[ Protect my city. That was the last thing Matt Murdock had whispered to him before they left him in that place of ruin to die. Try as he might, he couldn't erase the guilt that he felt. He knew it was much the same for Luke and Jessica. Time didn't seem to ease what he felt.
The first night, instead of giving in to meditation or grief, he'd taken to the streets. Most of the city seemed to know that it had lost something, but couldn't place exactly what. Any petty criminal foolish enough to be out and cross paths with Danny regretted the decision quickly. His temper got the better of him. Reckless and hot-headed as he usually is, it was amplified in his grief. Waking into the second day brought an acute awareness of loss to his senses, muddled and slowed his reflexes, and Colleen finally managed to coax him into a meditation session.
A brief amount of peace found him in the beginning of it. He tried to focus on the source of the turmoil in his mind. The pain of it, and to let it go. Something refused to budge, like a wall he couldn't push past. He felt cold like the bite of the weather outside of the apartment though he knew it was warm enough where he sat. The muffled sound of boats, and water. He could smell ash and taste blood.
He tried to dismiss the feelings. To push them out of his present focus, but they grew even stronger. It was a gasp in pain that suddenly had him jolting out of his meditation, and stumbling to his feet. He heard stories about the joining of consciousness, but he'd never actually done it before. If this was what he thought it was then---
Danny ran for the door, grabbing a jacket and his shoes as Colleen called after him, and pulled the articles of clothing on as he went for the stairs. He couldn't wait to explain the situation. If he was right then Matt was already in dire straits, wounded and exposed. Defenseless. He headed out past Midland. Past the city blocks surrounding it that were sealed off while cleanup took place.
He didn't know precisely where he was going, just followed the feeling like a beacon. He stopped when the sound of gravel and glass crunched underfoot. Heart hammering in his chest, he swallowed down his panic and doubt so he could reach out to that same feeling once more. Everything was frustratingly muddled! Focus.
(for fightlikehell. ) a stone on the path means the teas not ready.
The first night, instead of giving in to meditation or grief, he'd taken to the streets. Most of the city seemed to know that it had lost something, but couldn't place exactly what. Any petty criminal foolish enough to be out and cross paths with Danny regretted the decision quickly. His temper got the better of him. Reckless and hot-headed as he usually is, it was amplified in his grief. Waking into the second day brought an acute awareness of loss to his senses, muddled and slowed his reflexes, and Colleen finally managed to coax him into a meditation session.
A brief amount of peace found him in the beginning of it. He tried to focus on the source of the turmoil in his mind. The pain of it, and to let it go. Something refused to budge, like a wall he couldn't push past. He felt cold like the bite of the weather outside of the apartment though he knew it was warm enough where he sat. The muffled sound of boats, and water. He could smell ash and taste blood.
He tried to dismiss the feelings. To push them out of his present focus, but they grew even stronger. It was a gasp in pain that suddenly had him jolting out of his meditation, and stumbling to his feet. He heard stories about the joining of consciousness, but he'd never actually done it before. If this was what he thought it was then---
Danny ran for the door, grabbing a jacket and his shoes as Colleen called after him, and pulled the articles of clothing on as he went for the stairs. He couldn't wait to explain the situation. If he was right then Matt was already in dire straits, wounded and exposed. Defenseless. He headed out past Midland. Past the city blocks surrounding it that were sealed off while cleanup took place.
He didn't know precisely where he was going, just followed the feeling like a beacon. He stopped when the sound of gravel and glass crunched underfoot. Heart hammering in his chest, he swallowed down his panic and doubt so he could reach out to that same feeling once more. Everything was frustratingly muddled! Focus.
He whispered but didn't expect a response. ]
Matt, where are you?