I’m In Need Of Some Restraint
Foggy had never really given much of a thought as to what he would do if he found “The Devil”. He didn’t know if he would allow himself to fall for for him (or her, it could be her (but him would be better)), or just refuse to accept his soulmate. For each drunk late nights, glaring at the black that stained his skin, there was a lonely nights where he felt so alone that he wanted to be with the Devil so bad (and he wondered if they felt the same). His parents never spoke much about his mark. Maybe they hoped that if they didn’t speak about the problem. It’ll go away. It’s how they deal with most of their problems.
For all the times his mother made forced Foggy to go to church, he was never really sure if he believed in it. He would believe in it when he actually died and actually saw God (or Satan, if his soul mark was any indication). But he didn’t really believe his soulmate was the devil himself. Maybe it was a weird name some parent thought would be cool to have their child named after Lucifer. More likely than not, it was a nickname. Though Foggy could never see himself being soulmates with anyone able to live up to the nickname ‘The Devil’. Yet there it was on his wrist, the black contrasting against his pale skin.
Foggy sighed as he put the concealer and foundation over the mark. No one knew about the mark other than his parents and Brett. The secret was well kept, surprisingly. Foggy got a better hold on his tongue when drunk.
Brett was helpful and supportive when we talked about my mark. He said long ago that he didn’t have any prejudice against people with soulmates. It was always a nice reminder that not everyone hated him and wanted him experimented on or whatever the hell the government did to the people they take. While Brett was a supportive friend, as a police officer he was legally supposed to be arresting him. Brett (or rather Sergeant Mahoney) claims to have never seen his soul mark and therefore couldn’t arrest someone for something he can’t see. While Brett was following his ambitions, Foggy was a butcher. He still wants to be a lawyer. He even studies the law in his spare time. Foggy was still stuck. He felt like he should be doing something with his life other than cutting meat.
Today was Foggy’s day off. He wanted a day just to enjoy the day. Just let his feet take him where ever they wanted to go. He was in a mood where he wanted to meet his soulmate. It would pass by tomorrow.
Stepping through the door was nice. It was a sunny day, but clouds still lined the skies. The sun was strong but there was a breeze that almost seemed to cut through the heat like scissors on wrapping paper. The breeze wasn’t too cold but it was enough so the sun wouldn’t beat down on everyone. It was a perfect day.
The first thing Foggy did was get the daily paper. There was some masked maniac vigilante running around recently, and Foggy would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious.
The headline seemed to hit him. Almost physically. The headline almost seemed to jump out of the paper and hit him on the head. He was lucky he didn’t pass out.
The Devil Of Hell’s Kitchen
It was a coincidence...
Right?
It had to be.
Yet Foggy wasn’t so sure.
Foggy paid for his copy of the New York Bulletin and ran back home.
Well there goes his day.
Foggy sat there in his small apartment looking at the man in the mask. Staring at the paper hoping it would answer him.
This man could be his soul mate. Foggy then thought about if he would even want that. Some weirdo running around Hell’s Kitchen beating people up. Would he even want that? Could he live with it? Well the man in the mask had to be doing it for a reason. Right?
Foggy’s phone started ringing and he picked it up to see Brett was calling him.
As soon as Foggy accepted the call, Brett started talking.
“Did you see the news?”
Foggy struggled for a second to find his voice which he didn’t know he’d lost.
“Yeah.”
“It might not be him.”
“Yeah, but it might be.”
“Nelson,” Brett took a breath. “The man is dangerous, and possibly insane. He beats people up for fun. I mean, are you sure you want it to be him?”
It was a fair question. Does Foggy want to be soulmates with him?
“I don’t know Brett,” Foggy confessed. “I don’t know if I want the man in the mask to be my soulmate.”
“But what I do know,” Foggy continued. “Is that I will regret it if I don’t even try to find out.”
Brett paused for minute before answering.
“Okay, I understand,” Brett said. “But I’m not going to help, not now. There is a lot of shit happening in Hell’s Kitchen at the moment and this dude, whoever he is, is in the middle of it. I can almost guarantee you. Now I can’t stop you from trying. But can you please just wait until things calm down a bit?”
Foggy paused wanting to please his best friend.
“I can’t Brett,” Foggy started. “I’m so so so sorry, but I can’t. If he is my soul mate then he is in danger. I need to find out. I’m going to start trying to find him tomorrow.”
Brett sighed on the other end of the line.
“Okay fine,” Brett gave in. “I can’t and won’t be helping you though. Not until I find out what kind of man the Devil is.”
Brett hung up. Leaving Foggy sitting on his couch in silence. Tomorrow he will search for the man in the mask. Foggy was determined to find him, and nothing could stop him.