A Man Who Was Daredevil by Roe Radiant

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SUMMARY: Summary: A Flash Fiction story with the theme: “Two side of every story”. Inspired from Korean Movie “A Man Who Was Superman”.

When he woke up there was no familiarity of comforting darkness, and it frightened him. He rattled the bedpost, but there was no feedback vibration from his hearing senses, instead his eyes only saw blurry walls with some strange decoration and a woman hovering several meters behind him. What had they have done to him?
His fragmented memories came back bit by bit, and he tried to piece them together. He remembered the sensation of being somewhere high, above the roar of the streets, training his body and senses. Jumping and prowling the rooftops and alleyways at night, watching from the darkness, forever in darkness. A guardian devil. So what the hell he was doing here?
He got up from bed, wobbling clumsily as he tried to walk. The woman looked at him with a bewildered expression.
"Matthew, are you alright?" She brushed her cigarettes on the ashtray and began tidying her hair.
His name came to him, Matt Murdock But where was her, the wild and lovely Elektra. The woman in front of him wasn't her. Other memories flashed out before him, Elektra fighting Bullseye, and he was pounding Kingpin under the rain.
Kingpin. He remembered now. Kingpin had managed to escape from his imprisonment and seeking him out for revenge. Kingpin didn't kill him; instead by some hideous means he restored his sight back, and somehow his other four super senses begin to deteriorate to its previous state. Without his super senses, he was Daredevil no more.
But the priest was right, violence just begets more violence. And Kingpin would pay his due because he would hunt him down. First, he needs to extract information from this woman.
"Where is Kingpin?"
"Honey, what are you talking about." The woman said. "Oh, god, not again," she moaned and massaged her head. Then she brought a gun out of her coat.
"You know bullets can't touch me." Matt bluffed. He might not be able to avoid shower of bullets, but he certainly could manage one before his four senses deteriorating further.
"Right," the woman scoffed and pointed the gun at him.
He heard the trigger moved before it's clicked, and he snatched the woman's hand, brought it to the bed. The explosion was deafening and from the corner of his eyes he saw the bed caught a fire.
The woman screamed, louder than the gun's explosion. The ringing assaulted Matt's ears. He closed his ears, grabbed his stick, and scrambled out of the room.
Soon the temperature dropped two to three degrees, and from the sky-high above rains poured down. He could still smell the moisture in the air, but the rain wasn't as beautiful as before. He couldn't hear the sound of each raindrop made the first time it fell on a surface, or felt the intricate rain's beauty of orderly yet chaotic patterns. For him, it was a heap of pouring mass fallen from the skies.
Matt stopped in his track, two men blocked his way. He smiled in anticipation as he recognized the glinting shiny metal in the hand of the left man. Bullseye, although he looked a little bit older.
"You must be Kingpin then," he addressed the man in the right.