Dare to Kill a Daredevil
Chapter Two
The Hunted
Matt opened his eyes his pupils a color of white blue, though it didn't matter if he did or not being he was blind, the noises outside growing louder and louder as he tried to shove them out, but it was no use.
He could hardly get any sleep last night because of the noise, usually he slept at his place in a metal casket almost completely filled with water, the water level coming up to the edge of his facing leaving him to breathe, the rest of his body was under water. The reason he slept like this every night was to have peace and quite, no noise what so ever. The metal casket was almost sound proof, and the water drowned out what noise would make its way through.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, hearing and feeling the soft sheet fall off his fit and scarred torso to his waist, lifting his right hand and ran it along the sheet until it found a knee.
Casandra was still there.
Running his hand up the knee along the perfectly rounded thigh until blue, grey and white images began to form in his head seconds later he was able to see his hand moving along her leg, he took his hand off and looked around. The A.C. was on above his head and he could see the cool air moving through the metal grates of the vents, looking to the right now and could see the form of a clock on the dresser.
He threw the sheet off his legs and stood up, not the least bit worried of showing his naked 30 year old body. Looking in Casandra's direction and could see her delicate silhouette laying under the sheet from the A.C. blowing onto her, looking to her chest and could see as well as hear her heart beating in her chest.
She was asleep.
Reaching his left arm out to the wall until his hand found the surface then lead himself to the bathroom, earlier Casandra had shown him where the bathroom was, so now reaching it was relatively easy, he just didn't want to trip over anything.
Watching the large form of his hand run along the wall until he saw the door frame to the bathroom come into view, now laying his hand on the door knob and walked in then closed the door behind him and felt around until he found the faucet and knobs then turned on the water.
A minute went by until hot steam ran up from the sink.
Matt could see just about everything from this point of view, he could see whatever the steam touched: The faucet, knobs, a toothbrush holder with a toothbrush in it, tooth paste, soap. He looked at everything until he came to the mirror, laying his right hand on its smooth wet surface and felt the area where his face should be reflecting, he could see almost everything, except for his face.
Taking his hand back and lifted both of them to his eyes, feeling the small scars at both the corner of his eyes, it was because of the accident that he lost his regular vision and was replaced with this, tormenting gift.
It happened when he was a kid. He was upset and was running, not thinking he ran in front of a forklift, it swerved to miss him but had collided into some chemical barrels and some of those chemicals had sprayed onto him, onto his eyes. Maybe the chemicals gave him his gift, or maybe he did it out of sheer will, whatever it was, it had changed his life forever.
He cupped his hands under the warm, almost hot water then splashed it onto his face, laying his hands onto the edge of the sink and lowered his head listening to the sounds. He heard people talking to one another, engines, sirens, horns blaring, he was three stories up and he could still hear everything.
Now turning off the water then walked out of the bathroom, located all his clothes and put them back on then ran his fingers through his short Burnet hair untangling any knots. His hair usually stayed raggy looking since he couldn't see to comb it, which is why he kept it short.
He grabbed his walking stick then quietly lead himself to the front door and walked out, he hated leaving Casandra like this, but he had business to attend to and didn't have the time to sit around talking. He was a lawyer and had people who were depending on him, then, at night there were people who depended on the Daredevil.
It was a full time job.
Matt Murdock looked at the door then turned around and walked down the soft carpeted hallway.