put her finger on it.