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Takes place in Daredevil's Episode 2

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Who knew that the new hero in this shit hole wanted to do this all by himself, only to end up getting his ass handed to him. They don't know that he wasn't alone. I trailed behind him, after thinking whether I should help him or get the kid. The kid wasn't injured thankfully, it was a trap, to lure us like a predator luring a prey. Then finish the job. I learned that the hard way last time I got captured, I will never use that gun again.... Someone who was near Death's grip here was limping away, it was an obvious answer to who I should help first. He hid in the foul smelling dumpster, since he doesn't want to attract any attention. I leaned in, he was knocked out, in a very banged up condition. I caught the sound of footsteps behind us, I turned to see a teen. He had brown skin and spoke in Spanish.

"(Spanish) Do you know someone who can help him?" I spoke.

"(Spanish) Yes." The boy replied nervously.

I grab hold of the man in the stinky trash bin, I gave a nod to the boy to go find help. A few minutes later, a woman came, she had brown skin, black hair, and her hair was quite long.

"Follow me to my apartment." The woman answered, I could tell she ran by her panting. We carried the...Lone Wolf inside.

"I need a first aid kit, knife, and bandages. Maybe a disinfectant of some kind, like hydrogen peroxide." I was running out of time, who knows what the Russians could've done to the boy. She asked for my name, I stayed silent.

________A Few Hours Earlier...________

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(OST Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number- "In The Face Of Evil")

"Daddy! Daddy!" A young boy cried for help in the middle of the night.

A couple of armed Russians was currently kidnapping a boy and beating his father, I jumped down from a roof, right in front of the Russian grunts. "Leave them alone." I stood up, confronting the men. "Don't you want to challenge someone else?" I taunted. "Beating on innocent people... you're nothing but weaklings." I knew they were Russians because of their accents. I put on the brass knuckles, just itching for a fight.

One of their men gave a signal to leave some of them behind and continue on with their kidnapping. "I've heard of you, you're that 'Skull Vigilante' I've heard so much about. Let's see what you got." The others, along with him, readied their fighting stances. So did I.

Me and the person talking earlier circled around, the others watched intently for an opening to jump in. My weapons gleamed with a golden hue from the white, glowing sphere, hanging in the dark sky. Being surrounded by gray moving clouds. His combat knife shined and trembled in the darkness, we were all in the streets. Three versus one. Each time we stepped onto the asphalt, it made silent crunching sound beneath our shoes, our eyes darted at each other like a watchful vulture for any slight indication of an attack. The wind blew. He suddenly tried to fake a punch, then make a powerful right hook. My reflexes started kicking in, I was a little faster, but still in a human-level speed.

My ability doesn't necessarily make me faster, it just slows things.

I dodged to the right, his fist connecting with the air, I took hold of it and forced it down to my rising knee. Breaking it, the sound was music to my ears. He cried out an ear bleeding scream, with that kind of scream, it could be heard from the mountains. I kicked him away from me, however before I could do that, someone from the corner of my eye was aiming a gun towards me. I turned to face his gaze and the other end of the barrel, I sidestepped out of the line of fire. But it still left a mark on my right arm, it was a bit more than just barely scratching the surface of my skin. Another man at my right who was also the nearest to the battered father, fired. I flipped, only to get my masked scrapped from the golden bullet, just in the nick of time.

"People like you are cowards. Always using guns rather than fists..." I mocked with an arrogant smirk. Hidden by my mask. I took a step, but gritted my teeth in pain. I look to my left leg, only to see that familiar color and a bullet dug deep into my flesh. 'What a pain.' Karma decides to take her toll on me.

"You're just another bitch that wants to play hero."

"Pfft. Heroes. I'm just playing a dangerous game. And I enjoy it." I spoke slowly, coldly, and chuckled at the last part. I crouched down to pick up the scum by the broken arm, causing him to shout an amazing flow of...colorful words. I laughed. I grabbed my gun, shot the rest of them-- whoever's left or remaining. I threw him to the ground and put my handgun away. "Look at my mask. What do you see?" I crouched to his eye level.

"A-a b-blood covered m-mask..."

"What else?..."

"A-a-and a s-skull... t-that's s-s-smiling..."

"Yes.... That's the monster that sleeps inside of me... Everyone has a monster that rests within us..."

"AHHHHH!!!!" I was clawing on his gunshot wound after shooting him in the leg.

"I don't have all day. Where and why did you take the boy?" I questioned.

"Fuck you!" He spat.

I broke his other arm. "I have plenty of bones to break tonight... If you don't cooperate, I'll skin you... Slowly....with a dull, rusted knife..." I crouched low and intimidated him further by taking out my own knife and laid it against his sweating cheek. He kept resisting, and I kept breaking his fingers, the worse part was that I took my time bending them much to my enjoyment.

"O-okay! Okay! I'll tell you! No more!!!"

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Time to catch up, that man I spoken to was asking for more sand for his hourglass. I wasn't selling any. The boy was held in a warehouse, I already knew the purpose. I searched around, the only direction I remembered was down the street I fought in. I climbed the highest roof I could find, I chased a van that was far away. Jumping roof to roof, the only thing I got to lose was my weight...

