Nelson and Murdock

"Amanda Marley?"  Foggy was bewildered.  "Amanda-Freaking-Marley?"  It was midday.

"You know who she is?" Matt asked.

"Yeah.  She was a really famous model."

Matt raised his eyebrows.  "Really?"

"After the fire, she had to have a closed casket funeral.  It was so awful that someone with such good looks had to go that way."

"Hm."  Matt scrolled on his laptop, searching news articles and videos, trying to find any information that he could on the Restitutionist.  Karen was working on an article of her own at the Bulletin, and she was going to give Matt any information that she collected.

"Matt, dude.  Imagine having the power to bring back to life anyone you want.  Michael Jackson, Elvis..."

Matt smiled.  "That's just not how the world works.  This guy is defying the laws of nature."

"Why does nature have to have laws?"  Foggy picked up a stack of papers and began thumbing through them.

They searched for information for another few minutes.  

"The only things I'm finding are quotes from family members and random people off the street.  There's nothing from the people who have actually been resurrected," Matt said.

"What about Cara?" Foggy asked.

"Nothing.  It's like the media is trying to hide it.  Probably because they don't understand it and don't want to scare people.  You know, with a Resurrected being a criminal and all."

"Do you even know who has been resurrected?  Like, has a list been posted anywhere?"

"No."  Matt closed his laptop.

"Then it looks like we are gonna have to find out the old-fashioned way."

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Broad Oak Cemetery

"So, this is the grave that the note was found on," Foggy said.  He and Matt stood at the foot of it, beside the fresh dirt that had been slung during the resurrection.  

Jonathan Baxter
June 8, 1937 - November 27, 1965
Beloved Husband 

"The dude was only 28, man.  That sucks."  Foggy looked at Matt after reading the headstone.  "So, after we get all the names...then what?"

"We look for a pattern," said Matt.  "Maybe that will give us a clue about his motives.  And, if possible, maybe we could talk to some of them."

"They just came out of the ground; you really think they want to talk about it?"

"Some will, and that will do."

"Okay, man."  Foggy sighed, adding Jonathan's name to his notepad.  Matt had remembered a few of the names from his search the night before, but going back for a second look was what they needed to do in order to get everyone, with a few extra details from the headstones.

Matt and Foggy found two more graves in that cemetery before moving on to the next one.  Foggy wrote down the two names: Brad Poole and Stacy Wilder.

In the next cemetery, they eventually came across two graves that were side by side: David and Charlie Campbell, father and son.

"When I first found these, I thought that it would give me a clue to the Restitutionist's pattern, but it only made it less of one," Matt said.

"Unless there isn't a pattern," Foggy proposed.  "He could just be a psychopath."

"Maybe," said Matt.

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Nelson and Murdock

Foggy counted the names on the list.  It was the same 37 that Matt had found the night before.  The Restitutionist must have completed his night's work by the time Daredevil had gotten there.

But, he knew he'd be back.

Until the sun set, Matt and Foggy searched the list, trying to find any pattern whatsoever.  The only similarities that they had managed to find after a couple of hours were the ones they already knew about: murder, disease, disaster, or any other tragedy had taken their life against their will.  And, they hadn't searched cemeteries beyond New York, so everyone on their list had been buried near the city.

There was no one older than their sixties that was missing, but other than that, ages were random.  The youngest that they found was a five-year-old boy named Alejandro Muñez.

Was this guy another Punisher, fighting some personal war?  Except he was giving life, not taking it away.  What the hell was up with this guy?

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Broad Oak Cemetery

Daredevil put himself on cemetery duty.  He was going to search each cemetery like he'd done the night before, with two objectives: find the Restitutionist and provide aid to those he'd risen.

Though, Daredevil had no idea what he was going to do if he found the Restitutionist.  Probably just identify him at this point.  He wasn't sure if the Restitutionist was going to be wearing anything that would conceal his identity, although that didn't matter, since it isn't very effective when you're up against a blind vigilante that sees with other methods.

After searching this cemetery for several minutes, Daredevil found nothing, so he moved on to the next cemetery.

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Another Cemetery Somewhere in Hell's Kitchen

He stumbled between the many headstones that surrounded his own, breathing heavily.  His throat was dry from the lack of water, and his stomach rumbled.

Leaves rustled as a figure slipped through the shadows.  He watched the movement, but he was not strong enough to follow it.  All he remembered was the spark that snapped his eyes open and the jolt as his body was ripped from underneath the earth and thrown onto the grass.

And the two words that he heard as he was struggling for air.

"You're free."

Now the figure that had raised him was nowhere to be found.  He panted, leaning against another headstone to rest.

I've rested long enough.

He struggled back into a standing position, finally remembering who he was.  He blinked, missing his glasses.  And then he knew what he had to do.

"Doris," he wheezed.

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Nelson and Murdock

It was noon.  Matt and Foggy scrambled, because Karen had secretly them emailed some video footage from the Bulletin regarding the Resurrected.  The newspaper had managed to get a few interviews with some of the Resurrected; these were the ones were as determined to know what was going on as everyone else.  They were the ones that were willing to give up their personal lives and secrets in order to pursue the truth.  Matt admired this, because it was something he could never do.  Especially after being dead for awhile.

