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"Nor would we!"

Matt, Foggy and Brett span around in shock as guards filled the large courtyard, seizing everyone they could lay a hand on and aiming their guns at the rest. At the top of the stairs stood Stick and Fisk, who were smirking at the scene.

"After twenty years of searching…" began Stick as he tapped his way down the steps, "….the Court of Miracles is finally ours!" He strode up to Matt and gently patted him on the arm, "My dear boy…I always knew you would be of some help to us."

Matt shook his head in denial, "No…"

"What are you talking about you creepy fucker?!" growled Foggy as he pulled against the arms tat held him back.

"I mean that he led me right to your little hideout!"

"You're a liar!"

Stick smirked at the pain in the young man's voice before turning his attention to Brett, "And look who else we've caught in our net, Captain Brett, back from the dead!" He turned to Fisk and smirked, "Another miracle I suppose? We'll fix that…"

He turned away from the pair and grinned, "There'll be a little…bonfire outside the cathedral tomorrow and you're all invited! Lock them up!"

"No!" yelled Matt as he tried to stop his master. However, he found himself knocked to the ground as Stick's staff struck him across the face. He lay there in pain for a few moments before lowering his sightless eyes to the floor, "I'll never disobey you again."

Fisk gestured to a couple of guards, "Take him back to the tower…and make sure he stays there!"

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That evening, everyone crowded around the cathedral as the police finished the final touches to the bonfire. The crowd muttered and gasped as the well-known butcher's boy was dragged to the stake and tied to it as the wood was piled around him.

Stick stood on the platform and read out a list of charges, "The prisoner, Franklin Nelson, has been found guilty of the crime of treason. By the new laws of Hell's Kitchen, the punishment is death!"

At this the crowd went wild, crying out proclamations of Foggy's innocence and Stick's madness, trying to push past the guards. The other gypsies were being kept in large cages within the courtyard, although their number had decreased. Elena Cardenas had been stabbed, and the two Russian brothers had suffered particularly gruesome deaths, with one being beheaded by Fisk himself and the other shot trying to save him. Many others had faced the guns of the police and not come out of it alive...their spirit was weakening.

At all of the commotion that was going on outside of the cathedral, Father Lantom had attempted to stop the madness, but fund himself being forced back into the stone building by a couple of guards.

Stick was carefully handed a burning torch as he turned to face Foggy, "Your time has come gypsy…you stand upon the edge of the abyss. But it is not too late...I can still save you from the flames of this world and the next…" He leaned closer to Foggy (who was leaning back as far as he could), "…choose me or the fire!"

Foggy growled and spat in the man's face, smirking triumphantly as it hit its mark. "Fuck you!"

Stick wiped the spit from his face and turned to face the crowd again. "The gypsy boy has refused to repent! His evil ways have caused harm to the minds of every individual in Hell's Kitchen!"

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Meanwhile, high up in the bell tower, the three gargoyles pulled frantically at the chains that held Matt to one of the beams.

"Come out Matt! You have to snap out of it!" yelled Karen.

"Foggy needs your help!" agreed Claire.

Matt shrugged, "This is all my fault…"

Marci shook her head, "You need to break these chains Matt!"

Matt growled at his friends, "I can't! I've already tried! What difference will it make?!"

"You can't let Stick and Fisk win!" Claire yelled

"They already have…"

Karen let go of the chains in shock and hopped over to Matt, "So that's it? You're just gonna give up?!"

Marci frowned, "These chains aren't what's holding you back Matt!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The three gargoyles took a step back in shock. Karen sighed, "Alright, alright Matty…we'll leave you alone…" She went over to the edge of the balcony.

Claire went to join her, "It's true we're only made of stone…."

"…We just thought that you were made of something stronger." Finished Marci as they all became statues once more. Matt slumped there in silence until he heard the ending of Stick's little speech.

"For justice! For Hell's Kitchen! And for his own salvation! It is now time to send this demon, back to where he came from!"

As soon as he heard the wood crackle and the scent of the smoke reached the bell tower, Matt pulled against the chains and yelled, "NOOOOOOOO!" The beams that he was chained to shook as Matt tried to get free. The sounds of Foggy coughing weakly spurred him on further and eventually, the chains snapped under the force. Grabbing some rope, Matt tied it to the end of one of the turrets and used it to swing down from the bell tower and onto the platform below. He quickly untied Foggy, who had fallen unconscious, and hoisted him onto his shoulders. After kicking the police off of the platform, he grabbed a hold of the rope and swung back to the cathedral, ignoring the screams of Stick on the platform below.

