Alright, here is chapter 1. Let me know what you think :)

"Daredevil" belongs to Stan Lee and Marvel. Any scenes used in this story belong to the screen writers of Netflix/Marvel.

Chapter 1

I could hear the pounding of my heart in my ears as I kept on running down the streets. My breath formed little clouds in the rather cold air. My legs were shaking and my lungs were burning but I couldn't stop running. I didn't want to. Because if I did they would find me eventually. And I wanted to stay away from them for as long as possible. Especially now that it was getting dark.

I had been running for god knows how long. But right now, this close to exhaustion, my senses were the sharpest, my body the strongest. I could feel literally everything: My blood streaming through my body with every pump of my slightly enlarged heart; my muscles stretching and flexing with every leap, reacting to the slightest changes of the street around me; the tips of my hair that was tied up in a ponytail grazing the hem of my sports bra and the skin of my shoulders.

The different noises and scents of my surroundings filled me up until it all slipped away from me. The sound of my vibrating soul pulled me into a peaceful state of existing. Nothing else mattered but the fact that I was alive. And free.

That's when I felt some stick hitting my right instep. My heart skipped a beat when my reflexes kicked in to break my fall. The cold and rough concrete ground was rushing towards my face. I heard a sound of surprise leaving my lips and a manly voice calling out for me. With my eyes squeezed shut I braced myself for the pain but I never felt it.

"It's ok. I got you."

Warm shivers ran down my spine when a deep and manly voice reached through the racing heartbeat in my ears. Slowly coming out of my shocked state I felt a strong arm around my torso. Opening my eyes I found my upper body hovering over the unappetizingly dirty ground.

"Oh wow. That was close." I said and turned my head to my rescuer, "Thank you."

I looked up and was greeted by a crooked grin in a very handsome face. I saw my shocked expression in the reflection of his dark red classes and it wasn't pretty at all. Sweat was pouring down my face. Loose strands of dark blonde hair were standing up like I had put my finger into a socket.

I felt my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Shaking my head in irritation I sat back on my heels with his help. A sharp pain shot through my knees, making me hiss in pain. I shifted my weight and sat on the dirty ground to look at them.

"Thank you." I said once again and hissed when I lightly touched the scrape on my knee caps.

"Don't worry. It was my fault to begin with." He said softly and handed me a clean tissue. With a smile I took it, my shaking fingers brushing over his calloused skin.

"No, no. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. This pain is a deserved punishment." I was slipping back into the abyss of my thoughts that I didn't see the frown on his face. He realized that I was referring to something else entirely.

"Don't be too hard on yourself." His hand lightly touched mine and gave it a gentle squeeze which let me look up at him again. He reached into the pocket of his dark grey jacket and handed me a business card.

"Whenever you feel like you need someone to talk to." With that he stood and straightened out his clothes, "Be careful on your way home." He smiled and turned to leave.

Confused I looked up from the card in my hand and I watched his retreating figure. That's when I noticed the cane in his hand. Suddenly it all made sense to me: I had been stumbling over his cane.

But how did he manage to catch me if he was blind? He had reacted in a matter of seconds, letting go of his cane and wrapping his arm around me to prevent my face from colliding with the concrete floor. I only knew one guy with reflexes like that. And just the thought of him made my blood run cold.

Who was this man who helped a stumbling jogger?

I looked back down at the business card. A phone and fax number as well as an e-mail and postal address was printed on it. When I turned it around my heart stopped for a second. It read in dark red letters:

Nelson & Murdock

Attorneys at Law

Hell's Kitchen – New York City