"Dude, there's this woman named Patti Underwood, turns out she was murdered during a robbery back in the twenties."  Foggy clicked on a video, revealing a woman with shoulder-length auburn hair and brown eyes.  He thought she was beautiful.

In the video, Foggy watched her talk about her life, about how she was 34 when she died.  Eventually, she unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it to the side a little to show the scar over her heart, from a fatal bullet wound.

"How long ago were you resurrected?" the interviewer asked.

"Well, it was a Monday, so...nine days ago."

"Do you remember anything from that moment?  A face, a voice, a feeling, anything at all?"

"I heard the man say, 'You're free.'  And it was too blurry to see anything, really.  Except for when I walked home.  I was very hungry and thirsty, and I had an intense desire to see my husband...who d-died fifteen years ago.  I eventually found my grandchildren...and they're as old as I am.  Well, as old as I look, since I'm technically 122 years old...Oh wow."  She bit her lip with a sigh.  "Maybe I should go see this Captain America guy for advice."

Matt tilted his head toward Foggy with a sad frown.  Foggy mirrored his expression.

"Well, that's all the questions we have for you, ma'am."  

"I hope that helped," Patti said, forcing a smile.

"We hope so too," the interviewer said.

The screen faded to black, and text appeared, with information relevant only to the Bulletin.  Matt bounced his tennis ball on the floor.

There was another video, with a man named Antonio García.  This man was very joyful, speaking in Spanglish, so there were subtitles on the video.

"Antonio, nice to see you," said the interviewer.

"¡Sí!  I here to help." Antonio replied.  

The next person better speak Punjabi, Foggy thought.

Antonio had glasses, and he was wearing a suit and bow tie.

Antonio had died at 41 in 2009, from a heart attack.

"The Restitutionist seems to be bringing back the short-lived.  What is your definition of a short-lived life?" 

"Person die against will.  Could be anyone no suicide."

"Do you feel any connection with the other Resurrected?"

"¿Conexión?  No."

After a few more questions, his video ended.

"¡Adiós!  ¡Buena suerte!"

The third and final video starred David Campbell.  Matt could pick up something dark and shady about him, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.  

David's mood wasn't as friendly as their other two interviewees.  He didn't want to be there, but he felt like he had to.  It was as if he had only showed up because he wanted to raise his status, or something like that.

The interviewer was awkward bringing it up, but David Campbell had died from suicide.  So, he was asked, "Why would he pick you?  You chose to die."

This question made David unhappy.  Foggy cringed, afraid something bad was about to happen.  After all, one of the things David Campbell had been known for before his death, other than his science, was his temper.

"My son was brought back before me.  He wanted his father back, so the Restitutionist made an exception."

"Right, of course."  Matt didn't buy it.  "And why did you kill yourself in the first place?"

Foggy scratched the back of his neck, cringing even more so.  Matt raised his eyebrows, impressed at the interviewer's guts to ask such personal questions.  

"I couldn't bear to live without my son.  Didn't you read the suicide note I left?"  David was growing increasingly more irritated.

"I heard about it briefly, but I want to hear the story from your perspective."

"My son died in a car accident.  He was the only family I had left.  I had no reason to live anymore."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be."  David rose to his feet, and the screen went black.  

So there was a break in the death-against-a-person's-will pattern.  And this just made the Restitutionist's M.O. even more confusing.  Although, David Campbell had a reasonable argument for the break in the pattern, but something still seemed off.

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After the sun set, Daredevil searched the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen for David Campbell's home.  Once he'd found it, he climbed on top of the A/C unit behind the house and jumped, grabbing the edge of the roof and pulling himself on top of the shingles.  He crouched on the roof, listening.  There was no one inside.

There was a shack behind the house that Daredevil planned to check next.  He crawled to the side of the roof.

Suddenly, he sensed an electric current kick on.  He began to jump off of the roof, but he was too late.  He felt the shock before it actually hit him, and when it did, his body was electrified with agony.  He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

Daredevil opened his eyes an hour later.  His body ached, and his right leg was buried inside an azalea bush.  He groaned, pulling himself into a sitting position.  Of course a scientist would create seemingly-invisible gadgets to booby trap his home.  That's not weird at all.  

Daredevil finally managed to stand up.  He listened again to see if anyone was home.  Again, he found no one.  He decided to head to his own home, since he was so stiff.

He limped home, taking twice as long as he normally would.  But, the longer he walked, the easier it was.  By the time he made it back to his apartment, he was almost back to normal.  

Matt pulled off his Daredevil suit and threw his body onto his bed, falling asleep quickly.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at his door.  

Matt had lost track of time, so he quickly got dressed and answered the door right after he put his glasses on.  

He would have recognized that heartbeat anywhere.  He stood there frozen, not breathing.  

"Matty, is that you?" the man at the door said.  

"Dad?"