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Takes place in Daredevil's Episode 4
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(This is an amazing fan-made intro <3| By - "ManyVid")

"We'll continue going after your loved ones, each and every one of them. We will stop once you give us the money you owe."

"No please! Don't kill my daughter! I-I'll give you the money! It's in a suitcase! U-under the bed!"

I opened the closet... it's doors squeaked as I moved it. My heart was beating like a jackhammer, each time I took a step on the wooden floor boards, it creaks, my heart beats faster and faster in my bone's cages... My breathing was short and quick, my eyes threatened to shed tears in this horrible night.

Then there it was....

The crying....

The cries before the gunshot...

I looked around the corner of the doorway... to see a man with a gun. "LEAVE HER ALONE!" I gave one final, desperate shout. "NOOO!!!"

"You know the consequences, Mr.Payne...."

*BANG!*

My breath cut short from that sound... the crib fell over... "Oh...God.....Lisa...oh God no...." <Father> The voices around me faded away as I stared what was in the crib...

"Lisa?.....Lisa?" I crawled towards the fallen crib, I called out again as I picked her fragile, nimble body to my trembling arms. I was a fool to think she was alive. Her brains and that iron-smelling liquid oozed out at the back of her skull, her blood dripped onto my hands and arms. Making it foul and sticky, she was cold, the light from her eyes were blown out. Leaving her lifeless and unmoving. There was no crying, just the silence and a deafening ring in my ears.

Another loud gunshot snapped me back into reality. My dad had a red stain on his arm, he screamed in pain. I was too shocked to move.

"Consider this as a warning, the next time you chose to do this again."

The barrel of the gun pointed to me...

*BANG!*

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*THUD!*

I fell from my chair, I was drinking down every last drop of my whiskey. I smoked a cigarette last night, the ashtray was full of used up smokes on the wooden table. I place the chair back, my brain felt like I took a shot in the head. The past kept tormenting me, it's like dark, vast hole. I tried running away from it. But it was no use. No matter how hard I tried.

The genius of the hole: "No matter how much time you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down there in an instant."

Good thing it was my day off, if it wasn't, I would have already heard the distant shouting from my boss.

I picked up my phone as I remembered last night, "C0mrade, gather up the old team. And research Wilson Fisk."

"Alrighty, will do. You know that if we do this...."

I opened up envelopes that I received, one had a note inside: "We're watching." I scoffed, they think I'm going to fall huh? The other one caught my attention. I stiffened, I opened the letter and found....

"You okay Rose?...."

...Fuck...

a diamond poker card.

"I think he already knows." I answered bitterly.

"Shit. What are we gonna do about him anyways? We could..."

"No, we are NOT going to kill him, do you understand? He might have some valuable information, as much as I hate to say this...*sigh* We can't get rid of him." I paused. "Not yet."

"So what's our meeting point?" He asked excitedly.

"Brassiere."

"When's the last time we treated ourselves to a fancy dinner anyways, right?"

"What, expensive wine, food, and raining money at the safehouse doesn't count?" <Rosa>

I found myself grinning at a memory. "NO, I will NOT let you guys get DRUNK. You got that? Tell that to the others. PLEASE." We both laughed. Well, I chuckled.

I was in my casual clothes, my bruises healed a bit, it was still there though. I opened the door so I could take the trash down to the bin, I saw Matt. "Hey, I need to speak to you privately after I take this to the trash bin alright?" After taking out the trash I went to his apartment.

"You already know I'm the vigilante, don't you?" It sounded more of a statement rather than a question.

"Oh! You are?!" I pretended to be surprised. "Alright, I was kidding, you have the same injuries, bloody knuckles there, and no one looks twice at a blind person, as the saying goes."

"What did you need to talk about?" Getting straight to the point and serious.

I smirked. "You know about 'The Band of Thieves'?" His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and suspicion.

He said. "Yes, the notorious group of mischiefs that was written all over the newspapers before their disappearance. I've heard of them, why?"

"I'm gathering my old team back, C0mrade, the nerd and brains of my team will be researching more into this 'Wilson Fisk'. I've never seen his identity in the police database or anything at all unfortunately."

"And why did you steal things back then?" He asked.

"Many reasons." He leaned on his cane quietly, testing my legendary 'patience'. "Fine, it was fun, we needed money, sometimes secretly gave money to the poor, and I was a troublemaker back then alright? I was in deep depression and we basically started ruining the bad guy's days." He snickered.

