Chapter 3
Matt stifled a groan. His unseeing eyes fluttered open. Where was he? The memories of his kidnapping washed over him. Fudge, he thought to himself. First thing to check was if he still was hungover he decided. Concentrating he enveloped himself in the flames of what surrounded him, but wasn't suffocating from the information. Sea salt, coffee being brewed, mice chittering, and at least 20 people in the building with him. The most important news he received was he wasn't in Hell's Kitchen. The air was more condensed in The Kitchen.
He then guided his senses to see what situation he was in. He was lying on coarse tile floor in what seemed to be a cage, no a jail-cell, he mused. He wasn't bound in any rope, which Matt decided to use to his advantage when he would pummel his kidnapper's face much to his enjoyment. His cane was gone, as well as his suit, and glasses. Matt struggled to feet almost doubling over the pain in his back. "Didn't even give me a bed." He grumbled. Being super-sensitive had its downsides. Oh yeah, an extra beating to the idiot who forgot a bed. After meditating to loosen the muscles in his back, Matt finally made it to the edge of his cell. Feeling the hard bars, his spine shivered as the pleasant coolness of the metal went from his fingers to his toes. Way to go over the top, he thought. This was not going to be easy.
Finishing admiring the lengths of his captives work, Murdock wanted to know who had the guts to nab him. Extending his senses once more, he searched for voices. Sifting through the conversations in the building he listened to whether Digimon or Pokemon were better, a talk show on the T.V., and an order of pizza, finally Matt zeroed in on a voice that radiated leadership.
"Why did we go after him," a man interrogated the leader, "I personally think it would have been way more productive to have started with his partner, then threaten the partner with Murdock." Matt listened to this man intently. He knew that man's voice, if only Matt had been close enough to pinpoint the heartbeat to identifying him.
"Because," The leader sighed. His deep voice resonated in Matt's skull, "if we want the Devil we need Mr. Murdock, and I would rather be direct than vague threats and middle men. Look what happened to me last time I tried that approach."
Matt crumpled to the floor. How was this possible? It had two months since he put that psychopath in jail. The man he was listening to was none other than… Wilson Fisk. Matt hyperventilating; tried to recover control of his body, while it kept playing the words in his mind. Fisk… Fisk… Fisk…
Notes: I'm sorry for not posting earlier... truth is this chapter was sooo writer's block for me. I also just realized that I can't reply to reviews more than once which sucks. so I will answer them here!
goldacharmed- Excellent question! and thx for supports! 3
rhpsp- I'm so happy to here that I captured everyones' character for you. I loved the Princess Bride reference too.