This is a fictional story about the recent and now departed TV series Daredevil. The really good and appealing show about the Marvel super hero from the comicsI had been wanting to write about this show for a while but never found the time. But as I have started to research it again. Remembering how freaking hot the actor Charlie Cox was in the role. The scruffy beard and hot body he has. Just wish he would have stayed hairy like real life. Because he is smoldering.
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Saved by the Devil (1) Saved by the Devil...
I couldn't believe I was somehow caught up in all the crazy shit that was happening here in Hell's kitchen. The crime that oozed from the underbelly of the city causing me danger that i had never expected to find. I was a guy that tried to live a simple life. I got up in my tiny apartment and went to work each day. Like everyone else trying trying to make a living here im this crazy city. But I never assumed that where I would be working would be somehow attached to organized crime. I worked for a company that made prosthetics. Arms, legs and hands for people that needed them after losing a limb to some horrible accident.
"Attched to the kingpin" I huffed when I fond out "Fuck me"
I guess I should have just stated quiet after seeing the cases of illegal firearms being loaded into crates of supplies. I was always told just to do my job and shut the fuck up. So I guess it is my fault that my life is in danger now. My choice in helping that reporter. Karen was her name. Although the girl was pretty damned persuasive. She knew that my seeing the dealings that were being done there where I used to work and how they all lead to the kingpin somehow. And I would be able to help put the fucker away.
"And its your duty as a law abiding citizen" she would add "If not, guys like Fisk can do what ever they want" "He has control of the corrupt cops" "And can seemingly do what he wants" "So its up to us to take him down"
Yeah she was pretty persuasive, that one. But I think it had in part also to so with the lawyer that she had me talking to. Matt Murdock was his name. He was part of a struggling partnership of two lawyers. Nelson and Murdock. She told me they were great and honest lawyers. Guys who could not be bought by men of power. That Matt was one of the good ones out there. I had met both Matt and his partner Foggy. And thankfully Foggy was working on another case. Not that I didn't like him. He seemed the more up for challenging the bad guys in court. Well again that may have also been another possible reason for me to help. To put my testimony as to what I had been seeing happen before my eyes. Or maybe it was just Matt himself. There was something about Matt Murdock that made me feel safe. Even though he seemed dark and brooding sometimes. There was just something about him. Or maybe how he seemed to be able to read me. Telling me he felt my fear and trepidation. Like he knew what was in my head. Something about this blind guy that happened to he a lawyer. Yes Matt was blind. A blind lawyer. When I first saw him step into the office they had. A place that was far from a fancy office. Stuck in an old building that had seen better days. Matt came in with his walking cane. Folding it up as he stepped into the room. His scruffy unshaven fave matching the rough look of the office. The amber glasses on his face looking striking on what was actually a very handsome guy.
"We'll do our best to take them down" he would say
Maybe it was his voice. A bit rough around the edges as it fell from his lips. Yeah those lips. Very nice full lips under the unshaven look. I surmised he rarely shaved because he was blind. But it made him seem very sexy that way. Yeah Matt was hot. And as I listened to him talk his lawyer speak to me and bow this was gonna work, I just gazed at his face. Almost studying the features of it.
"My God his lips are gorgeous" I huffed under my breath.
I saw him smile as he paused in his words. I pondered had he heard the words under my breath. Then almost laughing to myself at the silliness of it.
"He can hear me?" my head said "Nah. Don't be silly" "But he sure is a handsome fuck"
I licked at my lips as I continued to state at the handsome lawyer. I literally wanted to drag my tongue over his scruffy face.
"We will need you to be there early to go over your testimony again" the man said to me. "MM hmm" I said as I gazed Matt some more
Well I went home after the meeting feeling good. Like I would finally make a difference in this shit hole city. Helping that crew take down the biggest crook in town. I had some quick food and sat there with my ass in the sofa and my eyes on the television before me. I was clicking through the channels just seeing what was on. Then as I was clicking through the channels I saw a special news report about the vigilant that's been seen in hells kitchen. The called him the 'devil of hell's kitchen'. How he was busting up some gun runners near the port earlier.