His expression went back to hard and solemn again. "Tell me about your past, you were mumbling in your sleep every night and you tightened your fist back when you asked about the man in the blue suit."

"How?- ...Your senses..." I whispered a bad word and grimaced at my thoughts that were being flooded by traumatizing memories, "Fine, I'll tell mine, you tell yours." He agreed.

"It all started when I was 6...."

____24 Years Ago...____

https://youtu.be/wFkHFKsILNQ

(Old Boy OST - "Breathless")

8:27 PM

"Don't move, alright? Just repeat these words: 'Don't cry, everything is going to be okay, its just a dream'. Don't worry Rosa, everything's going to be okay. I will never leave you." My mother gave me a soft and loving kiss, something that I would never get to have ever again.

My mother, Lissandra Payne, was a tall, kind, and always puts family first. She was the motherly figure that I would always look up to, I trusted every single word that her sweet voice would tell me, the kind that would never break a promise. She has long, wavy, and silky brown hair. Her skin was in a beautiful tan color, she was also skinny and perfect. Her eyes were grassy green that sparkled with a mesmerizing love and her lips were rosy red. She was the gorgeous stars in the sky that I could never get to reach out and touch them or that they were never really there, she was the flower that blooms magnificently, but wilts away...

I inherited all those traits of hers except her chestnut hair color.

"P-promise?..." I held out my pinky.

She had the sweetest laugh, it was as sweet as honey. "Promise. You're a very strong girl, don't cry." She closed the doors and dashed downstairs...

I hid in the closet, it was dark, cold, and cramped. The house was filled with screaming and bellowing. Tables were being broken downstairs and sounds of broken glass echoed within the house, the footsteps lead to my room, the crevice or opening of the closet's doors had light seeping through as the unwanted men turned on the lights. I didn't dare utter a sound, the shadows below danced, destroying things in my room.

The shadows below the doors stopped...

The closet's knobs turned...

Time slowed for me as my heart sped up...

The baby was crying in the other room, it made them stop. I was repeating those words she told me, then, there was no sound. Just the crying. I thought it was over. I carefully opened it and slowly stepped onto the creaking floors. The door to my baby sister who was only a few months old, was left opened. Dad was screaming and pleading about money that he owes to. The hallway was dim like a horror movie, if only I could save her....

Thomas Payne, my dad. He's okay, even though he gets to be demanding sometimes is because of his work, he slaps me sometimes for any disobedience. He's fun to be with when there's no work, he has no beard, he had black hair that I inherited, and is kind. Though, that kindness was false. An act.

The dark figure that stood in front of the crib had a gun drawn out. "LEAVE HER ALONE!!" It never stopped him. Time slowed down, I tried to push him over, the gun moved. But it wasn't enough... "NOOO!"

*BANG!*

Then the barrel came face to face with me, the bullet sliced the air passed through just above my head. My heart leaped in fear. Then they left after taking the money.

"Dammit...She was only 3 months old..."

___7 Years Later...___

Mom and dad were fighting, my...' father' was broken after when happened 6 years ago. My mother still loved him, but because of their fighting...

"Watch out!" <Lissandra>

<Thomas> "Wha-"

*Tire Screaming*

*Glass Breaking*

*Metal Crashing*

*Car Honking*

"The crash that made it to the news..." Matt pointed it out.

"Yes..."

Everything was black, I couldn't feel...see...hear...or even smell or taste...Then I heard beeping, I woke up. I felt stiff and weak, I laid on a hospital bed. I was in a 3 month coma, after recovering, I could finally go home again. My mother was waiting.

"Here." I took Matt's hand as I let him trace the scar, it was underneath my left bang, the scar snakes just above my brow and goes all the way behind my ear.

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__A Few Days Later...__

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I found out when I came home...

My mother was paralyzed.

Only her hand could be moved.

Because of the accident.

She motioned me to come closer, "Is this your painting?"

"Yes, you like it?..."

I looked at her messy hand writing on the notebook...

I froze...

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"You have wonderful art skills...My daughter will love you...." She smiled weakly.

'S-she doesn't recognize me?...' My heart shattered, it was like a balloon, it stored all my emotions and tears that I kept fighting back. And finally, it was filled with too much sorrow that it had bursted...

"I bet she would...." I spoke softly, not wanting to break down, she looked at the painting I did a few months ago.

