They say pain only truly hurts
For a second.
That something else takes
Over and you just don't know
What it is.
I'm not to that point yet,
And let me say this?
"Ouch, you know hugging
Like this should be outlawed"
I try to reach for my
Baton as I feel my ribs
Begin to give and crack
But somehow all
I can do is
Sleep.
I wake up unable to
Move as I feel nylon
Ropes that have me strapped
To a chair.
I try to move my arm and I
Realize my shoulder is
Dislocated and my arm is
Possibly broken.
I sense people moving
Around most likely ready
To beat me back into unconsciousness
And everyone says being a
Lawyer is 'tough'.
My head is pounding,
Most likely a concussion from
Being slammed into a
Moving vehicle, but I can't
Let that stop me now?
Damn he's back.
His heavy figure and movement only throw
My radar into a sickening spin.
I want to throw up but than 'that' jackal
Would enjoy the satisfaction. But then
Maybe if his shoe was closer.
"Mr. Murdock, must we keep playing
These childish games? Haven't you learned
That you can never win?"
I must let him talk, though 'that' alone
Annoys me.
"You see, Devil, in this world?
I'm the hero. I provide the city with
Jobs, money and security. And you continue
To try to stop me. That makes you
The bad guy."
I manage to look up and smile
At him, that's when I realize
I've lost teeth.
His booming laugh only gives
Me more time to?
To? what I don't know.
I don't even 'know' where
I am. I don't even know how
Many guards are outside
The door, much less how to
Get past him.
He steps closer to me.
I can feel/smell the cigar
And brandy being breathed
Into my face. That is it.
I'm bored.
I swing my leg high enough
For a low blow.
Three? two? one?
The guards.
I swivel the chair around,
My head still pounding,
And take out a guard.
The other two are merely
Deciding on what to do.
Which gives me time to
Finish dislocating my shoulder.
I use the rope to subdue
The guys and manage to get
To the door, just as 'Pingy'
Is up.
Four? three? two?
The alarms are off.
My senses are distracted
And for a moment I
Just stop.
Trying not to think about
My injuries, the alarms,
My death, I'm finally able
To find a window as I
Hear the charging of a bull
As I run for the glass.
I can hear the fat man
Screaming angrily, to this
I smile and turn around and
Wave before I feel the glass
Shatter and rip into my skin.
His heart stopping was worth it.
I hit onto the roof below me
And I can only run. Eventually
My head stops ringing and the
Sun casually gleams on me allowing
Me to know I'm still alive.
My apartment greeted me
Like an old friend, however my
Answering machine does otherwise.
"Matt, this is Foggy. The Fisk's dropped
The case we/you need to get over here?
BEEP?"Matthew Angus Murdock don't
Even bother to pick up this is the second
Time this month you stood me up, no
More excuses, I just can't take this. I'll see
You in the office on Monday.
How can I tell them?
They just can't know.
What would happen to them?
This was just another Devil's Night.