Fisk and Futility
"The Devil cornered me at a church. God was I lucky the priest was there."
"Wait is this the church on -" a tray slammed down on the table near him. Fisk missed the street then concentrated again.
"Yeah!"
"Do you think that- I know it sounds crazy but that we were led there by an unseen force?"
"We have to be. I mean a lot of us went to churches but this one always seems to have the priest present."
"He's the reason I converted to Catholicism. He got rid of the Devil and really helped me." The conversation continued along with what was the best place to buy holy water from.
Fisk was bemused and decided to keep listening for several days. At the end of the month he had put created two groups of people brought in by the Man in the Mask, aka Daredevil. There were people like him who firmly believed he was a man and would like to put a bullet in him. Then there were people who thought he was the honest to God Devil.
The second group had started appearing a few months ago, but they had composed so few numbers that Fisk dismissed them as mentally ill. Now it seemed to be the common thread between them all.
The information angered Wilson. He had fought the man. Deliberated with him. He had fought his destruction. The man was not a demon! How had the *Man*, the MAN in the Mask (he refused to call him the Daredevil or Devil or Devil of Hell’s Kitchen) cultivated the reputation in such a small time?
How he literally surpassed the boundaries of human limitation?
His temper boiled until one day Wilson couldn’t help himself. He rounded the group of men discussing Daredevil
“He’s a man! He’s not a demon! I fought him! I fought him and *won*. Crosses and rosaries and prayers are useless-“
“Yeah, then why are you here?” one of them goaded.
“Yeah, Fisk. We didn’t get our assess handed to us like you. We survived because we used our wits to keep it from happening.”
“Yeah, I mean it’s probably your fault the freaking DEVIL is in Hell’s Kitchen.”
“I fought him and I won.” He repeated. “Tell me, did you use guns? Did you have him run from you because he was injured?”
“Did you use a gun?”
Fisk was silent. “No. I fought him like a man. With my hands.”
“See! You knew on some level that it would be useless.”
“Yeah.” Came the chorus of agreements. Fisk screamed and ran off.
“Fisk fought the Devil and won?”
“Man he must be really evil.” He heard before he worked on his temper.