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Psalm 34:19
The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all;


Not I


Chapter 1: Fire To My Soul

Jonathan "Jack" Murdock was a professional boxer. He lost more than he won, with a record at 24-31. But he could take a beating. Every now and then he'd get hit and something inside him would snap. He's mother, She used to say, "Be careful of the Murdock boys. They got the devil in 'em." And you'd see it sometimes in the ring. His eyes would go dead... and he'd start walking forward real slow, hands at his sides like he wasn't afraid of anything. And the other guy, he'd see that look, and he'd try to get away from him. he'd catch him and trap him in a corner. He let the devil out.

Jack's son; Matthew couldn't understand what grandmother meant, not back then at least. But now he did.

Cause he was about to let his devil out.

Krystal White was a 20 year-old, who worked at Rome's Palace after school. Not only to pay for school, but to also help her mother around the house. The job didn't pay a lot, but it more made up for it in tips. Plus her boss; Relly. Let her take some food home sometime, which helped as well. Tonight in particularly was good. Not only did she make almost hundred-fifty dollars in tips tonight, she also got her overtime.

"Maybe I'll get me and Ma's hair done and Ben that new Madden?" Krystal wonder to herself. Thinking about how her little brother got a paper route job. Too try help her and their mother. He's been wanting Madden 15 for weeks now.

Yes! Tonight was a pretty nice night. But little did the young lady know it was about to go south really fast.

While walking through the parking lot to catch the 11:30 P.M. subway to head home, but lost in her thoughts. Krystal didn't see or hear the sleazy figure coming upon her. It quickly wrapped it's unsavory hands around her throat and waist, carrying her struggle 5 foot person to a dark ally.

"Don't worry baby. If you play nice you might like it and ask for more." The assailant said in a sleazy voice. Letting out a chuckle to match.

Krystal's brown eye's widen with panic and heart thumped furiously with fear. Realizing this mugger wanted more than her money. Using all her might and taking advantage of the Mugger/Rapist's relaxing grip, as they neared the alley. She was able to break the grip of her assailant grip and run.

"Help! Someone Please Help Me! Krystal screamed as loudly has she could. Her voice mix with dismay and begging. For she knew the odds of someone hearing her were low, even lower were the chance of somebody hearing and actually helping her.

This was Hell's Kitchen nobody helps nobody for free.

Krystal's hopes was extinguish and fears realize, when the Mugger/Rapist caught up to her. Grabbing her hard by the shoulders and throwing her into a parked car near by. Her head bouncing off the side of the car door, leaving a small dent.

" That wasn't very wise little tramp. Now I guess I'm going to have take it right here. If you do anything I will break your fucking jaw, got it sweetheart?" The Mugger/Rapist spoke in a voice matching his whole persona and left no room for conversation. Has he slowly walked to the young woman he threw to the ground, he's grimy hands going towards his belt.

Tears started to roll down Krystal light brown face. Has she came to the realization that nobody was going to save her. This guy was 6'2 and weighed as least 200 pounds. He was way out of Krystal's weight class.

But he was just right for Matt who heard Krystal's pleading screams and terrorize heartbeat a block and half a way. Who processed to run, jump and flip through the rooftops of Hell's Kitchen to get her.

After flipping down a fire escape Matt came upon them in the same alley the assailant tried to take his would-be victim. Both hearts pounding. One in anticipation of a conquest, the other in fear of being conquered.

Matt Murdock could hear both heartbeats as If they were his own, and they made him sick.

Moving quickly and quietly, the way his teacher taught him long ago. He snuck up on the Mugger/Rapist until he right behind. Taking both his hands Matt smashed them in both the Mugger/Rapist's ears, making his head ring and throwing his equilibria off. As the Mugger/Rapist let out painful yelp and threw his hands to cover his head. Matt used the opening to perform standard Aikido throw, his opponent hitting the concrete ground with loud thoud.

Pausing in his attack for a moment to check on the young waitress. Matt focused his powerful senses on Krystal to make sure she was okay. He's didn't hear her bones shifting or grinding together, which meant she didn't have any breaks, fractures or sprain. But he could taste and smell some copper in the air.

"She has a small cut on her head and some tiny scraps on hands, that must of broke her skin. Most likely from when this asshole threw her into the car and she tried to brace herself." Matt thought angrily to himself. Fists clenching harder with anticipation of giving this worm, the beatdown he so needed.

The Mugger/Rapist stood up on wobbly legs. Before finding his balance and facing his attacker, it was The Man in Black. The guy who has been making life difficult for people in his line of work.

