Demons Of The Past
You were at the back of the church when you stepped outside with Dex, the both of you appeared to have drawn the attention of two guys and Dex quickly picked two empty beer bottles from the ground and threw both of them at them effortlessly. Knocking them down right away as the glass cut their faces.
“Dex ?!” you reacted in suprise.
He looked at you, noticing your confusion “They arrived here with Hunt.”
“Oh.”
Dex was pulling you with him “I parked over there.” he motioned to an alleyway across the street. He waited until some cars passed before he crossed the street with you. He opened the passenger door first, and waited for you to get in.
You looked at him trying not to giggle at the sight of him, bloodied and bruised, holding the door open for you, all while wearing the suit was quite hilarious “I can’t believe that after everything that happened, you are still holding doors open for me.”
His eyes fell on you and he grinned “Want me to shut it and leave you here ?”
“Do you want to leave me here, Dex?” you countered his question and Dex seemed taken aback by it.
He shook his head lightly in disbelieve “(y/n) , get in my car.” his eyes bore into yours.
The way he said it send a shiver down your spine, it sounded like a command. One you were more then willing to follow.
“Sir, yes sir.” you said cheeky and got in the car.
He shut the door once you were in the car and he made his way around to sit in the driver’s seat and started the car.
Everything felt unreal now, you couldn’t believe you survived all of that and that you were now sitting in the car with Dex.
You buckled up your seatbelt, and glanced over at Dex before groaning.
“Poindexter.”
He looked at you confused and you pointed at the seatbelt that you were wearing.
He almost rolled his eyes as he reached for his seatbelt “I just got shot at by a bunch of assholes, who were carrying carbines, and here you are, telling me to wear my seatbelt.”
“Damn right, I am.” you grinned at him “ And here you are, wearing your seatbelt. Besides I got shot at three times in a short amount of time, do you see me ignoring my seatbelt?”
He really rolled his eyes this time before he chuckled “Where are we going, (y/n)? ”
You gave him the address “It’s not that far from here. But I must warn you, it’s small and I haven’t been there for a pretty long time. But it will be safe, for both of us.”
He seemed lost in thought for a moment and somehow you knew there was a question waiting to be asked.
“I wonder why you have another place, besides your house ?” his eyes narrowed as he drove.
You knew this question would come soon “There was a time, before the FBI and Matt, that I would often need a safe place to stay.” you fumbled with your seatbelt.
He looked over at you momentarily before his focus was back on the road “(y/n), you told me Fisk knew something about your past. And that he was using it against you.”
Your breathing got rapid, it wouldn’t be long before it clicked with Dex.
“What exactly does Fisk now about your past?”
Biting your lip you looked away from him. How were you going to tell him this ?
He was waiting for your answer, there was no way to get out of this one.
“He knew… I…uhm..” you tried to find the words and you felt him looking at you “I…used to hurt people.”
He furrowed his brow as he processed what you were saying “Mind clarifying that a bit more?”
It was getting harder to breath “I killed people.”
The words finally fell out of your mouth and Dex’s eyes widened, even though he kept his eyes on the road.
You took a deep breath, knowing there was never going to be a ‘good time’ to say this “Remember I told you how someone saw me practice my fighting once?”
He nodded to notify you he was listening.
“After my parents died I practiced more often, often outdoors. I felt so much anger..I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that both of them were already gone.” you rubbed your face “And then this man, came to talk to me. He told me there were other people just like me, learning how to fight. He asked me if I wanted to join them, I was reluctant at first of course. He just gave me the address where they would be practicing. A couple of days later I decided to check it out. And they accepted me with open arms. They taught me how to fight better, it felt like I had found a new family. After a while, they were not just teaching me how to fight anymore…”
Dex leaned against his seat “They were teaching you how to kill.” he stated and you looked up at him.
“Yes.”
Silence fell for a moment, he was waiting for you to continue “I didn’t even realise it at first. I think they believed that they were doing the right thing. Teaching people to become vigilantes, telling us how the justice system was failing. And back then, I believed them. I saw people suffering all around and often the cops couldn’t help them because it was not legal. One day, after months of training, they send me to a warehouse, they didn’t give me an explanation. Just gave me the weapons and told me to help the girls in that warehouse. I didn’t want to disappoint them so I sneaked in there at night. I saw those girls, some chained to each other, most of them barely clothed.” you swallowed when you remembered. “Some of them were so young, Dex.”
It was silent for a while and you looked out the car window before you continued “They were so scared. One of them saw me and grabbed my arm, she begged me to help them. And I did.”
Dex parked the car behind the place you had told him about “You killed the people who were holding them captive?”
You could only nod, the memories of the blood stains would never leave you.
“At first I felt good, those girls could go home and I had made my new family proud. But the more they send me to…” you didn’t finish your sentence “The faces of the people that died by my hand started to haunt me, Dex. I realised I myself had become what I was trying to fight all this time.”
Dex turned off the car and fumbled with the keys, his eyes staring in the distance. “How did you get back on the right path?”
“Let’s just say the Devil persuaded me.” you tried to give him a smile but failed “ There is no atoning for what I have done. All I can do is move forward and not make the same mistakes. And I did, until I killed the guy back in the church.”
“To save my life, (y/n).” Dex shook his head “You came back from that, you build your whole life anew.”
“And so can you.” you finally told him.
His eyes locked on yours “Maybe.. but it’s not going to be because the Devil persuaded me to.” he said drily.
You covered your mouth as a laugh escaped you “Luckily for you, I can be very persuasive.” your voice playful.
He didn’t look at you as he smirked “I’m aware.”
“Good.” you said as you opened the car door.
He got out too, opening another door to get a duffel bag from the backseats.
You quirked an eyebrow “What’s in there ?”
He shutted the door and walked to you “ Clothes. Or did you think I would continue to run around in this thing?”
You let your eyes wander over him “Shame. You look good in it.”
He avoided looking you in the eye after you said it, it was dark but you could still see a blush was creeping up his face.
You turned your attention to your surroundings “The place is mostly abandoned, only an old lady and her nephew live here anymore. My place is on the third floor.” you told him as you walked to the fire escape stairs.
He followed you “No wonder you used this place as a safe house.” he looked around.
“Beggars can’t be choosers, Dex.” you pulled the ladder down so you would be able to climb the stairs.
Dex hanged the bag over his shoulder “After you.” he motioned to the ladder.
A grin was growing on your face.
“What ?” he asked oblivious as he saw you looking at him like that.
You shrugged your shoulders and stepped on the ladder “Nothing.”
You made your way up the ladder and stopped for a moment “You know, even James wouldn’t look at my behind that obviously.” it was a lighthearted comment.
You stepped on the metal platform of the stairs and looked down at Dex. “Next time, you should go up first. You know, to keep things fair.”
He shook his head as a light chuckle escaped him before he looked up at you “Oh believe me, he would.” he said before he climbed the ladder.
“Wait… did you just compliment me ?” you asked him once he stepped on the platform. He fumbled with the straps of the duffel bag he was carrying. He straightened himself as he looked at you, giving you his boyish lopsided grin.
He didn’t seem to know how to answer, so you decided to continue to climb the stairs.
You waited for him to get on the platform before you opened the window, he reached for the window holding it upward so you could get in.