Chapter 3

Nadeem walked slowly down toward the crypt. He had never been in a church and was afraid of the creepy paintings and statues. Lantom led the way. Nadeem folded his arms tightly as he passed an imposing statue of Mary. She looked as though she would swallow his soul, or at the very least, give him a good spanking.

"What's that?" Matt paused his crying.

"Huh?" Sister Maggie gathered up some thread into her sowing kit.

"Someone is coming..."

"Hmmm," Maggie sniffed, "FBI. HIDE!"

"How do you know?"

"I can smell them. Quick!"

"help!" Matt fell of the bench, "ouch."

"FOR jaysus sake..." Maggie facepalmed "get your arse up and hide."

Matt scurried behind a pillar and sobbed just as Nadeem entered the crypt.

"Sister Maggie?" Nadeem asked. Lantom nodded to her to answer.

"Maybe..." she answered.

"Where's Matt?"

"Who?"

"Matt. Your son."

"Oh... Don't know."

"Where is he!" Nadeem charged at her , "I know he's Daredevil."

"What?" Maggie backed off, " You think that whiney asshole is daredevil!? Have you met him?"

"Eh? Well..."

"BITCH I KNOW YOU DON'T THINK MY BLIND PATHETIC ALWAYS CRYING SON IS DAREDEVIL!?"

"The evidence just points..."

"BLIND... PATHETIC... WEAKLING!"

"Ya but..."

"Matt get your ass out here!"

Matt slowly stood up and walked towards Nadeem. His hearing was still a little off and he felt dizzy.

"Matt Murdock, " Nadeem sighed in relief, "Finally. I'm taking you in for questioning."

"Mr. FBI guy, sir, I," Matt felt about in the darkness.

"What's with all the stitches?" Nadeem drew his gun. He wasn't going to be caught off guard by daredevil himself.

"woah!" Matt tripped over a raised flag stone. His face met Nadeem's shoes, "ugh.."

"Dafuq?"

"A little help?"

"Eh… sure," Nadeem bent down to help Matt up. Matt stumbled again. Nadeem caught him.

"And YOU think HE runs around punching people in the face at NIGHT BY HIMSELF!?" Maggie snapped.

"Its... just. "

"Clearly YOU'RE WRONG!"

Lantom had never seen Maggie shout like that . He was a little turned on.

..

Pizza boy hid behind a dumpster in an alleyway. DeX had chased him for 6 hours straight. He needed to pee but couldn't risk it. Dex appeared out of nowhere. He stood over the cowering boy.

'GET UP!" Dex roared.

"Leave me alone!' the boy cried.

"MASTER WANTS YOU. Master needs you. Come now."

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

" no. We are friends now. Master said so."

"Ducking weirdo!"

"Shhhh," dex punched the kid , knocking him out and dragged from behind the dumpster, "Friends forever. 3 "

..

Karen gathered with some of her coworkers from the bulletin. They were still in disbelief. Daredevil had killed their friends and injured others. It was all so strange. He was supposed to be the good guy right?

Karen did her best to explain that it wasn't the real daredevil.

"HOW do you know.?" They asked.

"Mat.. ma.. ahem my experience with real daredevil… he is much shorter. And eh.."

"What If there's several different guys?"

"No. There is only one true daredevil. "

"But how else do you know? Maybe he was wearing heels yesterday. "

"Omg no… look," Karen grew frustrated, " you know by his breathing. At first I thought he had asthma or something… em… Real daredevil gets off on being punched and kicked. You know by his heavy breathing that its him."

"Ewwwww," voices agreed in unison.

..

Dex proudly marched back with the boy to Fisk's hotel. Fisk was going to be so proud of him. It was then he noticed the medical staff moving frantically about Fisk. He dropped the boy with a thud and over.

"MASTER! NOOOOOOO!"