(Hello, I know its been a while. I recently moved and the packing is god awful. But that doesn't stop a writer. Anyway, Enjoy~)
"So Matt, what is a lawyer/priest doing all the way out here?" asks Malcolm curiously. The blind brunette chuckles at the question.
"My friend had gotten in contact with me to help rid the evil that has plagued this town," says Matt.
"And how is a blind man supposed to help us?" his new friend asks passing through the darkness.
"Well, I have banished many demons away, both human and inhuman. You see when I was little, there was an accident that caused my blindness but when my vision started to fade, I felt god's presence. He told me to seek justice for those who were wronged. Which is why I wanted to practice law so that the law didn't screw over innocent people," Matt says pushing past the tree branches.
"That's pretty noble of you, or pretty stupid," Malcolm states.
Matt laughs at the comment.
"So, this client of yours. It isn't by any chance a miss Jessica Jones?" Matt asks, receiving a questionable look from the boy.
"Oh come on, the way you were protecting her name back there, you must know her on a personal level," Malcolm smiles nervously.
"She's not as terrible as everyone says she is. She's kind, considerate, and strong; stronger than any man I have ever seen. But just like everyone else, she too has demons inside," says the gypsy boy.
"Then why do they call her such ill things?" the brunette asks.
"She's different from them, in ways that they cannot understand, but I do," Malcolm responds.
"You sound as though you're in love with her," his friends laughs at the thought.
"So why are you so devoted to her?" Matt asks.
"She saved my life. I was a gypsy boy moving from town to town with only the clothes on my back and whatever I could fit in a knapsack. One day I got ambushed by a gang of thugs. They stole my stuff and beat me senseless. Just as I was about to black out from the pain, she stepped in and took all four of them out with a single blow. After that I woke up in her home all bandaged up and my stuff was back in my possession. She didn't ask for anything in return but I told her that I have nothing and nowhere to go. So I became her loyal servant and I help her out with bringing clients." The blind man could sense the love this man had for Jessica.
'So this so called devil worshipper is actually a saint in disguise, interesting,' Matt thought.
As he listened to Malcolm stories, he became more and more fascinated with this mysterious Jessica Jones.
They started to reach a cottage with smoke coming from the chimney. Malcolm opens the door to a dimly lit living room where he searches for his mistress. Suddenly he comes face to face with the broken end of a bottle.
"Jesus Malcolm, I almost killed you!" the woman says throwing away the bottle.
"You know you should stop drinking around the clock, you're becoming paranoid," he says to the hungover woman.
"You are paranoid," she responds back. Jessica feels an extra presence and looks to see Matt standing in the entranceway.
"Who the hell are you!" Jessica yells ready to grab the man when Malcolm holds her back.
"Jess calm down, he's a friend," he says to his mistress. She eyed the preacher man up and down, looking for any type of weapon on him. Sadly the only thing deadly on the brunette was a copy of the Bible that would bore her to death.
"Why did you bring him here Malcolm?" Jessica asks feeling a little uneasy about this new stranger.
"Well, turns out he was looking-"
"I was looking for you ms. Jones. Let me explain, my name is Matthew Murdock and I was sent here to investigate the strange events that have been happening to the town below you. Malcolm here was kind enough to take me here to meet you in person. Although your name is well known," Matt says. She rolls her eyes at the statement.
"So you're here for answers?" Jessica asks.
He nods and she exchanges a look between her and Malcolm.
"If you can just answer some questions I have then I will be on my way," Matt assures the edgy woman. She sighs and motions him over to her desk in the corner of the living room.
"If it will make you leave faster I will admit I am not guilty of anything," she says blatantly plopping into a chair.
"Sadly it doesn't exactly work that way," he pulls out some papers from his case.
"Now Ms. Jones, may I ask what your profession is?"
"No." That caught him off guard but he proceeded the questioning.
"Ok... may I ask how long you have lived here?"
"No." The raven haired woman was stubborn and he was getting annoyed.
"Did you have anything to do with the alleged missing?" "Are you a part of a cult?" "Do you partake in the art of witchcraft?!" he grilled her.
"No!"
"Then what can you tell me!" he had raised his voice to her.
"I know that I don't like you or your kind and I'm ready to pick you up by your pretentious white collar and throw you out into the cold night," she was annoyed by this man and his prying nature. Normally after the first 'no' they would go away but this man was determined and it pissed her off. Matt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew that if he pushed any further that Jessica would be no help to him.
"Fine, I will be on my way, thank you for your time Ms. Jones." As he was about to exit he starts to hear something off in the distance. He heads to all the windows and closes them up.
"What are you doing?" asks Jessica.
"You need to get to someone safe now, both of you," he grabs the two and pushes them into the closest room and locks the door. A thought crosses his mind.
'I can't let them see my face.'
So Matt grabs the closest thing to him, a gray scarf draped over Jessica's chair. He heads out the front door with the scarf wrapped securely around his head covering his face and proceeds into the forest. It was quiet, way too quiet than before.
'Did they just disappear?' he wondered.
He hears a crack from a tree branch above him as they dive from the top. He quickly dodges their blows and knocks them out. More come from the top of the mountain but they are no match for the man. He hears their pulses long before they reach him and one by one they are thrown to the trees and the ground, paralyzed. Behind him he hears Jessica's and Malcolm's heartbeat as they witness the quick fight.
