DISCLAIMER: I do not, I repeat, do not own any Marvel characters. They
belong to Stan Lee. *bows and grovels in respect* Thanks!! Toodle pip!
*curtsies and exits gracelessly*
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Knives in the Dark
Chapter 1.5:
The next day, you were bombarded with questions from Urich, a fellow reporter for the New York Post. He had been following the Daredevil story for years and wanted to know more about how he fought.
"I've told you a hundred times, Urich, it went by so fast, most of it is a blur now," you said, exasperated.
"But you must remember something! Blaze, c'mon. It's me, your pal. You can tell me," he said, walking around your desk as you attempted to avoid him.
"Urich, please. If I remembered anything, it would be about the one who did this to me," you showed him the huge bruise that covered your entire throat.
"Ouch."
"Courtesy of Bullseye. Besides, why are you asking me? I heard tell you know Daredevil personally anyways. Just ask him and leave me be," you said, turning on your internet.
"Fine," he said, walking over to his own desk. "So, what story are you going to follow? Today's your deadline."
"I don't know. I haven't decided." you said, going to tombstonepeeps.com.
"You better hurry, you don't have much time."
"I know. Ooh, luvjohnnyringo's online!" you said, logging on to the live chat.
"Who?"
"Never mind," you said, typing Hey, Luv! What's up?
Not much. 0_o. Heard about your party last night, though. You gonna be okay?
You smiled as you typed. Did Vil tell you? I'll be fine. The worst that happened was a bruise the size of Montana on my neck and another the size of Samoa on my arm.
Ouch. Want me to help clean house?
No, like I said, I'll be fine. Gotta go. Chat with you later. Toodle pip!
You logged off and grabbed your tape recorder and ran out of the office. You began to follow the blind lawyer, Matt Murdock.
He stopped and said, "Miss Lauryl, if you wanted to speak with me, why didn't you just say so?" He turned and smiled at you.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock. I was wondering if I could interview you and Mr. Nelson today," you asked your long time friend sweetly.
"Sure. I'm meeting Foggy at the café, care to walk with me?" he asked you jauntily, holding out his arm.
You took his arm and the two of you turned to your right and walked into the café. People stared as you entered with Matt. You ignored them as usual and walked over to the table that was occupied by Matt's partner in law, Foggy Nelson.
"Blaze! How's it going?" Foggy asked as Matt and you joined him.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking, Foggy," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Can we get on with the interview, please? I have to get back to the office or Urich will have my head."
"Interveiw? What interview?" Foggy asked, confused.
"Don't tell me you forgot! Foggy!" you said, looking at him despairingly. He shrugged. "Okay. First question: if you could, would you bring the Daredevil to court?"
"What for? He turned in the Kingpin, Miss Lauryl. Why should we have any reason to?" Matt said defensively.
"Well, for all the damages he's caused just to protect New York. Duh. Three years ago, he nearly destroyed the church in the middle of the city," you said a little irritated.
"No. I'd like to pull Bullseye in if anybody," Foggy muttered.
You changed gears with lightning speed, "Okay, Mr. Nelson. Why is that?"
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"I'm fine! Sorry, are there any other reasons?" you said, quickly.
Matt put his coffee down and said, "Because he did most of the damages to the church. He's killed more people than any three thugs combined. And because he killed Electra."
Checking your watch, you said, "Thank you. I think I've found my angle. Thanks boys!" You turned off your tape recorder and ran out of the café as fast as you could.
"What the hell.?"
~*~
Back at the office, you began typing furiously. Urich walked over and rested his chin on your shoulder.
" 'I would like the public to know as of today, March 15th, at 10:39 am, I will be following the mass assassin, Bullseye, and reporting his actions. Though this is a particularly dangerous assignment, I shall do this only for the benefit of my readers, that they may know what the assassin is up to and may be prepared to defend themselves from him if need be.' Interesting angle. I like it. Good work," he said, reading your article.
He walked over to the clipboard hanging on the wall and wrote something on it.
"All right, Blaze. You are now Bullseye's tracker. I will hold you to your word, I'll have you know. If you fail to fulfill your promise, you will be on probation and might not be able to write for us."
You looked at him skeptically, "Urich. You and I are the only two who write for you. If I'm fired, the New York Post will have a one column Urban Legends in it." You turned back to your computer and hit 'print.' "Don't worry, I get my story every time."
