InsaneJournal

Who: Matt Murdock & OTA
What: Sometimes you wake up in Goodland and you can't read floating Entity Greetings and you need an assist
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Not too far from the Villas
Warnings: ...just go watch Daredevil



It almost felt too good. Matt couldn't quite make himself relax. So many lives lost. While he knew he had done the right thing in not taking a life, plenty had been killed for him and because of him. Karen and Foggy had done their best to convince him that things were alright. Fisk was back behind bars, Matt's greatest secret was safe, and somehow despite everything, so were Foggy and Karen both.

That didn't keep his heart from racing or his stomach from churning.

It might be a bit before he was able to relax again.

He could tell the moment something changed, but he couldn't quite grasp what it was. Things felt different. It still sounded like the city he knew and loved. Traffic, constant chatter, the ringing of nearby cash registers, someone yelling at a man for cheating on them. But the air weighed differently. The smells weren't the same. It was like he had walked through a door, only he knew he hadn't.

Matt froze, trying to adjust to his surroundings. He wasn't that far from his friends, if he tuned in, he should still be able to hear Foggy laughing or Karen's giggle. But he heard neither. He didn't hear the elderly man in the Bodega on the corner scolding his son for whatever stupid choice he'd made that day.

The panic didn't set in immediately. All of his senses were still working as normal. Or as normally as his ever did. It didn't feel like a medical emergency. Just not...right. It was disconcerting and he made his way to the nearest bench, probably quicker than he should have, in an effort to sit and think this through.