The Bulletin
The fog in Dex’s mind had darkened and absorbed any light that you had brought to him once.
He was lost in a darkness that was isolating him, slowly but surely becoming impossible to bear.
The whispers played around in the fog, whispering things he didn’t want to hear.
All these whispers, all these voices, but still he felt alone.
The feeling once again pressing on his chest, the emptiness you had caused even numbing part of him.
He closed his front door, before he walked to sit at the chair by his dinner table, putting the bag with pills on it. Shoving them aside as he had no use for them anymore. It was not the pills he wanted, or some other kind of drug, he wanted the light of his north star. Something he would never see again.
He folded his hands together at the table as he looked down and closed his eyes.
His thoughts once again going through all the memories he had shared with you.
Everything you told him, everything you did.
Was it all a lie? Was the story you told Anna even true?
The story had made him realise how kind you truly were, how strong, how much he wished he could be more like you. How he wanted you to know that you deserved better, much better, then the person that broke your heart.
The picture of you and Matthew Murdock flashed through his mind.
Did you really betray him or were you given no other choice ?
Was Daredevil the reason you abandoned him, did you still love him?
Did you only want him because he protected you from Fisk ? Was that all he was to you, a cover?
Dex wondered if you were ever really his.
Tears welled up in his eyes, he had found his north star only to lose her again.
He took the gun he carried on him, and placed it on the table.
The whispering became louder and he heard your voice find it’s way through the fog whispering to him.
Tell me, Dex, are you thinking about taking your own life right now?
How are you going to do it, Dex?
Do you have a gun? Your voice echoed in his mind.
He took the gun from the table, holding it in his hand as Dr. Mercer’s voice reached him.
Learn to stay calm.
Is it in your hand, Poindexter? He heard you whisper.
It wasn’t your fault. Dr. Mercer whispered through his mind.
Your voice became louder inside of him.
The world doesn’t want you.
I don’t want you.
You see how alone you are? Both your voice and Dr.Mercer’s whispered to him.
He put the end of the barrel of the gun beneath his chin.
I don’t want you, Dex. He heard you say as he closed his eyes to pull the trigger.
The sound of his cellphone ringing startled him and he gasped for air.
The loud noise violently finding it’s way to his ears, filling the void of the room.
He breathed heavily as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
His eyes focusing on the screen, not recognizing the number that had appeared on it.
He picked up and held the phone against his ear. Still holding the gun in his other hand.
“Hello?” his voice was unstable as he answered it.
“When I was in prison, my mother passed away. Among her effects was a shoebox with my name on it. A keepsake box of sorts.”
Dex listened in silence as Fisk spoke to him.
“It was full of happy relics from my life. The gifts that I made her when I was young. The odd news clipping.”
His hands were shaking as he listened.
“And the hammer. The instrument of my father’s death. I thought that she had thrown it away. But she was proud of what I had done, of who I was. She accepted me, without shame. And that is what I want for you. Someone to accept you, without shame. I do.”
Dex’s breathing was heavy.
“And I’ve send you a gift, an opportunity to become your true self. And if you accept this… unlike everyone in your life, I will never abandon you. The decision is yours.” was the last thing Fisk said before he hung up. Dex looked at his phone, his mind racing when he heared someone knock on his door.
He slowly walked towards the door, gun ready in his hand.
Before he opened the door he placed the gun against the door, knowing it could easily send a bullet through it if it would be necessary.
He kept the chain locks on as he opened the door a little bit.
“A car is waiting, sir. If you care to come with me.” the stranger told him.
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You and Matt had arrived at the New York Bulletin.
“You sure you want to do this?” you asked him as you walked next to him.
“Nope.” he grinned at you .
“Ugh. You know, everyone’s entitled to act stupid once in awhile, but you really abuse the privilege.”
He laughed at your statement “Oh well. At least I have Foggy as an attorney.”
“And Fisk didn’t say anything about you being a druglord so that’s gonna be less years in prison for you if this goes south.” sarcasm clear in your words.
“See. It’s not that bad.” he tells you as he holds the door open for you.
He followed you inside the building and you see Foggy approach the two of you.
“Wow. I haven’t seen you in ages.” he blurted out.
“Shit, do I age that bad?” you raised a brow at him and Matt chuckled.
