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Post by fan4 on Feb 26, 2007 22:19:44 GMT -5
Daredevil: The Man without Fear! #4 Guardian Devil Part 4 The Man in College Written by Jason Blankenship Edited by Aaron Martel Focus. Don’t taste the way her breath moves the room. Try not to listen to her smile as she looks at you. Stop smelling the way her heart skips a beat while she steals glances at you. She’s totally into you, Murdock. Focus, and not on her. This is bound to be on the final, and if you don’t pay attention, Foggy’ll never pass.Matt Murdock smiled a bit as he refocused his senses onto the law professor teaching at the front of the room, and away from the intoxicating girl sitting 4 rows behind him and 6 seats to his right. “C’mon, Matt, think of the ramifications legally…” Matt, his roommate Franklin “Foggy” Nelson and their fellow classmate Jennifer Walters all sat at their favorite hangout, a hot dog shop set up in the basement of a Catholic church called Hot Dogma. Jennie, as per her usual was trying to argue super-heroic law. Matt smiled, “I dunno, Jennie, people don’t come back from the dead.” “Okay, but hear me out, Matt…let’s say that I marry Captain America-“ “Didn’t he die in World War II?” Jennie sighed and cast a withering glance at Foggy over her diet soda. “Not. The. Point.” Matt chuckled; Jennie was so cute when she got like this. “Well then, let’s say you marry Captain America…By the way, I love your husband’s choice of boots. Errol Flynn would be proud.” Jennie glared at Matt, but continued, “ Anyways, let’s say that my super-heroic husband goes and gets himself killed, or at least seems to die in such a way that he’s legally declared dead…now all of his assets belong to me, but what happens if he comes back?” “From World War II?” Jennie sighed, “Foggy, try to keep up.” “So, your shield-chucking, buccaneer-booted husband seemingly dies and then comes back, and you’re worried about the legal ramifications?" Matt mused. "Jennie, you need to relax; super-heroes haven’t been around since World War II. Tell you what, you worry about putting away the guilty crooks and I’ll worry about defending the innocents.”
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Post by fan4 on Feb 26, 2007 22:25:38 GMT -5
She ran through the darkened night, screaming for help. The men pursued her, eager to have their way with the athletic college girl. She turned a corner and found herself in a dead end alley. She whirled to face her attackers, her face a mask of fear and suffering.
“Hey there darlin’, nice night, isn’t it?”
In an instant, her features shifted and she launched forward, her smile the grin of a lioness pouncing on startled zebras. She struck out, her arms and legs rocketing forward and being rewarded with the snap of sinew and bone. They were down before they knew what had hit them.
“It is a nice night,” she said with a smirk.
He stood there, his blind eyes following the form of the young woman and the way her hips swiveled when she walked. With a sigh, he turned and bounded back across the rooftop, unaware that she knew she was being watched.
Matt silently slid into his dorm room through the window, careful not to awaken his sleeping roommate. Although Foggy could sleep through almost anything, Matt wasn’t sure he wanted to chance it. He slid his shoes off and sighed, trying his best to sleep. His mind kept whirling with images of that girl. The one from his class and the one from the alley. He could hardly believe that they were both the same girl. And yet they were.
If only Pops knew how interesting college was going to be…
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Post by fan4 on Feb 26, 2007 22:28:01 GMT -5
Matt looked up as he felt her stand in front of him. She smiled and he couldn’t hear the ambient noise of the quad over the thundering of her heart. She paused, and then closed her mouth like she was trying to figure out what to say.
“What’s up?”
She sighed, “How do you always know when I’m around you?”
He smiled. “My senses have been heightened to supernatural levels and I can feel the displacement of air as you breathe.”
“Sure, Murdock…so, you wanna…go out Friday night?”
He smiled. “Sure, Jennie, I’d love to.”