He quickly scaled up the walls of the cathedral until he reached the balcony and with all of his strength, he raised Foggy into the air and cried out to the crowd below, "SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY!"

Down on the platform, Stick gestured to the head of the police station. "Captain! Storm the cathedral!"

Up in the bell tower, Matt carefully placed Foggy on his bed. "Don't worry…" he whispered, "…you'll be safe here." He then ran out and clambered down to the platform below, lifting a wooden beam off of the floor and letting it fall down to the courtyard below, crushing Fisk's car below.

Stick growled when he heard some of his guards running away, "Come back here you cowards!"

Fisk pointed at some of the remaining guards, "You men, pick up that beam! We've got a cathedral to storm!" The guards that were standing by the cages quickly hurried over, leaving one lone man on his own.

Brett quickly looped his arm around the guy's neck, "Alone at last!" He whacked the guy over the head, knocking him out and grabbing his keys. As the guards tried to knock down the door of the cathedral with the wooden beam, Brett climbed on top of his cage and called out to the crowd. "Everyone listen! Stick and Fisk have persecuted you, ruined your city and now they have declared war on the cathedral herself! Will we allow it?!"

The crowd cried out their refusal and pushed past the police, grabbing whatever weapon they could find (and for those in Hell's Kitchen, you didn't have to look far) and running towards the cathedral.

Karen cheered out from the balcony, "The cavalry has arrived!"

The crowd swarmed the guards, knocking them out with lead pipes, stabbing or shooting…whatever they could do to gain power over those who had tormented them for years. The three gargoyles and Matt from the top of the tower threw bricks at the guards as they attempted to gain entry from the top.

Meanwhile, Karen, Claire and Matt were heating up a cauldron of hot, melted metal as Marci cackled like a witch whilst 'her' pigeons attacked the guards below. It was at this moment that the beam crashed through the door, however now that the heated metal was ready, Matt tipped it over so that the molten liquid poured out of the open balcony and the turrets, causing the guards to run away in fear. The only one who stayed put was Stick, who leaned closer to the door in order to avoid being boiled alive.

Once the flood stopped, Stick made his way to the hole in the door and climbed through it.

"Stick!" Father Lantom yelled as he came down the stairs, "Have you gone mad?! I will not tolerate this attack on the House of God!"

Stick snarled and side-stepped the man before pushing him down the couple of stairs. "Get out of my way old man…Matty and I have some unfinished business…" He made his way up to the tower and locked the door behind him, "…and this time, you're not going to interfere!"

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Matt burst through the door in joy, "We've done it Foggy! We've beaten them back! Come and see!"

Silence.

Matt made his way over the bed, "Foggy, wake up! Foggy you're safe now!"

Still nothing.

"Foggy?" Matt carefully listened out for Foggy's heartbeat…nothing. "Oh no…" He desperately pressed on Foggy's chest and breathed into his mouth…still nothing. Matt shook his head in denial as he lifted Foggy's head off of the pillow and gently took his hand in his, "Oh no!"

He faintly heard the door shut behind him before tears began to stream down his face as he cradled Foggy in his arms. He sat there crying for what seemed like hours…until he heard the door creak open once again and felt a hand being placed on his shoulder. "You killed him…" he whispered accusingly as he placed Foggy gently back on the bed.

"It's my job Matt…horrible as it is. I hope you can forgive me…" Matt continued to sob, holding tightly onto Foggy's hand. "There, there…." Cooed Stick soothingly, "…I know it hurts Matt….but soon your suffering will soon be over."

Matt was already angry….but at the sound of Stick's heartbeat speeding up as the man prepared to attack, he exploded. Spinning around, he was able to grab a hold of Stick's arm and wrench a knife out of his grip before throwing the man across the room and advancing on him.

"Matthew! Matty, listen to me!" ordered Stick.

"No! You listen!" yelled Matt, "Ever since I was a kid, you've told me that the world is a dark, cruel place…but now I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it are people like you and Fisk!" He threw the knife down onto the ground in disgust.

"Matty?"

Matt span around in shock…A heartbeat! "Foggy!" he cried out in joy as he ran back over to the bed and lifted the man into his arms.

"He lives…" he heard Stick snarled in anger, and a soft shnick indicated that Stick had removed the top of his cane in order to reveal another blade.