"Who-who are you?" she asks a bit frightened.
"As I said before, I'm just a lawyer."
"Back in the cottage, Matt sat uncomfortably on the living room couch while the other two were in the back, discussing pretty loudly about what they had witnessed minutes ago.
"Come on Jess, please reconsider," Malcolm pleads.
"I don't trust this guy Malcolm, there's something about him that's off. I don't want him staying in my home!" Jessica shouts.
"Try and keep your voice down," he whispers sternly. "And furthermore, he just saved our lives."
"He knew where they were before they knew where they were, that's suspicious," she whispers back, creaking the door open to peak at the blind man.
"Ok so he's able to read threats, big deal. As I recalled, I knew a person who could knock out a man with a single punch too," he whispers. She tries to hide the blush on her face.
"All right, one night, but that's it," she states and heads to the living room.
"Ok preacher boy," Jessica says angrily.
"Lawyer," Matt states.
"Whatever, you can stay here for the night but by sunrise I want you out of my house and back to your town, understand?" she says affirmatively.
"I do," he says.
"Good." As she heads to her room he clears his throat.
"Yes?" she asks.
"I have a favor to ask," he says.
"Ok," she says.
"You see, my clothes got a little destroyed during the fight and I was wondering if you or Malcolm have any extras to spare," he says kindly. Jessica walks to a drawer and pulls out a white shirt and pants and tosses it his way.
"There a little big but that won't be a problem for you," she says nauseatingly sweet, throwing a small smile his direction. He returns the favor with a cheeky smile of his own.
"Malcolm can show you the bathroom, you'll sleep on the couch, I'm going to the roof for a bit," she says grabbing a bottle of whiskey and stomping to the roof. Malcolm takes him to the bathroom to change.
"So what's with her? Why is she on edge, and drunk?" Matt asks through the door slipping out of the priest clothes.
"She doesn't like company, never has. You could say she has..."
"Trust issues?" Malcolm chuckles at the accusation.
"Yeah," he says as a matter of fact.
"Well, if she doesn't trust me, then why is she letting me sleep in her home? I'd figure I'd be sleeping out in the cold," Matt states.
"It took a while but I persuaded her to let you stay the night." Malcolm smiled at the precious conversation.
"So why did she go to the roof?" Matt asks curiously.
"She's like a cat sometimes, always awake at night and sleeps during the day. The roof is sort of a safe haven for her. A place where she can gather her thoughts without disturbance. There were times where she would stay up there until she passed out on the shingles," he laughs at the memory of dragging her but from there. The religious man was intrigued by this woman and wanted to know more.
"I feel that there is an interesting backstory so please do go on," he says washing his face before putting on the fresh clothes.
"She had a friend, more like a sister. She was everything to Jessica, even more than life itself. Then one day there was a man. He was a charmer, easy to persuade others. He lured Jessica, promised her the world for a price. Her freedom. He had her doing tasks she did not want to do, some tame some not so much."
"When Jessica found her will to leave this man, he decided to make her pay dearly. He raped her sister right in front her eyes and made Jess watch her die slowly and then left her there with her sisters corpse right in time for the sheriff to arrest her for a crime she did not commit. It still continues to haunt her. That's also why she stays up because she fears that if she falls into sleep that the images will come back again and again."
Matt could hear Malcolm's heart slowly breaking as he ends the story. This girl has been ripped apart physically, mentally, and emotionally. It was astounding that she came to trust another man like Malcolm after the tragic events. He wondered if he could do more to return the favor to Jessica. To help her learn to trust others and hopefully gain another friend. He exits the bathroom in the new garbs. The old ones were folded and placed on the living room table. His stomach growled in embarrassment from skipping meals during the day.
"Hungry?" asks Malcolm.
"Starving," Matt says exasperated.
The night air was chilling but that didn't stop Jessica from gazing up at the stars. She had listened in and out of the conversation the two men were having and although it angered her that Malcolm had revealed some deep information about her she let it slip. She was too tired and too buzzed to worry over it. A rumble came from the girls stomach and she wondered if there was any food left. She climbed down the roof and opened the window quietly so not to disturb.
As she looked around the kitchen for scraps she noticed something shining near the lit candle. It was the ruby red glasses her guest for the night was wearing earlier. Looking around to see if Malcolm or Matt was around she quickly grabs the glasses and tried them on.
'Geez he really likes the color red, probably a catholic thing,' Jessica ponders.
Grabbing a piece of bread and an apple to eat, she walks back to the open window only to be startled by a grunt from her couch. She peers over there and notices the blanket moved a bit and then fell back.
'Man, must be a light sleeper,' she wonders.
Remembering that his glasses were still on her head, the curious woman wondered what this stranger looked like with his glasses off. She quietly puts down the food and walked over to where he was sleeping. With the candlelight in the background she could make out most of his face. Delicate features mixed with scruffy masculinity. She noticed that his perfectly combed hair had gotten a bit messed up probably from all the tossing and turning.
'Even the angelic suffer from bed heads,' the thought surprised her a bit but her urge to feel his hair got the better of her. The raven haired female lightly brushed the hair out of Matt's face and her heart leaped.
'His hair is so soft,' she thought losing track of time until her stomach growled lightly. She ceased petting the man's head and quickly grabs her food again and climbs back up to the roof.
(Well, that's the end of Chapter 2. If you like it feel free to let me know. Next chapter should have something creepy ^^)