(A/N): Did I say that I actually had an idea for this chapter? Well, I lied apparently. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Daredevil.

Matt slammed the man on the brick wall. "Where is the trafficker. Where is Lukas," he growled deeply.

"I-I don't know man, I swear!" he stuttered, holding out his hands in surrender. "Look, you got the wrong person, I've never heard of this Lukas guy."

Matt dug his fingers deeper into the man's jacket, pushing him harder against the wall. "It wasn't a question. People have told me about you, Graham. You're a junkie working small jobs for Lukas to get cash." Matt brought him off the wall for a second before slamming him on the brick again. "You're just a lowlife trying to get a buck from selling kids. You sell kids because you have an inferiority problem, and you wanna make yourself seem more powerful by preying on the weak, is that it?"

"W-what? I-"

Matt turned him around and grabbed Graham's arm, twisting it while pinning his head to the wall. "You may try to feel taller and stronger, but I can easily snap you in half," Daredevil whispered in his ear, twisting Graham's arm harder.

"Please! Jesus Christ!" he yelled, gasping in the brick.

"He can't save you now," Daredevil growled, throwing Graham on the ground before bringing up his fist, ready to strike.

…

Matt sprinted to the building. It wasn't hard to miss. Smoke filled the air surrounding it and screams hurled through the streets. A blast of heat overcame Matt as he ran around the corner to face the building. Graham had given him the right address, but he was too late. It was on fire.

The ring was gone.

Sirens were approaching, and, thinking he was too late, Matt almost turned back before hearing a small scream coming from the building. The boy's heartbeat raced in fear.

There's still someone inside.

And with only his hoodie and mask, Matt raced into the flames.

Kicking down the back door, Matt pulled his mask down to cover his nose and mouth. Only smoke filled the hallway as he made his way up the stairs. The cries began to become louder and louder. As he arrived at the second level, Matt was greeted by a hall of growing flames and throbbing heat. The boy was on the other side.

Matt hesitated for a moment. Letting go of his mask, he zipped his hoodie all the way up. Coughing into his sleeve, Matt counted down to three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Sprinting through the fire, he ignored the stings of flames licking past him and burning through his jacket. Bursting through the door, Matt heard a scream from the boy who was curled in the corner with a blanket wrapped around him. Making no time for pleasantries, Matt grabbed him. He ran past the door and through the closest exit. With no hands to hold up his mask, Matt smothered his nose and mouth onto the boy's blanket, hacking violently through the smoke. Running down the stairs, Matt's brain swayed and danced, unaware of the nail sticking out of a stair.

Running off the step, the front of his foot scraped along the crooked nail. A searing pain rushed through his leg and Matt stumbled down the stairs, turning his body before his back slammed into a wooden beam. The withering beam cracked and the ceiling began to cave down. Limping forward and out of breath, Matt gasped in the smoke as he dodged falling debris and fire. Hunched over to protect the boy, Matt's back burned from the flames engulfing him as the ceiling fell. His adrenaline pumping, Matt ran the remaining few feet before bursting from the building.

Matt stumbled out a few more steps before collapsing on his knees, the boy still in his arms. Setting down the boy, Matt fell to the ground, unaware of the dozen bystanders videotaping the whole thing. He laid sprawled on the ground as the building caved in.

Matt's head rang from exhaustion, the chatter of the surrounding people dampened from his ears. Sirens approached the fire, shocking Matt awake. He heard the small patter of feet as the boy ran into the crowd and away from the building. Matt began to stand, his legs shaking as he fumbled his smoke covered mask on his face before limping away from the scene.

…

"You good Matt?" Karen asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, why?" Matt replied hoarsely, taking another sip of his water.

"I think you're losing your voice."

"I'm getting old."

Karen smiled. Matt didn't realize how much he really needed that smile.

"Anyways, I was gonna ask you…" Karen picked up a newspaper lying on the counter. "Did you know there was a fire in West End last night?"

Matt took another sip.

"Apparently it was the new HQ of the ring Daredevil tried to take down a month or two ago."

"Really?" Matt said, attempting to feign curiosity.

"Yeah…" She scanned the news again. "There was one fatality. A little girl."

Matt choked on the water, spitting out water onto the floor. "Sorry," he choked out. "Went down the wrong pipe." He coughed loudly, willing the water out of his lungs. "A little girl?" he finally says.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "Firefighter's weren't able to reach her in time."

Matt nodded numbly, taking another sip of water.

…

Finally arriving home, Matt took off his jacket and tie, turned on the radio on the kitchen counter.

"-and there was a possible sighting of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen." Matt cocked his head.

"Authorities report that the vigilante hasn't been seen in Hell's Kitchen for almost two months, and many assumed he was dead. However, police in the West End have been receiving an increased amount of beaten criminals. Authorities will not say whether they suspect it to be the vigilante's work.

"The alleged Devil of Hell's Kitchen was seen carrying out a fourteen-year-old boy from the fire. Due to confidential and safety measures, his name will not be disclosed. Authorities believe that the boy was left behind in the fire because his age didn't match the clientele standards. Once the vigilante and the boy exited the fire, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen collapsed on the ground before running through an alley. The boy is in the hospital and is expected to make a full recovery.

"The fatality, Amanda Schuler, has been missing from the foster care system since she was seven years old. She was found on the fifth floor of the building when firefighters arrived, but attempts to revive her were unsuccessful. Some bystanders claim that the vigilante is at fault, saying that while he was in the building the roof collapsed, possibly at the fault of the vigilante's attempt to intervene. However, many others-"

Matt slammed his fist on the radio. Calmingly grabbing a bottle from the fridge, he shuffled to the couch. He took large gulps of the beer at a time.

I didn't hear them. Again. I killed that girl.

He took thirsty gulps, willing his dry throat to be quenched. Before he knew it, the bottle was empty.

Matt slammed it on the wall, the crash echoing through the empty room.

I killed her.

Lord, when did this go so wrong.

(A/N): This didn't go as expected. Hope you enjoyed.