#banshee's devil

Murdock woke up from his sound sleep to a familiar and uncomfortable feeling. He knew that people had slowly started to switch back. He’d hoped to be the last, or better to be forgotten and to stay.

Matt has been listening to the sounds of the other inmates moving around him. He hadn’t been acting exactly right, though he’d done his best. Some were restless, but none of them would move against him yet. He was glad for the pain that told him wouldn’t be around to see what they tried to do about him.

No. No no no. Not now. Not yet.

Thank God. I need to go home.

His first thought was to leave the bed, but he knew the power that was pulling him now and he knew there was no fighting it. He knew this would all end, no matter how much he wanted to stay. He doubled over in pain for a moment and through is blurring senses, he found Elektra sleeping beside him.

Matt laid in his cot on his side and waited for the pain to increase before it passed. He could take the pain. He could take it a thousand times if it meant going home to her.

Murdock started to call out to her, but his words were choked down. He grabbed the sheets simply to have something to hold onto as pain went through him. He had a moment, and only a moment more. He had a lot of things to say that he wasted time being unable to say and now he was out of time and his last seconds beside her were going too quickly. 

Matt’s senses blurred and the prison around him started to disappear. This world wasn’t his and there was nothing for him here. No Elektra, no Foggy, no Maggie, no Karen. He’d searched for someone to help him, but they were either dead or a total stranger.

Murdock reached up and found Elektra’s neck. He pulled her close and kissed her like he wanted to do the moment he’d accepted she was real. He held it for as long as he dared before he broke away, wanting to speak before he was gone. “Thank you,” he whispered to her. It wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it was what he could say. His hand slipped off of her as his world blurred into total static.

Murdock’s world slowly came back into focus. He was in his cell again, the small walls holding him. He fought to keep any memory that threatened to slip through his grasp. He reached out blindly for a pen and paper. He ended up knocking them to the floor before he could finally grab them and start to try and write things down. 

“Mr. Murdock?” 

“I’m fine. I simply have a few new ideas I don’t want to forget,” he lied.

Matt was shivering now that he suddenly didn’t have a jumpsuit. His world was in too much of a haze to try and find anything to help him warm up. It didn’t matter as much as finding her.

“E- E- Elektra?” Matt managed to whisper.