"NO!" yelled Matt, pushing past the man and heading out into the balcony and hanging off one of the turrets in order to hide.

There was silence for a few minutes, before he heard Stick chuckle menacingly. "I can hear you Matty…you can't hide from me!"

In order to escape the blade, Matt began to leap from turret to turret. "Hold on!" he yelled at Foggy.

"Yeah no shit Sherlock! I doubt my experience with death has given me wings!"

They leapt from turret to turret until Matt was able to get far away from Stick, that he was able to hoist Foggy back on the balcony wall. However, he had to push Foggy to the floor when he heard the blade fly through the air again. Matt was able to dodge it by climbing onto the turret itself.

"I should have known you'd risk your life to safe that brat…" snarled Stick, "…just as your own Father died trying to save you…from me!"

"What?!"

"And now I'm going to do what I should have done years ago!" Stick leapt at Matt, sending him flying off of the turret. Thankfully, Matt was able to grab a hold of Stick's cane, taking him down with him. Matt, who was hanging onto the wall of the balcony, winced as the extra weight of Stick pulled on his shoulder and the blood from the blade digging into his palm oozed out of his tight grip.

"Matty!"

Matt glanced up when he felt Foggy grab his hand just as he lost his grip on the wall. "Matty, you've gotta hold on!"

Matt nodded weakly as he felt Stick swinging from side to side, until he was able to grab the turret on their right and climb onto it, raising his sword into the air as Foggy desperately held onto Matt's hand.

"And he shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pits of hell!" However, before he was able to bring the sword down, the turret he was standing on cracked causing Stick to lose his balance and grab onto the turret. The last thing Matt heard was Stick screaming as he fell down to his death…

"Matt…" groaned Foggy, "…You gotta help me out here! Matt…Ma-NOOO!"

Matt's hand slipped through Foggy's grip and he closed his eyes in preparation for the end…only it didn't come. After about a five second fall, Matt felt himself being caught by a familiar pair of arms and being dragged back into the cathedral.

"I've got you Matt…" muttered Brett as Matt gasped in relief and pulled the man into a hug.

"Brett!" yelled Foggy as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, "Matt!"

Matt grinned as Foggy ran into his arms, "I thought I'd lost you…" whispered Foggy."

"Same…are you alright?"

Foggy shrugged, "My shoulders hurt, and my throat feels like I've been smoking for fifty years but yeah…I'm alright. How do you feel about giving this outside thing another shot?"

"That…sounds good."

Matt heard Brett scoff, "Oh just kiss already!"

So they did.

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"Come on Matty…" whispered Foggy reassuringly, "…just take my hand."

They were both standing in the doorway of the cathedral as the heartbeats of the crowd outside blending into one thunderous clap.

"Come on Matty…"

As Foggy gently tugged Matty out into the fresh air, Matt winced at the sudden gasp of the crowd. The silence was overwhelming….but before Matt could reverse back into the shadows, he heard small steps walk up to him and a gentle hand on his face.

"Mummy! Mummy, he's like me!" called out a young boy, "I can't see well either Mister….look, look Mummy!" Matt chuckled as he was gently dragged forwards by this child as his Mother scolded her son for being too rough. As Matt was led into the crowd, he was praised and congratulated by the businessmen, lawyers and shop owners alike.

"Three cheers for Daredevil!" cried out a voice and the crowd burst into cheers as Matt grinned with the attention.

He was finally free.

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Ben cracked his fingers and smiled as he glanced out of the window. It was type for a new chapter in the story of Hell's Kitchen.

'Into the Sunlight

It has been a few weeks since the arrest of Wilson Fisk and the demise of his advisor, 'Stick', and it can definitely be stated that Hell's Kitchen is now a better place. The crime rate has reduced and people are now more willing to venture outside of their doorways, and it is all thanks to Daredevil. Matt Murdock has taken it upon himself to save this city under his old identity and I know I'm not the only one who is grateful for this. He is this city's hero and it is with a joyous heart, that I announce the engagement of Matt to "his own hero", Franklin 'Foggy' Nelson.

However, there is one thing to consider in this story. Last time, I asked you the reader 'who is the monster?' Well now I give you this riddle…What makes a monster and what makes a man?'

Ben leaned back in his chair as the sounds of children playing outside the cathedral, opposite his office, filtered in through the open window…

"Don't you birds ever MIGRATE?!"