Two Worlds
To say that your head was hurting would have been an understatement. Your fingers touched the side of your head and confirmed you had a cut there that was bleeding. your vision was blurry but it slowly became clearer as you focused your eyes on something in front of you, a stapler. Did that.. was that the thing that had caused the cut on your head ?!
The sound of a gunshot brought you back to reality.
You tried to push yourself off the ground, all while there seemed to be a drummer playing a concert in your head.
There was something about all of this happening that caused you to tremble, as if your subconcious had started to warn you.
Then you heard someone say something that grabbed your attention immediately “Hello, Karen. It’s nice to see you again.”
Your heart sank as you recognized who the voice belonged to. Dex.
“No..” you whimpered as you lost the strength in your arms for a moment, dropping back to your knees as your headache was getting worse. It all clicked now, this was Fisk’s plan. Your eyes fell on the stapler again, it had struck a wall before it hit your head, knocking you out. There was only one person you knew that could do that. Fisk is using Dex to make it look like Daredevil did this.
You finally managed to get up, you knees were shaking as you looked over the room. The room was silent, a silence that send a chill over every bone inside your body. Your eyes fell on Matt, he was looked like he was waking up. You still had the scarf around your face as you carefully made your way to him. You stopped to check the pulse of a man on the floor, it only confirmed what you already feared. It was hard to control your breathing as you let your eyes wander over the room, over the people on the ground. The blood on the floor was bringing back memories of your past you had tried so hard to lock away. You took a deep breath as you made your way over to Matt. When you got to him he was on hands and knees, trying to get up.
“Jesus…” your voice was shaking as you saw the pair of scissors sitting inside his shoulder. You reached for him and tears were welling up in your eyes. Dex could have killed Matt, you knew Dex was skilled but you did not realise exactly how skilled he truly was.
A door opened and you looked up to see Karen running towards the both of you. She looked at your bloodied face “Jesus, (y/n).” she reached out for you, you shook your head.
Her eyes fell on Matt and she gasped when she saw what was wrong “Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Matt. Jesus Christ.”
Matt put his hand on your shoulder “(y/n) ?” he sounded afraid.
“I’m alright, just take it easy, Matt.” you quickly said and you helped him up a bit.
“Foggy?” he directed it at Karen.
“No, no, no. He’s okay. He’s okay.” she comforted him.
She gasped and reached her hand to him “Jesus, are you?”
You looked at the scissors in his shoulder, they didn’t seem to be that deep inside his shoulder, but he was bleeding badly.
“Did he kill Jasper?” he asked and you looked at Karen.
“Yeah.” she said.
Your eyes fell in defeat, you felt your body shaking. It had nothing to do with getting the stapler thrown at you or the wound it had left on you.
Fisk had gotten under Dex’s skin and you had not been there to stop it from happening. Now the witness was dead, and your friend had a pair of scissors stuck in him.
Karen and Foggy could have been killed. You were starting to feel sick.
You and Karen helped Matt up from the ground, it was dark inside the office so you didn’t notice all the blood on Matt right away.
Jesus Dex had beaten him up badly. You never saw Matt lose a fight before, it was a miracle he was alive right now. Fisk must need Matt alive for his plan to work.
Matt tilted his head “The FBI is here we have to go.” he whispered to you.
The main door to the office went open and you quickly moved towards an exist as you kept low, Matt couldn’t follow you to the same exit door as Nadeem walked inside. Matt couldn’t come to your side without being seen.
“I’ll go around. I’ll meet you at the presses downstairs.” you whispered, knowing that Matt was able to hear you. You saw him nod while he was waiting for a chance to get out through the other door.
You opened the door on your side and made your way down the set of stairs before you opened the door the the second floor. You knew you had to go through a hallway to reach the other stairs. You passed some offices and froze when you heard quiet footsteps coming from behind you.
You didn’t have to have Matt’s senses to know someone was aiming a gun at you. Your breathing became rapid, could it be…?
“Dex?…” your voice was barely audible as you said his name.
You pulled the scarf down away from your face, before you slowly turned around, making sure you didn’t make any unexpected movements.
There he was, Dex, aiming a gun at you. Your breath hitched when you finally looked at him. A mix of emotions ran through you. Blood covered what you could see of his face, the red eyes of the mask making it impossible to read his.
He didn’t move, as if he was as suprised to see you there as you were to see him.
He looked like he was out of breath, almost gasping for air.
You slowly stepped towards him as he kept the gun aimed at you. You knew it wasn’t a smart move, but all you wanted was to close the distance between the both of you. As you got close enough you stopped. Silence filled the hallway you were standing in. Your eyes locked on his, even if you could not see them through the mask. You carefully raised your hand, not looking away. He didn’t move but you could see how on edge he truly was. You slowly placed your hand on his hand that was holding the gun, and stopped. You knew he could still easily shoot you. He could kill you quicker then he could even snap his fingers. You knew this but you knew that if you did not try to get through to him you could lose him forever. A tear fell from your eye, Fisk had succeeded into invading Dex’s mind, he had broken him. You thought of the words you could say to him but were unable to find the right ones. He was breathing heavily and you could see he was starting to panic as he slowly snapped back to the reality of the situation. The gun was very close to your face now. You let go off his hand and carefully touched his cheek with the tips of your fingers before you gently cupped the side of his face, you never looked away from his face as you did. You could feel him tremble violently as he began to slowly lower the gun. “My Dex..” was all you could utter as you kept your eyes on his. Your voice broke even as you just said it. The sound of voices nearing broke your gaze from him. FBI agents were approaching. Dex stepped away from you, he was starting to fall apart on the inside. He ran off before you could react. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor. Your body was shaking, and you tried to control your breathing, gasping for air.
Dex could have killed you too, but he didn’t. It dawned on you that he must not have known that it was you that he threw the stapler at, you were covering your face with the scarf after all.
He had looked at you as if he had seen a ghost. Did Fisk make him believe you were gone? That you would leave Dex?
You snapped out of it. You still had to get out of this building, you couldn’t let the FBI find you. Anyone could be working for Fisk.
You hurried to the stairs that led to the presses downstairs, and pushed the door open.
The presses were working, something that felt unreal after what had just transpired.
Someone suddenly dragged you by the arm and it takes you by suprise.
“Damnit, Matt. You scared the shit out off-” he covered your mouth fast.
You heard someone coming, FBI agents. They must be looking for Dex. But then again, both you and Matt were in danger as well. You couldn’t let them see you, they could easily turn out to be one of Fisk’s henchmen.
Matt placed a finger on his lips in a silencing matter before he tilted his head letting you know he was going to lead the both of you out of there.