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"If you don't have enemies, you don't have character"
- Paul Newman
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I'm not feeling tired. I think to myself as I collect certain things that I will study now. I slept little. I ran. And I still feel refreshed.
None of the cards I'm assimilating have super-human physical characteristics. But I remember reading somewhere that Batman, had trained himself to only need 3hrs of sleep, and be like he got 8hrs. Alfred also thought the training was so inhumane, that anyone else would have died or gone insane.
And here I am. Reaping all the benefits, without any of the suffering or effort.
Aah~... Feels good to cheat.
But I don't have time to just sit around and wait for the powers to come to me. For all I know, this world could be Marvel zombies, and it could happen tomorrow.
That's why I've already planned my training routine, in order to assimilate Miles as quickly as possible. I want to have assimilated them all by the next monthly Draw.
Stopping to think. I think it was good to start with the weakest ones. And even not having won anyone Overpowered at first. How long would it take for me to assimilate Darkseid or a Celestial? Heck... even Superman should last for months of assimilation.
From a weak normal guy to Superman, it can't be that simple. It almost makes me have thoughts of just summoning the very OP characters. I would have them instantly. Serving me...
But I get that thought out of my mind in the next second.
Personal power is the best type of power.
When I'm going to assimilate characters like Thor, I need to be at at least a similar power level. To take days, I can't spend months with the Slot full.
Hmm~... I wonder if the number of slots will increase in the future... Porabably yes... I hope from a yes.
Sipping my coffee, I open a Laptop. My father Laptop.
I need clues, I'll look for everything he's done lately. If he was messing with suspicious people, I'll know. He kept everything on this laptop.
I'll turn the house upside down using D4C later. When I don't have a visitor.
But for now I can start by looking at the most obvious places.
And although I'm excited to learn magic from the books I got. I know that I am not a Gamer, that the books will disappear in my hand and I will gain the knowledge and how to use it in an instant.
It will take time and discipline. That's why I'll read the books when I can fully dedicate myself to them. I don't even know if I can use magic, or if I have talent.. I know Loki's card will help me.. But since I can't assimilate him now...
Argh... So Much to do. And there's only one of me. And summoning someone else would cause me to have more things to do instead of helping me with my problems right now.
Tch. Going back to the laptop, my father's password I already knew. He was never the type to hide anything. So, deep down, I'm already half aware, that I won't find anything suspicious in it.
Can be my biased thinking... but I don't think they are involved with something shady. I think they're victim. And they're surprised as me, for whats happened, when it happened...
Half an hour later... nothing.
There are things related to family and friends, photos, trips that have started to be planned. Work stuff... Patient files (which I'll look more closely at later, looking up everything about them), texts and written surveys. Emails... work. His life is us and his patients.
I'm a little relieved that I didn't find out that my father was... I don't know... associated with Hydra, and was experimenting on mutants. Or something like that.
Perhaps the death of the two is simply the result of someone's greed. Or perhaps even simpler... an accident.
No... I know it's not. Someone is responsible. And I won't let my guard down until I find out.
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I'm making lunch, having looked through more papers and documents in my parents' room. And once again I didn't find anything that led anywhere.
I did half an hour of shadow boxing to expend all that energy I have now. And I noticed that my movements became more fluid over time. As if I've remembered how to fight, after staying rusted for a long time...
I know it was because I lacked muscle memory... at the end of my short shadow boxing session, my movements in the mirror were incredibly fast and accurate, which even surprised myself. Batman's percentage went up by one more. Now I'm thinking about joining some dojos... But time is very precious to me right now.
I will look for tutorials on the internet.
Speaking of internet, in addition to looking for my parents things, I went to research the state of the world on my computer. Funny that despite being 2004, my pc is a good a some of 2010-12. Thank you genius of this world.
And these geniuses were my main research focus. I can't look up very specific and secret names with my meta-knowledge. But I can research scientists, people famous enough that it wouldn't be strange for a young geek like me to be interested. (I also did some stupid research between one and the other. As entertainment: manga, anime, porn...)
Everything to mislead. I cannot be careless. Maybe they have a program on the internet that alerts them if someone writes certain names.
First and at least, many things in entertainment are the same. Famous titles like Harry Potter, Indiana Jones, Star wars also exist here. Older manga like Hajjime no Ippo, Yu Yu Hakusho, Evangelion too.
But Naruto, One Piece, Bleach and movie franchises from the mid-90's that I knew in my old world don't exist here.
Now the most important. Iron Man, Fantastic Four, Spider-man and Hulk are already common knowledge. In the MCU these things would start in 2008. I'm not in easy mode then.
Mutants are a thing too. Magneto is pretty famous international terrorist, but no mention of the X-men. But I Search about Henry McCoy and Charles Xavier, and they are well respected in the scientific community. But Dr. McCoy rarely appears.
I think someone is already blue.
As a side note, there's a Mutant ghetto here in New York. I think with a thousand inhabitants, very shitty place, but can be useful in the future.
