Daredevil
Prologue, part 3

I sat on my bed facing the wall; waiting for my brother I get me, as it was my last day in here. The radar sense I had was showing me what was going on outside of the hospital. All the people in their cars on their way to work and al the children being walked to school. Suddenly, the door behind me opened, someone walked in and sat beside me on the bed.

"Hey Duke," I said to him.

"Hey Serenity," he said.

"What's up?"

"Umm…there's something I want to tell you for a while now."

"What is it?" I asked as I could some how hear his heart beat going up.

"Well…I'm going away."

"Away? To where?"

"I don't know yet, but…I want you to come with me," he said as he grabbed my hand.

"Duke…"

"Please say yes! It would mean the world to me, I love you."

After a long pause, I finally worked out the words I needed.

"I can't."

"What?"

"I can't, what with everything that has been going on…and I can't leave Joey. As much as he won't admit it, he needs me more than I need him," I replied as I moved my hand away from his. "I'm sorry."

Suddenly, he got up, left the room and loudly slammed the door behind him.

"Ah!" I screamed as I placed my hands over my ears. The slam of the door gave me a painful headache. I then I knew that he would never be the same person when me next meet.

I sat I silence for which seemed like forever, then my brother came and put his arm around me.

Later, back at Joey's apartment…

He was showing me old photographs of our family.

"…And this is our papa," Joey said as he put the photograph in my hand. "You probably don't remember much about him."

"Then tell me," I replied.

"Okay, when him and mum divorced, he took up boxing. He then became champion, as it shows in the photograph."

I ran my figures over the photograph in my hand and I picked up on something.

"He's so happy."

"Yeah…yeah he was."

"Was?"

"Well…when I was about 10 years old, we had lived in New York, in some little place called Hell's Kitchen for a few years. It was where he grew up when he was my age. One night, we were preparing to move back to Domino. I remember dad being to such a rush. He then handed me over to a friend of his to take me to the airport while me had to go back for something. The next bit I still don't quite understand."

"What?"

"When me and dad's friend got to the airport, he took me straight on the plane. He didn't even wait dad. It was only after we arrived in Domino that he told me my father was dead."

"Dead? How?"

"I don't know, after that dad's friend brought me up."

I could sense something in my brother's voice that he was upset. So I put my arm around him.

"It's okay Joey."

"I actually wanted to go back to New York. In fact I wanted to take you with me…just little break or something. But now I can't and it's all my fault!"

"Joey, stop blaming yourself! I wasn't your fault! Besides, just because I'm blind doesn't mean I can't take a break. We should go."

"You are serious?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay then!"