Disclaimer: Most characters and the concept in this writing are the property of Marvel and their related affiliates. Except some upcoming characters later but I'll mention them then.
Author's note: Hello everyone! This will be my very first fan fiction after a long time break.
Also it will be my first story that I am writing in english. Hopefully there won't be too many mistakes esp. grammar types because english isn't not my native language. German Girl waving at you.
And it's my first try to write a 'superhero' story – but it won't be so much hero-like I guess. ^^
Summary: There are things that are coming out at night. They'll hunt you. They'll scare you. They'll try to get you crazy. Stand up and let's face them. Together.
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Prologue
'No!'
The scream was so loud. It hurt in his ears.
'No!'
There was it again. Louder. Scarier.
He didn't know what to do. He felt so helpless right now. But he didn't know why. He doesn't understand what's happening. He wasn't able to focus. He wasn't able to feel. He wasn't able to think.
Right now… at this particular moment… he felt lost.
He just felt like a prisoner. Trapped in his own body. And he didn't know why.
It scared him. A lot.
And he did not understand what's happening to him.
'Noooooooooooo!'
This scream was so intense. It didn't just scared him now – it freakd him out.
This scream… he didn't know why but his mind was alarming so badly – and his body won't do any action.
Then it happened. Like an echo there was this scream again. It sounded like the person it came from put all left energy in it.
'Nooooo! You bastard! He'll find you and he will kill you!'
The scream ended abruptly. Now there was total silence.
Suddenly it came to him. Hit him like a sledgehammer.
This scream… it was in Foggy's voice!
That meant his best friend was in grief danger. His mind was working on high level – but his body still taking non-action.
He began to panic. Why the hell he couldn't move at all? What was going on here?
There was his friend out there who'll be hurt or even worse. And his body has decided to rest. What the hell…?
His panic started to rise up. He tried to get calm, focused and telling his body to try. As hard as it get.
But whatever he tried – nothing happened. He felt totally exhausted from one moment to another.
There he was now: Alone, exhausted, panicked, helpless and scared about his best friend. His family.
Silence. Darkness. Total emptiness.
Suddenly – out of the blue – there was a voice. A yelling and reproachful voice.
'It's your fault Murdock! You've done this to me! You damn bastard! I hate you! You've killed me!'
His breath caught. That can't be true. His mind was freaking out.
It was Foggy's voice. Again!
But Foggy can't be dead. No way! He would protect this guy with his own life. That can't be true!
He tried to move again. And again. And again. But nothing happened.
Then there was this voice – Foggy's voice – again.
'It's your fault that i'm dead you son of a bitch! You weren't there for me! Like always! You never cared about other people! There was always the poor poor blinded as a kid Matthew Murdock who lost his old school boxer daddy and bla bla bla! You suck Murdock! Go to hell you bastard!'
He could feel the tears running down his face while he tried to get his body back in action desperately.
'Foggy! No! I never wanted… I was never… I had never been thinking… I mean…FOOOGGYYYYY!'
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