"YOU!? YU… Y… YU...YOU SHOULD SERIOUSLY BACK THE HELL UP FREAK!" The Mugger/Rapist stuttered then shouted, pulling out a long pocket knife. Trying he's very best to be intimidating. But Matt could hear the fear in his voice.

The Mugger/Rapist charged at the Man in Black, looking to stab or slash him, The Mask ducked and weaved between the The Mugger/Rapist attacks, looking like a highly skilled boxer. Sensing an opening The Mask Man swung a left hook catching his opponent in the side of his abdomen with hard shot, then following it with hard three piece combination of punches straight to the cheek and jaw. The blows drawing blood.

Matt let a small wicked smirk grace his lips, as he smelt the aroma of blood in the air. Also as his opponent heart beat increase with hate and terror.

The assailant let out a loud angry groan as he again, charging at the Man in Black in a more wild fashion. Who caught one of crazed swings by the wrist and gave it nasty twist, which snapped the bone in two. The assailant howled in agony, but didn't know it was more to come.

The Man In Black than performed a Judo technique that broke assailant's forearm in a ugly crunch. Swinging him off the ground by the same arm until he standing up, the Masked Man perform a agile kick. Connecting to the Mugger/Rapist jaw,making his head snap back and blood fly from his mouth. Along with a tooth.

Turning to face the young lady, who watched the whole exchange in shock and wonderment. Matt slowly walked towards Krystal, who was still on the ground.

Coming directly under the street light, Krystal was able to clearly see the Masked Vigilante. That stood before her. He wore a black mask over his head, eyes and nose, leaving only his mouth uncovered. Along black suit with reyd stitching, with pants and boots to match. Krystal couldn't deny that, while this man saved her. His outfit gave her the creeps sightly.

"Are you alright?" Asked the Masked Vigilante in firm, but gentle tone. Offering the still anxious young lady a hand, to stand up. Which she took slowly, but thankfully.

" You're safe now he won't hurt you or anyone no more." The Man in Black said his tone still firm and gentle, as he helped Krystal get to her feet. Smoothly and softly.

"Th… Th.. Thank you! Thank you so very much! You saved me from being…" Krystal couldn't finish her thanking he rescuer. Her voice filled with deep gratitude, as she broke into tears of relief and thanks.

Matt couldn't help but let, a tiny smile display on his face. In sense accomplishment and appreciation. He gave her a simple nod in thanks and as well as saying your welcome.

"Call the police and have your boss stay with you until they come." The Masked Vigilante said, tone still the same as before. Letting go of Krystal's hand, and nodding his head towards the restaurant. Krystal's boss came running to the window, then through the door. Gun in hand ready to help his employee and friend.

Looking in the direction we're Relly was coming from, with a GLOCK 19 in his left hand. He had his cell phone in right hand, and he was on it. With 911 Krystal concluded.

Turning back to face the Man In Black and give her thanks one more time, Krystal was shocked to see he vanished.

" He was just standing in front of me second ago, now he's nowhere in sight" Krystal thought in amazement. Taking a few steps forward, searching the area for her savoir. But find nothing but the man who tried to robbed her of something more important than money, her dignity. On the concrete ground, still unconscious and his forearm and wrist bones showing.


Crouched on the ledge of a building across the street, Matt monitored the conversation between the waitress and boss. Relly saying sorry for not hearing and coming to her sooner, that he was in back counting tonight's inventory, with the his headphones on. Krystal replying that was it okay and she was fine. Pointing his gun in line of the man who layed on the ground, asking who the hell he was and what happened to him.

Krystal process to explain the incident that transpired to her friend, but then asking him did he see where the Man in Black. Still wondering.

Relly said he didn't see where he went. That when he looked down to put his phone back in his pocket and back up, the Man in Black was gone.

"I thought that maybe he was the one trying to rob you." Relly said his voice hard to place. But sounding thankful none less.

"No! He the one who saved me! I was saved by the The Devil of Hell's Kitchen!" Krystal replied with a tone full of thankfulness and admiration for the man that helped her.

Matt let out light dry chuckle from where he observed them, listening to the radios, engines and sirens of the police and ambulance. They were about a mile or two from the scene, moving fast tonight for a change.

"Things should be fine here." Matt thought evenly to himself, now performing expert acrobatic parkour movements along the rooftops. Heading west, having picked up on a home invasion in progress on the police radio.

One thought that Matt Murdock has been having lately; Is how would the people of Hell's Kitchen would take it if they knew or ever found out. That the Devil of it was blind.

This is chapter one of a small drabble of stories I'm doing, that chronicles some of Matt Murdock early days. Of protecting Hell's Kitchen and the people in it.

Please tell me you're thoughts and feelings of this chapter.