#violetmuses

Invisible. You were nothing short of invisible. It’s better this way, especially when hiding between sidewalks as the world nearly sprinted in all directions. Thousands of folks helped you blend without ever recognizing such an unknown secret. 

You’re not supposed to be here. You’re not supposed to be alive, let alone traveling between locations like this. Every suitcase. Every plane ticket. Every hotel led closer and closer to the dingy yet vital apartment that you found this evening. 

No one smoked on the fire escape. Sneaking inside, you passed the rear and your enemy didn’t wait in the living room, most likely restless in bed for the millionth time this week. This man doesn't sleep much, if at all, quietly haunted by the ledger of his own crimson past. Unlike others, you don’t care, still lurking forward. 

From the bedroom door, the plan is simple: Eliminate your target at night. No emergency lights. No games. Leave without trails and never look back, taking out one of the most dangerous criminals on earth. Redemption won’t “save” the beast.

Pointerdexter. Orphaned, trained by Quantico and marching around Wilson Fisk. This man stood like an absolute recipe for disaster while mayhem hit your desk. You’re not good or bad either, yet standing in the middle without joining authorities. Even civilian justice won’t be enough to describe your plans. 

But the door opened before you could turn back, caught by another silhouette as his lean yet muscular frame revealed scars in the dark. The barrel of his own pistol forward, ready. 

“Who are you?” His accent, not strong enough for the boroughs you’ve known so well, pulled venom. 

“Your worst nightmare. Put the gun down and let me handle business.” Defending yourself, there’s no other choice. 

“Seem pretty confident without your own weapon.” Dex chuckled, almost circling you like sharks around blood. “You’re not better than me.” 

“I am.” You continued. The debate won’t stop. “You’ve killed innocent people.” 

“Look around. No one is innocent anymore.” Dex went on, almost baiting. 

No surrender? Fair enough. Just when you prepared to battle him up close, another gunshots crossed the sky and shattered windows, buckling your stance moments later as you dropped against the wooden floor. 

Shit! 

Chaos erupted on the street, but arrogance nearly splintered when Dex looked ahead . One of the bullets hit your leg and spilled blood. Balance split down the middle again. Could Dex save you, leave this apartment behind or save himself at all?  With each passing moment here, who knows what else could happen next?

Sirens wailed out loud moments later, only worsening his thoughts. Could law enforcement turn up the blame and land Dex behind bars again? His nerves moved higher and higher as you bled out, still gritting through horribly warm pain. 

You could die without help. You could die without him, especially when left untreated. As bedlam stirred over the damaged window, Dex pulled himself together and hoisted you out, almost running between shadows to head outside. 

Your body, limp from exhaustion between flashing lights and broken glass, almost huddled against Dex’s chest as his voice called out, looking for anyone to help. Though you’ve tried to destroy him, your life stood in the balance. No matter what burned some time ago, Dex still knew that people deserved another chance. 

Upon realization, the medics scrambled and hoisted this gurney without fail, slamming both doors and wailing down the streets, counting every second.