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Matthew Murdock-- lawyer by day, and vigilante by night. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Daredevil. Currently beaten to a bloody pulp in a back alley dumpster near fifth avenue and forty-third street, just shy of being in his ‘jurisdiction’.
The dumpster smelled something foul, but despite this, Matt lay in pain. He’d hunted down the remaining loose ends of the Hand, who went the whole nine yards to make sure that they weren’t being followed, leading Matt to a collection of cuts and bruises, as well as a potentially fractured rib. From there, the men had dragged him off the edge of the roof and pushed him into the dumpster in the alley below about a half hour ago.
Matt was grateful that he didn’t have any cases or appointments for tomorrow-- while he liked doing pro-bono work after the split of Nelson and Murdock, he was glad he was working for himself and no longer had to make up excuses for his mutilated and disheveled appearance. It also allotted more time for his night time ‘hobby’, one of which, as of late, was rather slow. Typically not much more than a robbery or violent disputes… until he decided to take on the remnants of a deadly cult.
Matt sat up with great difficulty, a pained noise slipping from his lips. He took a few breaths, attempting not to further injure himself or irritate his already numerous marks of beatings. A quick and silent prayer was sent up to the heavens, that was somewhere along the lines of ‘Lord, give me strength in my weakness, and please show me the love that I need’.
As if things could get worse, something heavy fell on top of him.