When Matt woke up he found himself lying on a street corner somewhere in the middle of Hell's Kitchen he guessed. His sensed that his billy club was lying a few feet away from him. When he slowly sat up he felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head. He also felt a bit lightheaded. Was he drunk? With a groan Matt reached for his billy club and he stood up. He walked about five steps before he started feeling dizzy again. He clutched a nearby wall with one hand for support as he tried to regain his balance.
"What happened to me?" He thought to himself as he began to hear the familiar sounds of the city in his own unique way but they sounded distorted. It was like something wasn't quite right. He continued to walk trying to work out where his apartment was so that he could go home and find out what was going on with him. He came across a young woman who was standing at the side of the street and decided to ask her where he was. Her heartbeat suggested to Matt that she seemed nice enough.
"Hey excuse me I don't mean to bother you but is this Hell's Kitchen?" Matt asked her. The change in her heartbeat suggested that she recognised him which was a good sign.
"Yeah this is Hell's Kitchen." She replied. Her heartbeat sounded excited again. "aren't you Daredevil?"
"That's me." Matt said in an upbeat voice despite feeling like crap.
"This is so cool." The woman said happily. "I have never met a superhero before or one of your kind."
"Well you have now." Matt said as he smiled. "I have to go now but you take care."
"I will." She replied firmly and he could sense her hand moving like she could be waving at him as he walked away from her. "Bye Daredevil."
"Bye and thanks." Matt called back and as soon as he stopped talking to her he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him again. He really needed to find his apartment and fast. At least he knew he was in the right place.
He must have been walking around aimlessly for about an hour before he finally reached where his apartment was. He had tried not to draw too much attention to himself even though he did to that young woman but it was hard not to when you are wearing a devil costume. He could hear people yelling at him some friendly and some not so friendly but he ignored them.
He opened the door to his apartment and he went to the fridge. If he was drunk he might as well try and eat something so that there's more than just alcohol in his system. There was hardly anything to eat apart from a ham sandwich. He supposed that would have to do.
After he finished his sandwich he felt weird again but this time it wasn't dizziness. In fact he suddenly felt full of energy. The way he felt during a battle.
"What the hell?" Matt muttered. "I was feeling awful earlier and now I feel like i'm on a high."
This feeling started to consume him and he felt like he needed to go back out and punch something. Anyone. He had to stop himself.
Realising that there was something really wrong with him he called Foggy.
"Foggy I think there's something wrong with me." Matt stated after Foggy answered him.
"There must be if you are phoning me at 2am." Foggy replied sounding like he was tired. "I nearly thought it was a call saying you were lying dead somewhere."
"I think I might be soon." Matt said with a sigh.
"Wait what?" Foggy sounded worried. "Matt what's wrong with you?"
"I think something has happened to me tonight. I don't remember what happened to me but something did." Matt explained. "I woke up lying in a street corner and I felt very lighthearted and everything sounded distorted. I managed to find my way home. I ate some food and now I feel like i'm on an adrenaline rush."
"Uh that doesn't sound good." Foggy said sounding even more worried. "I'm going to come and see you tomorrow morning okay? try and get some rest Matt."
"Okay." Matt replied. He went to go to bed but he suddenly heard the sound of someone screaming a few blocks away. Usually he would know when to ignore these because if he answered to these cries of help all the time he would go insane. However with this new energy flowing through him he couldn't control himself. He suddenly felt very angry and his head felt like it was about to burst open. Before he knew what he was doing he opened the door and went back outside.