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Post by fan4 on Feb 26, 2007 22:30:57 GMT -5
“Matt, are you sure that going out with Jennie is a good idea? I mean, what if your friendship suffers a horrible breakdown from this? What if you two never speak to each other again? Then who’ll be our third partner? Who’ll help me pass Trig?!”
Matt grinned as applied his cologne and grabbed his jacket.
“Relax, Foggy. One date is not going to destroy our friendship…or your Trig tutor.”
Foggy sighed, “I know, Matt. It’s just…you’ve been such a big help and such a good friend…worrying about you seems to be the only way I can pull my weight…”
Matt placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Franklin, I appreciate you worrying about me…but I can take care of myself…Besides, it’s just a date. We’ll go out for dinner, maybe a movie…who knows…”
Matt smiled. “But thanks for worrying, Foggy. It means a lot.”
Foggy smiled, and Matt grinned, “Now, if you excuse me, our study buddy is expecting me.”
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Post by fan4 on Feb 26, 2007 22:33:49 GMT -5
Matt and Jennie sat there at the Italian restaurant, enjoying each other’s company and light conversation. Matt was constantly amazed by the depths of Jennie. She was like a pool he was diving through.
“I think super-heroes were a good thing,” said Jennie.
Matt cocked an eyebrow. “A bunch of super-powered maniacs in costumes acting above the law and causing untold property damage? I can only imagine the number of people that were hurt because of vigilante justice.”
“C’mon, Matt…the city could use some real role models. Didn’t you have a role model growing up?”
Matt nodded. “My role model ended up in a puddle of blood, beaten to death for standing up for his principles and abandoned by the very system I swore to him that I’d serve.”
Jennie looked at Matt, a little shocked at his revelation. Matt had never been one for sharing details about his father, so all Jennie knew was that Matt idolized his old man.
“Matt, I’m sorry…”
“I wish you could be a hero too, Jennie…and I wish I had a role model…but most importantly, I wish I had something more than the law to throw myself into. But that’s all I have anymore…just the system…and the hope that the system works. It has to…it’s all I have left.”
Jennie placed her hand on Matt’s and he looked at her, not realizing that he was crying.
“You’ve got Foggy…and you’ve got me.”
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Post by fan4 on Feb 26, 2007 22:40:05 GMT -5
Foggy awoke to the sounds and smells of someone making breakfast in the kitchen. For an instant, he thought he might’ve been back at home, with his Mom making him French toast. He sat bolt upright and glanced over toward the kitchen, wondering what was going on.
Jennie looked up and smiled at him from the kitchen counter. She was clad only in a pair of black panties and one of Matt’s button-up shirts.
“Want some breakfast, Foggy? I thought I’d surprise Matt, and well, I made too much.”
Foggy stared blankly for a few moments before sputtering to a response, “No, it’s cool…I need to get to class anyways.”
Foggy got dressed and out of the dorm in near record time.
Jennie paused and raised an eyebrow quizzically. “Maybe I should’ve made scrambled eggs…” She shrugged and grabbed the two plates of French toast and headed into Matt’s bedroom.
He lay there, sleeping softly, his well muscled form belying the bookishness of his chosen career path. She set the food down on the nightstand and sat on the bed next to him and smiled. “You’ll always be my superhero, Matt.”
He smiled. “After last night, I half expected you to try to make a constellation for me.”
She gasped in mock shock and thumped him with a pillow. He grinned and thawpped her back with his pillow.
“You know, for someone as shy and quiet as you are, you’re a beast in the sack. I mean, seriously…” Matt teased.
She hit Matt again with the pillow. “Fine, be that way, Murdock, I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”
He grabbed Jennie and drew her close to him, “Who said I was complaining now?”
As the two of them kissed, Matt Murdock realized that here, with Jennifer Walters in his arms, this strange woman who captivated him with her sense of heroics and how they could change the world, yet dedicated wholly to the law, that he had found something that he didn’t even realize he had been looking for.
Matt Murdock had finally found peace.
To be continued
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