I wasn't the only one that was chasing. "You don't need to do this. I have this covered." I chose not to speak, when it comes to an argument, you can't reason with a stupid person. No matter how hard you try. He gave a defeated sigh. And I gave a smug smile.

I stopped at the wooden crates near the abandoned warehouse. "I'm going in undetected."

"No, I'll do this alone. Go home and rest." The masked man continued to push me away.

I just sat on the boxes. "Go ahead..."

_____After A While..._____

I chose to sneak in. I'll just use him as a distraction. Windows were being lit by gunfire, I opened one of the dusty windows (which was poorly barricaded..), carefully stepping in as the debris made a crunching noise. Shots were heard left and right. Screams included, it was like a bad horror or action movie. The boy was over there being taken into another white van, the only thing stopping me was the guy in the black pajamas. 'He seriously needs a costume.' He's a fighter, but that doesn't mean he could survive a fight like this. Not everyone is invincible to bullets. The boy, he doesn't seem hurt, he was bait.... They didn't need to hurt him for us to come over. 'Damn it, time to go rescue that damsel in distress.' I ran and jumped out of the window, the "hero" was running away to the alleyways of Hell.

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"I have all the things you need right here in this table. The stitching too." The woman informed.

I nodded. I couldn't take the couch because a certain idiot laid there, I took the things I needed and headed to the restroom after asking for directions. I closed the door behind me, and lifted my pants up, just great. I sat on the toilet and undressed myself, first the bullet wound. I took my painkillers and grabbed the knife, I roughly dug into my bleeding flesh. I grunted in pain. 'Just a bit deeper...' I dug out the object, the gold being sickly mixed and stained in the swirl of my own blood. I took the bottle of the peroxide cap off, I poured it onto my wound. The searing pain was causing me to groan a bit, it was bubbling, it felt like pouring acid on my injury. I took the needle and closed the cap of the bottle, stitching was painful but, not as painful as what I did earlier. The others was just bandages, some where stitched. I put my attire back on and heard talking, look who just woke up. I washed my blood-stained hands and I cleaned the bathroom a bit, not wanting to upset her, she offered us help after all.

"You done?" She questioned. "My name is Claire Temple by the way."

"There's a man going door through door, he's asking about us. He reeks of cheap, discount cologne and cigarettes." He said.

"Wait, how can you smell him from here?" She suspiciously asked. I wondered too.

"You'll know, pretend we weren't here." The man replied while taking a knife and hiding behind something.

I joyfully put my knuckles on and hid behind a wall, 'Finally, maybe I can have some fun.'

"Don't move unless I tell you to." The masked hero responded. I swear, he looks like the guy from The Bride or Bride of the... Princess? Something like that but with no weak, nasty facial hair that looks smeared or marked with a marker.

The man knocked on her door, we both hid and Claire answered the door. The guy asked if there's anything strangely happening or if you spot anything out of place, Claire lied but it was...pretty horrible. The vigilante was right though, I could smell him from here. She closed the door and started coughing.

"Ugh, does he dip himself in that stuff?" She complained while waving her hand to blow away the smell.

"He didn't believe you." He pointed it out, he went out of the door.

Me and Claire exited her flat, he was taking an extinguisher. She mentioned that he was blind, I could see him adjusting for the steel to collide with that poor guy's skull. Once he dropped it...

*BANG!*

"Ugh!"

Ouch. That will probably leave a bump. I leaned forward on the rail, she did too. "That's amazing..." She mumbled. We went down the old stairs and picked him up. He told us to be on the roof, the best way for no one to hear his screams. Claire had a white mask that had been cut open for her eyes, me and... Mike (that's what she called him...) remained the same. Outside was freezing cold, just like how people expected Hell to be. There were cigarette butts and trash scattered on the rooftop, I peered over the edge, spotting the same dumpster that he fell in.

"Where are you holding the boy?" Mike interrogated.

"Hahaha... We got you good didn't we...." The criminal replied. Mike was starting to get impatient. "I'm not telling you anything...." He looked at me, I gave him a hard gaze. He shuddered and cowered in fear. "W-what's she doing here... Do you know w-what she does to her victims... S-she actually kills them like some kind of m-monster she is!""

Everyone eyed me. I spoke with a icy tone, colder than this temperature out here. "You don't say." I sat on the ledge, playing with my signature weapons. "I'm going. You like to work alone, I'm sure you can handle yourself..." I left before they could say anything, I want to know if he could really save the boy without me. Besides, I need to rest, my added injuries will surely help my police business... I leaped down to the scaffolding then I suddenly....

"AHHHHHH!"

*THUD!*

'What the hell did they do now?' I sprinted towards the direction of the noise, I found the criminal in the same dumpster. He was holding on for his life, the only thing he could actually hold on to. I guess Mikey really did get his payback after all, this is going to the police files though. Never mind that, I need to contact my old team...

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(Surf Rider Lively Ones Venture Cover | By- Larry L.)