"Nice suit" I said with a laugh "Freak"
I had heard of the Super heros out there. Fighting off world destroying aliens and such. They were somehow cool. Like the ones in the comics as I was a kid. But these vigilante guys that had to put on a suit to just say 'look at me. I am weird and need to be noticed'. I didn't care for them. Even id they meant well. Although the snug fitting suit that had the devil horns on it fit the guy pretty fucking great. Showing off his hit ass and crotch. So he had that going for him. But I still thought he was a freak.
"This city is soo full of strange people" I said to myself "Between the criminals and freaks" "Why am I still here?"
I was getting comfortable and was going to get up and get ready for bed, when i thought I heard something. I stopped and tried to listen. But all I could really heard was music from my down stairs neighbor. A distant thumping from below. So I started off to my room to go to sleep. But that's when I felt eyes in me. And before I could react I was attacked in the dark hall of my apartment.
"Ughnn" I grunted as I felt a hard hand on my chest
I hit the wall and fell to the floor. I turned and crawled to get away from the dark figure that I just could not see. I was then grabbed by someone and was hit again. I flew across the room and against my couch. I tasted blood.
"Fuck. Shit. Whoo is..?" I tried to say
Then I saw the short man in black. He looked like a cat burglar in all his black. I crawled back and away from him. "Who the fuck are you!" I shouted "Get away from me"
Then I saw him pull out a long blade. I knew it was a knife as it glinted in the light from the street lights outside. Fear rushed into my head. Whomever this guy was he meant to kill me.
"What. Do you want?" Leave me alone.
Then he rushed at me. Baring the blade at me. I grabbed something and threw it at him. Hitting him with it. But this did little to stop him. He grabbed at me as I kicked at him. Then he drew the blade and swung it at me. I turned fast but not fast enough. The blade sliced into my shoulder. I shrieked as the fire like pain struck me. But I still kicked at him. Hitting him hard. The guy fell over but again he came at me. I grabbed a 1 pillow from the sofa and stopped his next assault. The blade slicing into it. I then pulled at it and flung it aside. The blade flying from his hand.
"I have to do something" I said to myself.
So I rushed him and and knocked him down. But this guy was stronger and faster than me. Quickly turning the tables with hard punch to the stomach. I felt over and then he jumped on me. Then his punches started to fly. Striking multiple times. I figured he was going to kill me as the blow hit again and again. But he grabbed for the pillow and pulled the blade from it. He pulled it up to stab me with it.
"I am dead" my head screamed.
But then I thought I saw horns behind him. Small horns on someones head. Then the guy was yanked from me.
"What...!?" My assailant cried.
He turned and went to go for the one on him. But then he saw who.oulled him from me
"Youu!" He then shouted
Then then man in red literally beat the Crap out of him. The guy in black had little chance against the 'devil'. The moves of the guy were insane. The guy in black cried out for help. That's when another guy bust through the front door. Bigger then the first. He grabbed at the devil and hit him. But again the devil move like lightning and kicked his ass to. Using his half staffs to pound at the the two. One ended up with a broken arm the other out cold.
"Fuck" I huffed "That's him. The Devil of hells kitchen" "What's he doing here at my place
I felt tired and woozie fro my injury. Then the devil came over to me. His face was unshaven below his mask. He took off his gloves and checked my face and felt it. Then he felt my arm and touched at the blood
"Are you alright?" He asked "My arm. Fuck"
He felt at my arm and at the wetness on it. Then he reached at my shirt. Then he then tore my shirt. Then he wrapped it around my arm to slow the bleeding. "Where is your phone?" He asked. "Over there on the counter" I said
The man stood up, paused and seemed like he was listening. Then he headed over towards it. Then before grabbing it he stooped and punched out the guy with the broke arm a few times more. I hadn't even noticed he was still moving. But not for long. Then the devil grabbed at my phone. He then held it strangely before dialing.
"There has been an assault.." He said to someone on the phone" "We need police and an ambulance"
His voice was strangely familiar and sexy. And then I looked at his ass in those tights. Damn it was hot. He turned back at me and smiled as he looked at me. Then I felt unconsciousness fall in me. It was probably from both the beating and loss of blood. My eyes closed just as the devil came back by my side. He was the last thing I saw before the darkness fell. Telling me I would be okay....
To be continued