"All right. I believe you."
Knives in the Dark
Chapter 1.5:
The next day, you were bombarded with questions from Urich, a fellow reporter for the New York Post. He had been following the Daredevil story for years and wanted to know more about how he fought.
"I've told you a hundred times, Urich, it went by so fast, most of it is a blur now," you said, exasperated.
"But you must remember something! Blaze, c'mon. It's me, your pal. You can tell me," he said, walking around your desk as you attempted to avoid him.
"Urich, please. If I remembered anything, it would be about the one who did this to me," you showed him the huge bruise that covered your entire throat.
"Ouch."
"Courtesy of Bullseye. Besides, why are you asking me? I heard tell you know Daredevil personally anyways. Just ask him and leave me be," you said, turning on your internet.
"Fine," he said, walking over to his own desk. "So, what story are you going to follow? Today's your deadline."
"I don't know. I haven't decided." you said, going to tombstonepeeps.com.
"You better hurry, you don't have much time."
"I know. Ooh, luvjohnnyringo's online!" you said, logging on to the live chat.
"Who?"
"Never mind," you said, typing Hey, Luv! What's up?
Not much. 0_o. Heard about your party last night, though. You gonna be okay?
You smiled as you typed. Did Vil tell you? I'll be fine. The worst that happened was a bruise the size of Montana on my neck and another the size of Samoa on my arm.
Ouch. Want me to help clean house?
No, like I said, I'll be fine. Gotta go. Chat with you later. Toodle pip!
You logged off and grabbed your tape recorder and ran out of the office. You began to follow the blind lawyer, Matt Murdock.
He stopped and said, "Miss Lauryl, if you wanted to speak with me, why didn't you just say so?" He turned and smiled at you.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock. I was wondering if I could interview you and Mr. Nelson today," you asked your long time friend sweetly.
"Sure. I'm meeting Foggy at the café, care to walk with me?" he asked you jauntily, holding out his arm.
You took his arm and the two of you turned to your right and walked into the café. People stared as you entered with Matt. You ignored them as usual and walked over to the table that was occupied by Matt's partner in law, Foggy Nelson.
"Blaze! How's it going?" Foggy asked as Matt and you joined him.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking, Foggy," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Can we get on with the interview, please? I have to get back to the office or Urich will have my head."
"Interveiw? What interview?" Foggy asked, confused.
"Don't tell me you forgot! Foggy!" you said, looking at him despairingly. He shrugged. "Okay. First question: if you could, would you bring the Daredevil to court?"
"What for? He turned in the Kingpin, Miss Lauryl. Why should we have any reason to?" Matt said defensively.
"Well, for all the damages he's caused just to protect New York. Duh. Three years ago, he nearly destroyed the church in the middle of the city," you said a little irritated.
"No. I'd like to pull Bullseye in if anybody," Foggy muttered.
You changed gears with lightning speed, "Okay, Mr. Nelson. Why is that?"
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"I'm fine! Sorry, are there any other reasons?" you said, quickly.
Matt put his coffee down and said, "Because he did most of the damages to the church. He's killed more people than any three thugs combined. And because he killed Electra."
Checking your watch, you said, "Thank you. I think I've found my angle. Thanks boys!" You turned off your tape recorder and ran out of the café as fast as you could.
"What the hell.?"
~*~
Back at the office, you began typing furiously. Urich walked over and rested his chin on your shoulder.
" 'I would like the public to know as of today, March 15th, at 10:39 am, I will be following the mass assassin, Bullseye, and reporting his actions. Though this is a particularly dangerous assignment, I shall do this only for the benefit of my readers, that they may know what the assassin is up to and may be prepared to defend themselves from him if need be.' Interesting angle. I like it. Good work," he said, reading your article.
He walked over to the clipboard hanging on the wall and wrote something on it.
"All right, Blaze. You are now Bullseye's tracker. I will hold you to your word, I'll have you know. If you fail to fulfill your promise, you will be on probation and might not be able to write for us."
You looked at him skeptically, "Urich. You and I are the only two who write for you. If I'm fired, the New York Post will have a one column Urban Legends in it." You turned back to your computer and hit 'print.' "Don't worry, I get my story every time."
"All right. I believe you."