"You ok Matt?" Foggy asked as he looked over at his friend

"I'm ok Foggy." Matt smiled as he looked up in the others direction. "I'm going to head home early.

"Matt?" Foggy stated raising his voice as his friend ventured to the door "Don't go killing yourself."

"I won't." Matt smiled knowing that Foggy was worried about his wellbeing.

Matt should have stayed in but something made him leave his apartment dressed in black, hiding who he was as he ventured the streets not quite sure what he was planning on doing.

He knew he needed more information on Fisk and what he was planning. As he started to figure out where to go from here a familiar scent that he had not smelt in years filled his nose making his eyes water. He couldn't hear anything at all he could just smell the familiar scent. Before he could do anything the scent had disappeared.

For the first time in a long time Matt was shocked and a little rattled that someone was there but hadn't made a sound. They could have killed him? Why were they there? What did they want? These questions spread around his mind quicker than a house on fire.

He could hardly control his feet as all the sounds around him became unbearable as his ears began to ring. Falling to his knees, covering his ears at an attempt to muffle the noise that was currently filling his ears with piercing pain.

Letting out a scream of pain, he pushed his hands harder to his ears trying with all his might to make it stop, just like he had done as a child. Snapped out of his pain, by a faint scent that made his nose tingle slightly.

They are still here? Matt asked himself as he tried to compose himself but to no avail he knew he had to get out of here. He was useless like this, a sitting duck with a target on his back. Not being able to concentrate made it hard to get around without walking into things, making it far harder than it had to be to get home never mind taking nearly an hour despite only being ten minutes away from his house.

Throwing himself on the sofa as the noises became unbearable as he began clawing at his ears. The pain finally sent him to sleep after hours of screaming in pain as he clawed at his ears causing his fingers to be drenched in his blood. The fact he had cut up his ears with his own jagged finger nails didn't even faze him, it was as if he didn't even know. The pain was to great that he didn't feel the pain of his now mangled ears.

Waking up to his alarm going off in his room he sat up realising he was still on the sofa. Grunting as he walked towards the bed room to turn the alarm off and get ready for work.

Standing in the shower he welcomed the hot water on his skin. Wincing slightly as the water touched his ears. Exploring where the pain was coming from he touched his ears surprised to feel dry blood crusted in and around his ears. Washing them gently he could no longer feel the crusted blood and finished he shower quickly trying to avoid the memory of yesterdays pain.

"Whoa, Matt! Are you ok?" Foggy shouted as he walked over to his friend who was now rubbing his forehead. "How?" Foggy questioned as he looked at his friend gobsmacked by his friends current discombobulated state. "Your ears!" he yelled a little to loud as he noticed blood oozing from his ears."

"Matt! Gosh are you ok?" Karen asked as she rushed in after hearing Foggy's yells. She looked at Foggy for answers but was left disconcerted when Foggy looked just as shocked and worried as she currently did. "Matt your ears, what happened?" she began examining hi looking for other wounds.

Matt held out a hand to stop his friends gawking at him in his current state.

"I'm fine guys. Just... tired." He smiled as he stuttered.

Both Foggy and Karen looked in disbelief as they watched their blind friend fumble to his desk.

"I have never seen him like this Karen. Ever." Foggy stated quietly his eyes never leaving his friend who had just stubbed his toe on his desk. "I'm worried. He did that to his own ears."

"What?" Karen questioned as she looked at the man in question "No, he couldn't do that to himself."

"Did you see his finger nails? They have dried blood under the nails."

"Why would he do that?"

"Notice how he isn't even reacting to us. He's acting as if he has just gone blind this instant."

"Gosh. It does seem that way. Foggy I'm worried." She said softy as she held the man's arm looking at him.

"Me too Karen." He replied as he touched the girls hand his eyes never leaving the blind man who was fumbling around with things on his desk, pushing things off his desk and trying franticly to pick them up. "Very worried."