His sensors slowly started to come back to him. The taste of the cold, stale air. The smell of slightly rusted metal. The chilling breeze against his bare chest. Matt had just started to wake. His head was throbbing and he felt cold chains around his wrists. Matt was starting to put together the pieces to understand the situation he was in. As thought became clearer, Matt struggled against the chains. They were hanging from the ceiling, wrapped tightly around his wrists like a python wraps around its prey. His toes barely being able to lay flat on the ground. Matt listened closely. He could hear drops of water falling from the ceiling a few feet away; however he heard no evidence of a person nearby.

"Hello!" Matt shouted not trusting his senses to be at their prime after a head injury. He heard no response. Matt struggled against the chains once more. He knew there wasn't a possibility of him breaking them but he had to do something. He used his senses to try and find a way out. He could tell the room was fairly empty. The floor was made of cold concrete. The walls were made from steel. In front of him layed a chair bolted into the ground.

Matt thought back to what he could remember before the abduction. The last thing he could remember was walking back to his apartment after getting a drink with Karen and Foggy at Josie's. He must have been abducted on the way to his apartment. Matt cursed at himself for not realizing the abductor was there. How could he let his guard down?

Matt was drawn out of thought when he heard a noise. The sound came from quite a distance away, but soon he could hear a faint heart beat. Soon the heartbeat was right outside the room Matt was imprisoned in. The abductor unlocked the door and slowly opened it. The door creaked as it opened obviously as heavy and reinforced as the rest room.

"The Devil of Hell's Kitchen" said a feminine voice. She sounded confident as she stepped closer to Matt.

"Where am I?" Matt questioned.

She scoffed. "Well if I told you that, where's the fun?"

She stepped right up to Matt resting her hand against his face. He moved his head back, sensing her smirk. She ran her finger down his body, stopping half way down his chest.

"I've waited a long time to meet you. I've read the articles, seen the pictures and videos. Watched this city praise you as some sort of super hero." As she spoke the anger in her voice became more apparent. "Not me. I always knew what you were."

Matt snickered "And what's that?"

"A pathetic man trying to play god." She paused. "And I am going to prove it."

"Who are you"

"You can call me the crucifier."