Foggy Figures It Out
Matt growled as he brushed the glass off of his costume once again.
He didn’t know what was going on. This was the absolutely most ridiculous thing that was happening and that was saying something given the fact that losing his sight gave him absurd senses. Foggy swept the glass away from him. He glared at his friend.
He could hear Foggy’s grin even before he started to speak to him.
“So, buddy, you want to tell me what’s with the wet cat impression you have going on?” Matt glared where he was reasonably sure Foggy was.
“Don’t look at me. I was intending to stop a crime and was doused by buckets worth of water. Then I had several bottles thrown at me. This is the third night in the row with that same syndicate.”
“I think I have your answer, actually. I took a bit of snooping on my own. Nothing dangerous, don’t get your panties in a twist, Matt.’ Foggy said. “I did some research online.”
“And?” He said, wondering if he should have looked himself. The syndicate was fairly new, it stood to reason they would use public resources ‘against’ him.
“Right. You’re never going to believe it.”
“What?” He demanded because he was starting to get tired of getting wet, which was still better than shot at but he would appreciated neither.
“It seems people believe you’re the Devil?”
“What? You’re lying.” He said incredulously.
“Really, Mr. Living Lie Detector? I’m lying about people thinking you’re the actual, honest to God, Devil?” Foggy’s heartbeat was steady.
“Shit. You’re not lying.”
“Nope. Apparently enough people were caught lying by you and your amazing blind powers have people convinced you are a demon, if not the Prince of Darkness himself.”
“This brings a completely new meaning to the meaning that the Murdocks have the devil in them.”
“Yeah. Funny isn’t it.”
“You think I would have figured that out- Oh my God. Foggy. I think I broke several crosses.”
“See, demon or devil. Whatever. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t figure this out sooner.”
“I still get shot at. I thought it was just an odd gang.” He thought about the woman who called him a demon. “The clues were there.” He conceded.
“You’re losing your edge, Murdock. You sure you graduated with honors?” Matt glared and shook his costume at Foggy. His friend sputtered and backed away. He fell onto the couch.
Better.
Well, except for the Devil thing.