A/N: Thank you to all who have reviewed and I am greatly sorry for leaving you with this long wait. I've been putting off this chapter and I am sorry for that. Now on with Sarah Murdock's story. Now we pick up where we last left off.

She dashed across the rooftops, and jumped across them. The cold dark night surrounded her. Her eyes darted around looking, and searching for something. There was something wrong and she knew it. She heard running coming from an alley far away. She continued to jump from rooftop to rooftop. She sat on top of a building. The looked up in the sky and saw her dart above. The she looked down. Her bright luminous red eyes looked down on him. "Do you know where I can find Matt Murdock?" the figure asked

"He's dead." she replied. "I'm his daughter."

"Ok?" the figure said. He looked up at her and she slid down a nearby railing down onto the ground.

"Peter Parker?" she asked.

"No." he said. "His son." She had heard of him. She had also learned of his true identity. He was Ben Parker.

"Makes sense." she said. "I heard about how he hadn't been seen for awhile." She felt his face. "Looks like you've lost some of your mask."

"You don't say?" he retorted.

"Do you want help or not?" she asked.

"Yeah I need help." he replied. "But so does everyone else."

"Just shut up and follow me." she said. Sarah started to run down the dark alley. He shook his head and followed her. She started to loose him and he shot a web to keep up. She jumped over trashcans, and ran past thugs. Hells Kitchen wasn't a walk in the park. It was the worst section of New York. Even worse than the Bronx. "Took ya."

"Deal with it." he muttered. She shook her head and pulled a key out and unlocked the door she stepped in and he soon followed. She took the mask off and put it on some sort of rack. She knew he couldn't see well, but she had learned to cope with the lack of light in the warehouse.

"You made a mockery of yourself." she said.

"Yeah well I'm not the smoothest man in the world." he replied.

"True." she replied. "I would know that from personal experiences." She flipped a switch. A small amount of light came from the ceiling. Small light bulbs gave off this light.

"What the hell?" he asked. He saw her face. He knew her. "Sarah?"

"So you know now." she said. "Even after I told you I was Matt Murdock's daughter?"

"Well there are several million people in New York City so there could be another Matt Murdock out there somewhere." he muttered.

"But there can be only one Daredevil." she said. She removed the pony tail and her red hair fell back down to her shoulders. "And I'm the only other one." He walked up to her. "And you're Ben Parker."

"You figured that out when?" Ben asked. He took the mask off seeing as there was nothing to hide from her.

"Awhile ago." she said. "I strayed out of Hells Kitchen chasing someone and saw you pull your mask on." He laughed a bit. "Looks like we're hanging out outside of chemistry."

"Looks like it." Ben said. "But for a better cause how about you answer my question."

"Shoot." she replied.

"Why the hell did you bring me to this old rundown warehouse?" Ben asked. He raised an eyebrow.

"No reason." she replied. She jumped up onto a nearby railing. "You need help."

"From you?" he asked. "I don't think so."

''So sure about that?" she asked. She jumped up and grabbed onto a nearby pillar and pulled herself up. "I've been doing Hells Kitchen since I was 13." Sarah jumped over to another nearby pillar and hung on it. "And you've been doing your job since the beginning of this month."

"And you're point is?" Ben asked.

"Never mind." she muttered. "Just dodge the bullets and knives."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Ben yelled. "Holy shit!'' A knife came flying at him. He quickly shot down and jumped out of the way of a bullet. She grinned a bit as she tossed the knives through the air. The blade of one nicked his shoulder. Nothing big. Hours later she lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling.

Nothing was perfect, she thought. And Hells Kitchen is a perfect example for the world. She heard Ben stirring in the kitchen. She shook her head, and got up. She walked out of the room, and to where Ben was.

"Trying to escape Ben?" she asked. "You need help with your powers. You can barely fight, and you're about as agile as an elephant." She laughed a little and her red hair slightly blew from a slight breeze that drifted through the warehouse. He sighed and dropped back down onto the ground. She smiled and headed back to her bed.

A/N: I must add, that this story isn't one of my top priorities and most likely will be put on hold until I'm finished with the Ben Parker Saga. Sorry for that but it's a bit hard to balance both.