A/N: Okay, like I said, here's the next story. This one was written in October, so it should be less cheesy. It might get a little strange, but bear with it, it should all make sense in the end. For clarification, I've labeled the sections as: DD - meaning the usual, SW - seeing world (it'll make sense in the third chapter) and BW - meaning, of course, blind world.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, let me again thank ModernScribe, who is such a great editor, she promised to stay up with me to get this one out and is now snoring into my carpet. Thanks a lot.

A/N2: This is the corrected version. The story line is the same but the grammar and dialogue is cleaned up a bit. Hopefully the corrections will make the story a little more enjoyable.

Disclaimer: If I own Daredevil, or any other characters I might have borrowed, you all owe me a big check. Nothing arriving in the mail? Guess not.

Chapter One: Anniversary

SCREECH! CRASH! A flash of white light, then darkness.

"Mr. Murdock? May we talk for a moment?" The nurse waits until Jack Murdock closes the door behind him. "I am afraid I have some bad news for you. The liquid that splashed into Matt's eyes was toxic. I am sorry Mr. Murdock, but your son is blind."

Matthew Murdock's head snapped up from its position on the desk. He felt his watch. It was seven thirty. Time to go home.

On the way out, Matt stopped at his partner's, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson's, door to tell him he was calling it a night.

"So early? When was the last time you turned in at seven thirty?" Foggy called at Matt's retreating back.

Matt stopped and turned around to face him. "Today's the third."

"Yeah, so?"

"It's been fifteen years."

"Since what?"

Matt had never told Foggy the details of the accident that had cost him his sight. Then again, only he knew the whole story. Matt decided it was time he told Foggy about some of the events of October third, fifteen years ago.

"Since the accident."

"Wanna talk about it?" Foggy asked.

Matt nodded, following Foggy into his office. He pushed the many law books off the couch and sat down. He waited for a moment, then cleared his throat and started telling his story.

"As you know, I was fifteen years old. I was coming out of the library when I saw this blind man – I can appreciate the irony – crossing the street. Then I saw the truck. It was speeding. I learned later that the driver had had a heart attack, but all I could think about then was that the man was moving too slowly. I knew there was no chance he would cross before the truck hit him. I didn't think; I just acted. Next thing I knew, the man was safe, and I was lying on the ground. Then came the explosion.

"I woke in the hospital with my father sitting next to me. You know the rest." Matt said, but he knew Foggy didn't know the rest. He didn't know that the waste that blinded Matt also heightened his remaining senses. He didn't know that those senses allowed Matt to be Daredevil.

"Good God Matt, you never told me that! I thought you were in a car wreck or something! We've known each other since college and I never knew." Foggy rattled. Then his other emotions caught up and he said, "You want me to come home with you?"

"Nah, I'll be fine. I just want some time with myself."

With that, Matt picked up his cane, and walked to the door. He could still hear Foggy's heartbeat, faster than normal.

-DD-

Matt arrived at his brownstone twenty minutes later. He unlocked his door, listening as it creaked slightly.

Matt went into his kitchen to start dinner. As he got the ingredients out of the fridge, he turned on the radio. He listened in silence as the newscaster reported on the new Wal-Mart coming in and was about to turn it off when the story suddenly switched.

Before the report had finished, the water was boiling and Matt was gone.

-DD-

Daredevil smiled. He lived for the feeling of the wind slapping his face as he leaped across buildings. He loved the feeling of complete freedom. It was the only time he didn't feel like he was acting. It was total bliss.

Then Daredevil smelled it: the sharp and unmistakable smell of blood. Daredevil hated that smell. It invaded every sense, seeping into every niche and cranny. It was the one smell he could never block out.

He turned left, heading toward the smell and the sound of sirens. When he got there, however, he wished he hadn't. There were people screaming, police running around like chickens with their heads cut off, and blood. Much more blood than he had thought. Daredevil's hyper senses were overloaded.

Daredevil blocked out as much of the noise and distraction as he could and concentrated on the chief of police. The chief was yelling. His voice was so high pitched that even Daredevil had trouble hearing it.

"Johnson! Get those people away from there! O'Henry, get me another body bag!" he barked, then, catching sight of Daredevil, shouted "If you are going to be of any help, you had better get yourself down here!"

Daredevil almost smiled. He recognized the voice of Lieutenant Nick Manolas, a rough but fair officer and a somewhat friend of Daredevil's. They had worked together a few times. The fact that he was here, however, wasn't comforting. Lieutenant Manolas was the officer in charge of any case related to Bullseye, one of Daredevil's most deadly foes.

"Hello Lieutenant" Daredevil said, jumping off the fire escape with a graceful summersault, landing on his feet in front of the cop.

"You know why I'm here?" Manolas asked.

He never was one to mince words.

"I suspect it's because Bullseye has been spotted?" Daredevil replied flatly. Please don't say yes, he thought. But even as the thoughts formed, he knew there was no such luck.

"Right, three victims." Manolas looked down at the body at his feet, "Poor devils."

Daredevil sighed. "So, when did it happen?" He could feel the first victim losing body heat as he spoke.

"The coroner puts their time of death around eight o'clock."

"What time is it now?" Daredevil asked. His watch was still with his suit at his brownstone.

Manolas glanced at his watch, "Almost nine."

"Well, I doubt Bullseye is anywhere near here, but I'll take a look." Daredevil started to pull out his billy club to swing to the top of the nearest building, but Manolas stopped him.

"Wait a second, Red."

Daredevil stopped, surprised at his tone.

"Be careful."

Daredevil nodded in response, and was gone.

Manolas sighed. He liked Daredevil, although he didn't want Daredevil to know it. He had a great deal of respect for the man in tights. Sure, they'd had their disagreements, but they were both on the same side, and Nick knew that.

He looked up again at Daredevil's outline, almost invisible against the dark October sky, and whispered "Good luck." Then he turned back to the bodies and started yelling at his team to take them back to the morgue.

-DD-

Daredevil searched until midnight for Bullseye. He didn't expect to find anything, Bullseye was, after all, a pro, but still, there was always a chance. He broke up a bar fight, stopped a couple robberies – the usual stuff – before finally heading home to his brownstone.

Matt was still thinking about Bullseye when he fell asleep.