"Matt… always remember. Use your head not your fist" Matt looks at his bloody hands and his father's body, multiple stab wounds covering his chest. "No dad… DAD PLEASE I NEED YOU!" His voice cracks and tears flooding his face. He listens to his heartbeat getting slower and eventually stopping. "HEY DAD" Matt washes his tears away and slaps his face repeatedly "Wake up. PLEASE." He gives up crumbling down in tears and screaming in agony.
"Karen, Karen, Karen" Matthew's phone says as he's gasping for air. He picks up his phone and answers the call.
"Hey, Matt" Karens calm voice says.
"Hey Karen, a bit early for a call isn't it" Matt mumbles out.
"What do you mean early?" her voice spikes "It's already 10 a.m., I thought you were already at the firm!"
He realizes the sun in his face and the sound of many cars and people "Oh ahm" he stumbles out as he hops out of his bead and quickly putting his clothes on "Yeah sorry about that. I'll be there in 20"
"Make it 10" Karen replied, before she hung up, sounding both amused and a little annoyed.
Matt throws his phone on his bed and quickly grabs himself some bread and ham to put together his breakfast. While still having food in his mouth, he grabs his billy dub and stumbles out of his house. On his way to the firm, he can hear the city, a woman calling her son, a grown man, about 30 years old, laughing hysterically, as he watches SpongeBob SquarePants and Karen, as she arrives at the firm. Furthermore, feeling the dark, gloomy atmosphere but also all the life and tradition in Hell's Kitchen. He smells all the food, perfumes, deodorants, sweat and tears, but he recognises a smell. A smell he's smelled before. "This smell… where do I know it from?" Matt asks himself and then it clicks. He raises his head "THE FATHER". He quickly tracks the smell down. "Just 2 Blocks to my left". As the crowd of people grow, he sneaks past them into a dark alley, quickly transforming his billy dub into two sticks and climbing onto the roof of the building next to him. He reaches into his pockets to grab a mask he made himself in the early stages of his superhero life. Just a black mask made of wool. Matt runs into the direction of the father and listens to him closely.
"I really need to talk to him. It's important." The father says to an unknown person on a burner phone with Matt on the roofs, eavesdropping him. "He will call you in one minute. Get yourself somewhere safe." an unknown voice says to the father before hanging up. The Father turns into a dark alley.
Matt stayed crouched in the corner, sensing his heartbeat steadily going faster, reaching 130 bps.
Then, the father stopped and pulled out his phone. Matt focused, listening intently.
"Yeah, it's me," the father whispered, his voice trembling. "I'm here... Yeah, I know last night wasn't a good sign, but..."
A new voice cut through the static, deep and cold. "Stick to the plan. Remember what's at stake."
The father nodded, even though the person on the other end couldn't see him. "I understand. But... what if he finds out?"
"He won't," the voice replied. "And if he does, it'll be too late for him to stop it."
Matt feels a chill run down his spine. What are they planning? And who was this mysterious voice? He had to find out. Slowly, he rose, ready to follow the father further.
"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy" Matt quickly crouches again and turns off his phone, hoping that he didn't hear anything. Matt hears footsteps going towards the father. Four men, one of them ten times stronger than all the other man. As the man arrived at the alley, the presence of the strong one grows stronger, causing Matts heartbeat to rise.
"Who is this? His presence is stronger than anything I've seen before" Matt thinks to himself, as the presence goes further into the alley. "Mr. Lincoln. What are you doing he…" before the father could finish his sentence, Matt heard a gunshot, directed to the father, piercing his brain and splattering it all over the alley. Matt gasps as he tried to stand up, but he's… scared, he can't move. "COME ON MATT, MURDOCKS NEVER STAY DOWN!" He tries with all his might, but to no avail "It's Tombstone for you" The man with the presence whispers very quietly before he leaves. As Tombstone left, Matthew quickly jumps of the roof to help the wounded father. He notices a small pulse. "Hey" Matt slaps him repeatedly "Hey you need to stay awake alright? Can you do that for me?" Matt puts pressure on the mans shot wound. The father screams in agony but stopping after a few seconds and so does his pulse. "No, you can't… NO WAKE UP" Matthew tries cpr and mouth to mouth for minutes on end, but nothing changed. He looks at his bloody hands.
"Matt… always remember. Use your head, not your fist" Matthew looks at the body and seeing his father again. "Go… save the city! Make me proud son!"
"I will dad, I will" Matt says as his fear turns into pure anger towards Tombstone.
"I WILL KILL YOU TOMBSTONE" Matt says with his face filling with blood