It was a gleaming moon, that glowed along the stars on the purple night sky. It's tiny, shimmering specks spun in the midnight sky, it was like a whirlpool of stars, that vanished deep into the abyss of the ebony veil. It reminds me of being...alone. How the ominous voids of my nightmares swallow everything up, everything I cared about, until there was nothing left. It was a bottomless pit that contained phantoms of my past, ghosts and shadows that lurk deep within. When I fall in a deep slumber, I see them waltzing around in my dreams. I couldn't run from it. I knew that well, but I still try anyways. The hope I had within me was like poison.

She paid attention to the painting that I hung in her room.

"I wonder...when she will come back to us...." Her eyes brimmed with tears that I couldn't stand watching.... I wrapped my hands around her head in front of her, and smiled...

*Snap!*

"I wish it was just a bad dream, at least from my coma..."

"Don't we all?" Matt said.

Even though she survived the accident, that disgusting monster, Thomas, didn't care about her. He was fed up with her. He saw the scene and whipped me every night, then that worm saw me as...

__That Night...__

"Lissandra...."

He forced me on the bed, I was fighting and struggling under his grip. I could take it anymore... I fought and fought. I gouged his right eye out as he screeched in pain, I crushed his eye in fury. I kicked him off the bed, and curled my hands into fists like how I curled a vicious smile on my face...

*BAM!*

*BAM!*

*BAM!*

*BAM!*

*CRACK!*

His blood sprayed onto my face... My face twitched with a wicked smile. It was satisfying. It was entertaining to see him begged for his life.

"This...is what you deserve you foul beast!"

*BAM*

"That was for Lisa!!!"

*BAM*

"AHHHHHH!!!"

"That was for MOM!!"

"NONONO PLEASE!!!"

"And this..." I grabbed brass knuckles, that I found in his drawer... "Was for ME!!!"

His blood..

Made a skull on my face...

That smiled....

And I smiled along with it.....

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"That's why I hate children being abused or raped, they remind me of him. Even though I enjoyed hurting them, I don't want people to suffer. I don't want them to experience any of these things." I finished. I wasn't crying, I was done with crying a long time ago. "When I was working as a cop, they offered me money, to work for them. I didn't like him one bit, and it may not seem like it, but I'm not poor. Your past is like the pieces of a broken mirror. You try to pick them up, but you only end up cutting yourself."

Matt gave me pity, I could see it as clear as glass. I didn't need it, I didn't want it. He told me his past, money and mobsters... His father was one of the wrestlers named: Battlin' Jack, his mother abandoned them. His father was told to throw at the 5th round of the fight, meaning to purposefully lose. His father didn't get a very good education, his only way of providing for his son was to intentionally lose fights. Since he won- that resulted his death. Matt felt that it was his fault, that it was him to blame.

I killed my own dad, it IS my fault, and I AM the one to blame for his death. Matt... Didn't need to take the blame, his father has his own reasons, if he was alive I would've respected him. He lost so many fights, he was beaten down until he was on his knees... Yet... He continued to pick himself back up and fought... He fought 'til the very end.

What that kidnapped boy said to his father set Matt off, now I understood why he was on edge...

"What's your abilities?" He questioned out of the blue. "The way you move, there's no way someone normal would be able to pull that off."

"I would say the same thing to you. " There was a moment of hesitation, even my teammates don't know this. "It isn't speed that's for sure, it's more of...fast reflexes? Time just....slows down around me, sure I'm fast but, not that fast."

I told him that I had to leave for my little team tonight, I had to dress nice, but not too much. I don't want people to know that I have money stacked to the ceiling...

I grabbed a suit and tie, dresses aren't my thing, excluding the part where I have to seduce someone for our missions most of the time, they'll start to drool like dogs....

__At Brassiere...__

"Rosie!!!!! Yeah!! The old team's back!" <Night>

"Shut up! You don't want attention!" <C0mrade>

"Whoopsie daisy..." <Nightshade>

"Still the same..." <Wolf>

"You got that right Wolf..." <Joker>

<Ghost> "Kept me waiting huh?" She said to me.

"Yep. So here's the plan..." We all ordered drinks and sat with open ears.

While we were discussing our ideas a familiar Russian came through the door, he was interrupting someone's dinner, we all listened in. He was being taken out by his bodyguards, 'it couldn't be...'

"I'll go, you guys stay."