To all my loyal followers and readers I'm so sorry for the delay in this chapter. I've been busy with school, work and now NaNoWriMo. To make up for lost times I will be posting every Sunday. I hope you guys will enjoy this story as always please read and review. Thanks again for sticking with me. P.S. Daredevil belongs to Marvel and 'No one can save you' belongs to Elle King.

"Don't try to say sorry/ I gave you everything/And you throw it all away/No one can save you, no one can save you from yourself."- 'No One Can Save You' by Elle King

I awoke startled by my memories of the past. Having to relive that horrible day was enough to shock anyone awake. I looked around the room for Lester or the imposter I should say. No imposter. I was alone. I was alone in a dark room tied to a chair while the imposter was gone killing my friends for all I know.

When I tried to get up I felt a heavy weight around my wrist. I looked down at my hands to see them was bound to the chair of the office desk. That's when I realized I was still in the office in the same building where dead Lester was. I struggled harder at that realization. Maybe Elecktra can handle being in the same with dead bodies but I can't.

I stopped struggling when I remembered Elecktra. What the hell happened to that crazy bitch?! She just left me to deal with a murder all alone.

I was angry. Angry at Elecktra for making me think I could count on her to help me deal with Lester. Angry at Lester for making me believe that he was my friend and not some psychotic killer. Angry at myself for trusting monsters after all those years ago. I can't believe this is happening after what I went through. You think a girl would learn her lesson after all this time.

I need to get out of here. I need to find Elecktra and make that bitch pay for leaving me here. And to find the imposter and expose as the murder he was. First, though I need to figure out how to get out of being tied down to a chair.

Okay Emma, remember what Dad told you about these situations. After the incident of me and that stalker my Dad decided I need to learn some basics about being kidnapped and/or held hostage. I just needed to remember what he said about being handcuffed/tied to a chair.

First I had to determine how losen the handcuffs that were on my wrist. I wriggled them around to test them to feel if they fit loose or were secure. Second I need to see if there were any windows or doors that were visible. From the pitch black darkness I couldn't see were the door was and I knew for sure there wasn't any windows. Third…third…god damn it. What was the third rule?

I struggled harder against the chair I was so frustrated over not remembering all of my Dad's rules. As I fought to remember to his last rule the events of today hit me hard. I was tied to chair and God knows when that lunatic was coming back or what he was doing to my friends and boyfriend after all that lunatic seemed to be on a mission to kill everyone I cared for. Oh and let's not forget that I also stupidly trusted my boyfriend's ex to have my back against said lunatic. Yeah I really to rethink about the group of people I trusted.

I kept wiggling the handcuff around my wrists to see if my hands could slip through. All this struggling was causing the skin on my wrist to be pulled off soon I felt tiny bits of blood leaking from my wrist. Pain shoot through me as I kept pulling my bloody wrists away from the handcuffs but I kept going on even as the pain evolved into agony. I groaned and gasped sweat started to drip from every pore in body but I kept the torture of my hands going. I trying to avoid looking at the damage I was causing to my own body yet I looked down from curiosity. The little trickles of blooding were now coating my hands in red and the small flakes of skin were now thicker pieces of flesh. Great now I kiss being a hand model goodbye.

Despite the horror show I moved wrist harder trying to win at least one battle tonight. Finally through what felt like days I yanked my bloody wrist out. I screamed knowing no one could hear me or help me. I cradled my bloody wrists in each hand and held them close to my chest. As much as I wanted to take a minute to rest my tortured body I had a mission.

I needed to leave this place now. I moved my hands in front of my body to attempting to block anything I couldn't see. I moved around slowly walking in the direction I believed the door was at. Finally after stumbling in the dark I felt the door knob. I braced myself knowing I would turn the knob with my shredded wrists. I put my left hand on the knob and slowly turning it even as I felt my wrist aching with pain to stop. Once the door was open I stepped carefully into Lester's shop. I expected to the bright sunlight to burn my retinas instead I got the gentle glow of a setting sun.

I looked around Lester's shop to find any sign of him or Elecktra. None, I was safe for now. I felt heat rise up from arms to my neck and looked down to see my still blooding wrists. I studied them to see if they had any serious marks that would require me to go to the hospital. They looked like they got mauled by a shredder but the cuts weren't deep enough to worry about them right now. So I decided to keep moving forward.

As I headed to the front door I was still on high alert for Lester or Elecktra. She left me alone with that man knowing what he was. She definitely put herself high on my 'kill list' just right above Lester. When I reached the front door I prepared myself for the shoots of pain I was going to get when I turn that knob. I lifted my left hand and turned the knob a rush of needles immediately shot through my body. I couldn't wait to get this nightmare over with.

When I opened the door the light from the newly setting sun provided a warm glow around the buildings but a figure stood out among the towering buildings. Who stood before me in the blinding light of the setting sun but my best friend, Liv?

"Liv." My voice cracked from my parched throat even saying her name was another sore to my body adding it with the rope burns accessorizing my wrists.

Liv stared at me for a good second before delivering a heavy slap across my face. Great my wrists are bleeding, I have a pounding migraine threatening to burst out from my forehead and now I had a burning mark on my cheek. This day was just getting better by the second.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Liv's voice roared through my ears. Guess she's mad at me but why? Wait a minute.

"What do you mean where I've been? I just texted this morning." I explained to her trying to maintain a calm feeling today. With all the trauma I've been through going through a screaming contest with my best friend isn't on my to-do list right now.

"Yeah and that was nearly eight hours ago. What the hell Emma this isn't like you and… wait what happen to you?" She finally stopped her lecture to look me over. "Oh god Emma what happened?" Her voice quieted down and trembled as she stepped closer to look at my injuries. When Liv reached out to me and tried to touch me I stepped past her.

"Emma?" She sounded hurt and confused. But I had no choice I had to put distance between us. I learned one of the people I trusted was a mad man who had my friends on kill list. I started to run and I could hear Liv attempting to catch up to me.

I picked up the pace when her voice neared me. I rushed into the crowd crossing the street. I can't let Liv get involved. I have to keep moving. I have to put distance between. I have to keep my friends safe even if it means staying away from them, far away from them. I pushed past tailored coats and sweat suits trying not flinch as my bruised body made contact with each person on the streets. A bloody mess of girl running was nothing new to see in the streets in New York.

I made it to the café where Lester once took me and Karen for our lunch break when I finally stopped. Every cell in my body begged for rest so I decided to take a breather for now. While my body attempted to absorb the trauma of today my mind raced. I needed to find Lester or did I need to go to the police? Or should I find Foggy, Matt and Karen and make sure they were safe? I leaned against the marble walls of the café and pondered my next move.

I was still catching my breath seating down against the walls when a woman in a red dress walked past with me. That's when it hit me. Elecktra.

She had the file, proof that Lester had taken some hit job on my friends. My word won't be good enough I needed that file to prove Lester's guilt. But that bitch disappeared like dust when Lester went on his rampage against me. So where would Elecktra run to with damning evidence against a killer?

The answer made me move faster than a burning man to a lake.

Matt Murdock.