|Jesus cured the blind...
||[20 Dec 2005|01:06pm]
The scent of fresh rain clouds. What a relief. Soon enough, everything would feel picture perfect. More like, it would SOUND picture perfect. Daredevil had perched himself on the top of the old church. The one his mother frequented, the one his lover died in, the one he had so many times tried to hate.
But never truly succeeded.
Beneath him, a violent scene was about to take place. A woman was steadily walking down the rugged street, armed with nothing but two shopping bags and her purse. She was outnumbered by far. Apparently, she noticed the two men scuddling toward her because her pace quickened and eventually turned into a run.
The quick patter of heels. The thudding of mud caked boots driving after. The aroma of expensive fragrences from the cosmetics department. The grungy down in the dirt smell of not washing for two weeks. It was an all too familiar playout.
Without another second's notice, Daredevil flipped down, swinging around a flagpole to catch his fall. He landed with no more than a feather's drop of a sound. The men were onto her now, aiming to kill. Before they even had a chance to grab their weapons, Daredevil had pounced into the scene.
The first criminal's arm was lodged behind his back, making a distinct cracking sound. The second gasped, jumping back from the woman. Daredevil whipped his staff into two connected pieces, thrashing it out at the man and knocking him in the back of the neck, sending him unconcious to the ground.
The woman's tear stained eyes widened slightly. "You... saved me."
Daredevil's blind eyes closed, as his head tilted up toward the murky sky. "I'm just doing what's right Miss."
Without another word, he leaped up, grabbing onto a window sill, flipping up through a series of buildings and eventually leaving the scene.
|Just a friendly visit...
||[17 Dec 2005|08:35pm]
"Would you like something to drink, Mr. Brock?" an aging feminine voice called out from the kitchen.
"No thanks, Mrs. Parker, I don't want to be a bother. I think I'll just wait for Peter to get home- when will he be home by the way?" Eddie Brock sat comfortably on the Parker sofa, lounging back..a smirk on his face. A black hoodie and a pair of blue jeans covered his muscular form.....or so it would appear that they were clothes. His other had led him here, his other had told him all he needed to know. Soon revenge would come- no...not revenge....vengeance.
"Oh, dear me, mr. Brock...he shouldn't be too much longer. I don't see why you can't just come back later though.'
"I am sorry to say Mrs. Parker, but this is too important to wait til tomorrow or later. I really MUST talk to Peter about some photos of his...oh, I'm sorry...I'm not supposed to talk about it." Eddie said slyly, his other snickering in the back of his mind. We'll kill him, Eddie....we'll kill the one who made us suffer. He calmed his other and looked gently at the old woman who had walked into the room. "you know how it is, Mrs. Parker, in the news industry...loose lips sink ships."
"I guess I can understand, Mr. Brock....I really don't know what's taking Peter though. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"Not at all, ma'am." he sat forward quickly. "I'm the one being a bother to you." Anything to keep the old bat from kicking him out before Parker got home. So many uses this bat could be of; but Spiderman was the one who deserved his wrath...not this old girl.
||[17 Dec 2005|12:13am]
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