“What ? No, that was not what I meant I-” he stammered.
“Relax, Foggy. I was just kidding.” you gave Foggy a smile.
“Pfew, I forgot how good you were with that. You sure about this, Matt?”
“You confident this FBI agent can be trusted?” Matt countered Foggy’s question.
“Nadeem’s a ball breaker, but he seems genuinly interested in the truth. Yeah, I trust him.”
Matt gave a nod “Then, yeah, I’m sure.”
You cleared you throat “Then I’ll stay here while you guys wait upstairs for the FBI to come get you.”
“Yeah we should go.” Foggy said to Matt.
You couldn’t help feeling sad, what if this all went wrong, what if the FBI arrested Matt and something bad happens to him.
“Are you okay, (y/n)?” he suddenly asked you and you remembered he could easily sense your distress.
You didn’t answer his question, you just stepped closer to him and pulled him in a hug. Matt was your friend, and right now he was once again risking his life to protect others.
“Don’t get yourself killed, okay?” you told him as you broke the hug.
He smiled at you “I’ll be alright. Just worry about yourself right now. Don’t worry about me.” he squeezed your arm a bit.
You stepped back as Foggy and Matt walked up the stairs to the other floor.
You walked around a bit, grabbing a newspaper that was on a small table near you before you took a seat. You turned it around and gasped when you saw the front page. There was a picture of Dex.
FBI INVESTIGATES ONE OF THEIR OWN the title read.
You couldn’t believe your eyes. Someone had leaked information about Dex to the newspaper.
Your mind was racing, this had to be Fisk’s doing. But why? Why would Fisk go after Dex as well ?
Did he want him kicked out of the FBI so he could proceed with his plans?
You fell back in the chair and put the newspaper down.
You wanted to talk to Dex so bad right now. He had to be upset. He loves his job.
You balled your fists in anger, Fisk was aiming his arrows at Dex and you wanted to shove his arrows down his throat right now.
You pulled your hood over your head tighter, it won’t be long now. Evans is going to testify on record that Fisk made him shank Fisk. Nadeem would hear Evan’s testimony and Fisk will be send back to prison where he belongs.
You had to focus, you should be looking out for any signs of trouble.
Some time went by and everything appeared to be normal.
Stretching your arms and legs as you yawned.
Something drew your attention, you heard something. You listened and tilted your head a bit to determine where the sound was coming from. It sounded like it was getting louder and closer. Your eyes widened when you realise it was the sound of people screaming.You stood up from the chair immediately. Something was wrong, really wrong. You almost ran towards the stairway door and when you opened the door you bumped into people who were coming down in sheer panic. “Daredevil is attacking people” one of the people who passed you said and it caught your attention immediatly. You grabbed a scarf of a woman’s shoulder that was running passed you . You hurried up the stairs, which was not easy with the people coming down while panicking. You tied the scarf around your face and nose while making your way up the stairs. By the time you reached the second floor you opened the door. The place was empty.
Shit
Whatever was happening was happening on the floor above you now as you heard things being throw around and the sound of a fight coming from above.
You pushed the door open to the stairs again and made your way to the third floor where Karen was supposed to be.
When you got to the third floor you crept up against the wall and looked inside the room, you saw people on the floor, most were badly wounded or worse. Your eyes scanned the room and abruptly stopped when you saw him.You couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was, wearing his red suit. At least that is what you believed until you focused on him more. It can’t be Matt, that’s impossible. He’d never have had the time to switch into that suit that fast. He had his back to you and you quickly looked around the room until you saw that Matt, the real Matt, was on the floor unconcious. The one who was wearing his suit stood over him and when he turned around, you quickly hid behind the wall. “Did he see me?” The thought ran through your mind. You kept quiet and started thinking of a plan. This must have been Fisk’s plan, you knew he had come for the guy who was going to testify to the bulletin about how he shanked Fisk on Fisk’s order. And he was not just framing Matt, he was framing Daredevil now as well. You moved along the wall, lowered yourself and carefully looked. He was standing further away with his back to you again.
Good, he didn’t see you. You stood up again, getting ready to attack when you suddenly hear a sound close to you. Leaving you no time to react as the projectile hit you in the head hard, knocking you to the floor immediatly.