DAREDEVIL: BLIND JUSTICE
By Nick Garland
Disclaimer:
Don't own these characters. Sorry to disappoint but Mr. Commercial Quesada rules the roost at Marvel…
CHAPTER 1: This Old Man…
The young girl was running screaming, the two thugs chasing her, weapons held up symbolically, laughing. Suddenly, a red gloved arm shot from the darkness of a side alley, pulling one of the gangbangers into the darkness.
"Just give me a reason," Daredevil, The Man Without Fear, glared at his prey, teeth shining in the darkness, "Scum."
He slammed his opponent into the wall. The rapist slumped unconscious… and the vigilante was gone!
The girl tripped. She fell and the gangbanger was onto her, blade raised.
"Drop the knife."
The criminal turned, smiling oddly.
"Make me."
"So be it."
The Man Without Fear hurled his billy club perfectly, knocking the knife away. He charged in and rammed his opponent into the wall, kneeing him in the gut.
"Ah, Jesus!" The punk was whimpering… crying, "God! No!"
"SCUM!" Daredevil was punching him. Again. Again. Blood splashed over his costume. He would not allow this to happen in his neighbourhood!
The girl screamed. He knew what had happened instantly. The first punk, the one he had knocked out, stood over the dying woman, knife in hand.
"No!" Daredevil dropped to his knees. The thug kicked him. He fell, whimpering:
"What have I done? What have I done?"
He ran… and ran… and he never returned. He had failed. He had, ultimately, failed…
Fourteen years later, Matthew Murdock sat in his armchair at home. He was fifty seven years old, and he could feel it. He discarded yet another bottle of whisky and sighed, sightlessly facing the cross on his wall. There was a knocking at the door. Murdock slowly rose and wandered to the door, wrenching it open.
That presence. That instant deadly vibe he felt. Matt bit his lip in pain as he remembered…
He was married, to Milla Donovan. But Bullseye arrived, disguised as room service on their honeymoon. And it was a nightmare. Matt had, once again, failed the woman he loved as Bullseye slipped in while Matt was gone, raping and murdering Milla. But Bullseye was dead now. He had gone too far, and he had paid for it with his life… but who was this on the doorstep? Bullseye was DEAD… wasn't he?
Matt breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing and sighed in shock and relief… for a moment.
"Rogers."
Steve Rogers, looking no older than forty and still unbelievably muscular, stood on the doorstep, wearing a long black overcoat over his S.H.I.E.L.D uniform.
"Matt…" Steve began.
"Get out, and go to Hell!"
"We need to talk, Murdock!" Steve caught the door and held it open as Matt attempted to slam it, "You need help."
"Maybe, but not from you, Rogers… don't come back here, you prick!" Snapped the bitter old man, attempting to slam the door, but Steve was much too strong. He looked disappointed in the man who had once been his friend.
"Please, Matt," He groaned, "Can't we just talk as men?"
"Never. Not after what you did!" Matt once again attempted to slam the door, and succeeded. Rogers had given up… for now. But that man was stubborn, and he'd be back…
Matt walked into the kitchen. He needed a drink. The blind, old man threw open his fridge and felt around. Dammit. No drink left. Matt sighed and wandered back into the main room, sinking into his armchair once again.
He flicked on the TV with his remote control. The news. Another attack by the new Kingpin. Damn her. Damn you, Elektra! How could you do this to me? He thought.
NEXT UP: Will Matt Murdock emerge from his drunken state? What is happening to the city? Is Elektra truly the new Kingpin of Crime? Be here next time to find out, true believers!