Log: Terry Ellsworth and Matt Murdock Who; Terry and Matt Murdock (oh, yeah. you read that right.) When; May 31st, morning Where; Terry's room What; Matt Murdock is dead. And as a dead person, the only one he can talk to around here is Terry. Which means that he's trying to make Terry do things for him to protect Jack, like telling Jack about Richard. The thing is? Terry fucking hates Matt, and Matt fucking hates Terry. Fun times. WARNING; Terry is extremely foul-mouthed and throws homophobic language around like it's nothing.
Matt's not happy. It turns out there's no Heaven and there's no Hell. Matt's trapped somewhere in between. He doesn't know what it is, but it definitely wasn't what he signed up for as a Catholic. He knows he can't rest. He knows it's like being alive, only he has no body, and no one hears or sees him.
Except Terry Ellsworth.
Terry sees a body sometimes but Matt doesn't have one. He just is. No bad shoulder, no blindness, though without eyes he still really doesn't see. Without ears he doesn't hear. Without----you get the idea. It's a complicated existential kind of thing, just being a soul, just being energy from another world, just being... there. Being dead. Matt knows he's dead. He knows he was murdered, and he knows who murdered him. And he knows that since establishing a connection with this necromancer from Hell's Kitchen he's been trying to get Terry to tell Jack everything.
The thing is? Terry Ellsworth is an annoying little shit.
Terry hates Matt Murdock.
To be fair, he hates most of the ghosts that decide to stick to him and get him to do their unfinished work. He doesn't owe them anything, what the hell doe he care? But Matt Murdock's obnoxious and wouldn't shut up and Terry eventually cracked and talked to Jack, even if it meant Jack roughing him up a bit.
"The fuck are you still bitching about?" It sounds, to anyone else, like Terry is arguing with himself. "I told him. My bit's done, so shove off."
Matt talks, but he doesn't really have a voice. So of course no one can hear him. He doesn't have a larynx. He doesn't have a body, so ... there you go. He's just a soul, and souls aren't much when you come right down to it. "You did a shit job telling him. You enjoy dicking around with my son, kid?"
"Uh. Yeah." Obviously. That's what Terry does. "He knows. Ain't my fault if he doesn't believe it, you hear me? If he wants to go off and cry about it and fuck that creepy boyfriend of his to make himself feel better, that's not my problem."
Matt's not pleased, and there's a sharp shove against Terry's shoulder. "Don't talk about him like that." It's a threat. Matt can't really hurt Terry, but it's a threat. ---And, oddly enough? He's talking about Phil. Whether he objects to Phil being called Jack's boyfriend or whether he objects to Phil being rudely called "creepy" is unknown.
Terry stumbles, just barely. He thinks it's about Jack. "So your son's a faggot. Big fucking deal. Don't shove me around because Jack likes sucking cock, you fucking hypocrite."
Big fucking deal. Right. There's nothing Matt can do about it while he's dead. And honestly ... Matt kind of wishes he'd been nicer about it while Jack was alive. There were so many more important things to think about. And now Jack's with someone he cares about, someone who's taking good care of him, instead of those other assholes Jack was with before. He didn't approve of any of that. And now? Well... Christ. He wouldn't say he approves of Phil, but he doesn't disapprove.
"Don't talk to me with that mouth." Just like a father. Smacks Terry on the back of the head. "Leave Jackie and his boy alone. Don't you dare talk about them that way."
Matt can't really touch him, but that's getting really fucking annoying.
"What are you gonna do about it, Murdock? You can't touch me, bitch. You need me, not the other way around. If I want to say your son and the creepy doctor are ass-fucking queers, I can. Suck it up."
Bastard. It's so frustrating being dead and having to put up with this little shit. "He's an EMT," Matt corrects without thinking.
See. He's been paying attention. He watches over Jack because he can't move on. He's stuck. And contacting Jack directly would be a hell of a lot better. And, shockingly, Matt would have more tact than Terry.
Terry rolls his eyes. "And Peter Parker was a chemistry teacher, but you weren't worried about specifics when he had your cock in his mouth, were you?" He does it on purpose. He says things specifically to get under Matt's skin, whether or not they were true. Knowing Terry, the chances of him lying are pretty high. "Lay off, will you. EMT, doctor, whatever."
If Matt had eyes, he'd be rolling them irritably about now. "You're going to go to Jack and you're going to tell him what I tell you to tell him. I'm not going to let you just chat anymore. You've fucked him up. Way to tell him about Richard fucking Fisk." That was the worst way to tell him. Matt had wanted Terry to tell him, but not like that.
"You're lucky I'm talking to him for you at all. The way I do it is the way I do it; if you want something special, find a medium who gives a shit. --And if I wanted to fuck him up, I've got more than Richard fucking Fisk. Remember that." If Matt wants to throw around threats, so can Terry.
"I'm not going to leave you alone if you keep fucking it up like this. You're lucky I'm not bothering you and telling you to kill Fisk. Because that's what I want. I want the little shit dead."
"I am not messing around with Fisk. You know what that guy's done! I have no desire to be burned alive before he beats me with a stick and stabs me in the throat with a paper clip, thanks." Terry makes a face. "Your son probably doesn't have the balls to do it, either. Good luck with that one."
"My son is a good kid," Matt snaps. "Don't know how it happened, but he's a good kid. I want him safe, which means he needs to know about Fisk. I don't want Jackie to kill anyone."
"Your son is a spineless faggot. If he doesn't man up and get revenge, I'm sure not going to. Not my problem."
"What did I fucking say! Don't you ever talk about my son like that!" The lights in the room flicker.
"Jack Murdock is a cocksucking faggot," Terry snaps, just for spite. "Just like his fucking father."
The lights flicker again and then the bulbs burst, shattering glass everywhere. A picture frame goes flying off the wall. Anything small on a shelf goes clattering to the floor. And Matt's gone.