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MatthewMurdock123 · 36-40, M
That's the problem with Frank right there. His confidence leads him to believe that he can take down anything and kill any criminal that might dare to cross his path, but in this case, he can't. These ninjas are from a cult called the Hand, and that same cult has made them immortal, which means that no matter how many times you kill them, they just keep coming back. And that's what's happening right now. They were slowly but surely getting back on their feet and trying to escape, knowing that Matt wouldn't stop and probably not willing to waste any more time with him. After all, they'd already achieved the main goal they were here for: getting rid of Elektra. She was destined for this fate. Which, if you ask Matt, wasn't fair at all, especially when all she did was fight against the nature that had been put into her against her will. She didn't have a choice about being this Black Sky thing, an evil thing, indeed, but that didn't mean she was evil to begin with, not one bit. He knew her, and he knew there was good in her.
Matt flinches again at the sound of the gunshots, bringing his hands up to cover his ears as he grits his teeth and snarls in deep anger and frustration. "You can't be here..." He began to tell Frank, forcing himself to stand on his feet again, grunting at the pain he felt from his wounds. "I'm fine! Now go! Leave!" He snarls angrily at the soldier guy, the one he so often lectures on his methods in the field regarding his decision to kill them, the bad guys. Tonight, for the first time in his life, Matt was becoming Frank. He was about to commit his first killing, because no matter how hard it was, he was going to finish these ninjas or die trying. Fuck the moral codes and anything related to that. Those rules he usually follows do not apply to those guys, the undead ninjas missing a heartbeat.
You’re right about one thing, Frank boy, the Devil was crying because even Daredevil in his battle against evil can only take so much loss and sorrow. Wiping the tears from his face he takes a deep breath, getting some fresh air into his lungs before deciding this wouldn't stop him. He shivers at the pain in his back as he moves, every step he takes feeling like a knife slicing through his skin countless times. "I CAN'T STOP!" He shouts stubbornly at himself more than anything else, clenching his hands into fists once more and going straight for them, the ninjas who were cowardly enough to try and run away. "IT'S NOT OVER!!" He shouted as he lunged at them, as soon as he felt that he could throw some punches at them, he waved his fists in the air and punched a bunch of them, jumping up and kicking them as well, knocking them down. "Stay down! You stay down..." Until tonight, no one knew what Daredevil was made of, not really, what his anger and grief would make him do, or how far he could take a beating and still keep going. He remained in his fighting mode, staying in the middle of the unconscious ninjas, listening for any sounds they might make when they finally woke up, as he knew they would. As he waits, his chest rises and falls with his deep inhalations, his body giving clear signs of exhalation as he simply ignores the signs. If no one stops him tonight, no one ever will.
Seeing as none of them were coming back yet, he falls on his knees, raises his head to the sky, and screams out his frustration and anger so loudly that some people from the buildings nearby must have heard some of it. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Panting at last as he was so tired. "I can't, I can't...." He murmurs softly those words as some more tears slide down his face again. He was so broken, so incomplete. His mom, his dad and now Elektra... Everyone eventually left him, one way or another. But he can't give up, never. That's not an option.
Matt flinches again at the sound of the gunshots, bringing his hands up to cover his ears as he grits his teeth and snarls in deep anger and frustration. "You can't be here..." He began to tell Frank, forcing himself to stand on his feet again, grunting at the pain he felt from his wounds. "I'm fine! Now go! Leave!" He snarls angrily at the soldier guy, the one he so often lectures on his methods in the field regarding his decision to kill them, the bad guys. Tonight, for the first time in his life, Matt was becoming Frank. He was about to commit his first killing, because no matter how hard it was, he was going to finish these ninjas or die trying. Fuck the moral codes and anything related to that. Those rules he usually follows do not apply to those guys, the undead ninjas missing a heartbeat.
You’re right about one thing, Frank boy, the Devil was crying because even Daredevil in his battle against evil can only take so much loss and sorrow. Wiping the tears from his face he takes a deep breath, getting some fresh air into his lungs before deciding this wouldn't stop him. He shivers at the pain in his back as he moves, every step he takes feeling like a knife slicing through his skin countless times. "I CAN'T STOP!" He shouts stubbornly at himself more than anything else, clenching his hands into fists once more and going straight for them, the ninjas who were cowardly enough to try and run away. "IT'S NOT OVER!!" He shouted as he lunged at them, as soon as he felt that he could throw some punches at them, he waved his fists in the air and punched a bunch of them, jumping up and kicking them as well, knocking them down. "Stay down! You stay down..." Until tonight, no one knew what Daredevil was made of, not really, what his anger and grief would make him do, or how far he could take a beating and still keep going. He remained in his fighting mode, staying in the middle of the unconscious ninjas, listening for any sounds they might make when they finally woke up, as he knew they would. As he waits, his chest rises and falls with his deep inhalations, his body giving clear signs of exhalation as he simply ignores the signs. If no one stops him tonight, no one ever will.
Seeing as none of them were coming back yet, he falls on his knees, raises his head to the sky, and screams out his frustration and anger so loudly that some people from the buildings nearby must have heard some of it. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Panting at last as he was so tired. "I can't, I can't...." He murmurs softly those words as some more tears slide down his face again. He was so broken, so incomplete. His mom, his dad and now Elektra... Everyone eventually left him, one way or another. But he can't give up, never. That's not an option.