Bayville High School exists as well, with a certain institute for youngster gifters nearby. I believe the X-men must be in my age group, which could mean X-men: Evolution. But it's best not to rely on meta knowledge other than knowing that characters exist and their powers. I have no idea that they will be good or evil. I'll just use it as a reference, for all I know this is the Ultimate Universe and Wanda/Pietro is a Alabama thing.
Ah. I sigh at the thought that there are people with unstable sanity out there with powers to wipe out this planet. And Wanda is just one of many.
I need to win a spaceship in Gacha.
And having the option to just yeet myself from this planet.
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"Something smells good." Dr. Christine Palmer says, walking into the kitchen, looking a lot more relaxed. Wearing my mother's shirt and pants, which I'd left for her in case she wanted to.
I noticed her approaching right before she announced her presence... I faintly notice to myself.
"You look a lot better, and that outfit fits you perfectly…" I say.
"Oh. These are really comfortable, I will give it back later." She says smoothing the clothes over herself.
"You can keep if you want… I was planning on donating most of my parents' stuff. Superfluous stuff in the case... Nothing with sentimental value. Clothes, shoes, and maybe auction some watches and jewelry online. And give the money to charity..."
She stops and looks at me impressed.
"What? I... I don't know that will be disrepectfull or not... but I think they would like, they always helped people in life. So I thought I'd do one last good deed on their behalf. Or something like that..." I say a little uncertainly, trying to explain myself too much, maybe... but I don't want her to think I'm a heartless bastard.
"I... I think that is wonderfull. They would love it. That's very nice from you, Hector." She says with a hand in my shoulder.
After a comfortable silence, and when it started to turn into an uncomfortable silence, I decided to change the mood by drawing attention to the food.
"I don't know what you like, so I made a mistake-proof recipe... Vegan Caesar salad and Baked Chicken Rollatini with Spinach." I say starting to put the food on the table. The good doctor hurries to help with dishes and cutlery.
"It's light enough not to leave you bloated and gives you energy to carry on for a long day."
"Wow...looks great. You will be a very good catch to any lady out there." She says teasing me a little. Two days ago I probably blush and change the subject. But...
"My good doctor... are you implying something? Just a heads up ... To me ... age is just a number " I say exaggeratedly flirty, for her to see that I am just kidding.
"She chuckles and give me a playfull slap in the shoulder. "Haha. A number like the 5 on my sentence?" she retorts.
"Please... I'm sure that you can take just community service, I will even help you." I say showing my palms, to placate her.
"Well... I can present to you some good girls, I'm worried that you will be led astray of the right path for someone ill-intentioned. I have some cute nieces, if you want..."
"Hey. A niece of you can't be more than 10 year old, right? So I'll have to refuse, I don't steal craddles..."
Now she laughs loudly. "Hahaha. Aren't your too charming? Now I'm worried about whatever lady catches your eye, not the other way around. I can't guide my innocents nieces to an evil boy like you." She responds. Ah~ There's no Woman who doesn't like to have her age downsized.
And she called me "boy" so I have zero chance for now, huh. I can change the subject.
"Well, let's dig in. All this food can't disappear for itself." I say gesturing to the table, after finishing all preparations.
During lunch we have a light conversation.
When we're done and she's helping me with the dishes the topic gets a little more serious.
"I will take care of the funeral, don't worry..." she said when I mentioned some things I had to do.
"I don't want to burden you more..." I reply. That would help me a lot, I don't know anything about how to organize something like that...
"It won't be a problem... In fact, I've already started. And the Hospital is helping. It will be tomorrow, if that's okay with you... Actually, I should have talked to you earlier, but it turns out I was more tired than I thought." She says apologizing.
"Is there a friend of yours you want to call?" she asks after a moment.
"No. I think only they family and friends from work should go." And I don't have any friends either way.
I still have to notify my grandparents in Brazil. I don't even know how to broach the subject. I decide to talk to her.
"Look, my paternal grandparents are in Brazil. It wouldn't be possible for them to arrive on time. I don't even know if they would want the two of them buried here. I'm sure not for my father. But at the same time, my parents wouldn't like to be separated... So I was thinking. Is it possible to cremate both, gather the ashes and then divide them? I wants the two of them to have a ceremony here and in my father's hometown."
She looks at me.
"I think that's possible, I will arrange" she says after thinking a little over.
I smile. "Thanks, Dr. You have no idea of the weight that you are taking from my shoulders." I mean truly, I honestly don't want to have to deal with the funeral. My chest tightens just thinking about it. I know it's bullshi, that I'll have to face the two of them being buried forever. But a part of me just wants to delay this moment as long as possible.
"Please.. I'm glad that I can help. And call me Aunt Chris. No need to be so formal"
"Okay, if you insist. Thanks Aunt chris"
She smiles and after a while she decides to go." I will inform you later tonight the time and place of the funeral. Now I have to go, get some things from my apartment, and go back to work. Yay" she finishes faking excitement. "You have my contact, don't hesitate to call." She says as I guide her to the door.
Before leaving she turns around and puts her hand on my shoulder and speaks. "You're acting very mature, for all that's happened...your parents must be proud." And she gives me a kiss on the cheek before walking out the door and getting in the car.
After giving her a little nod, I enter the house. It's time to learn magic.
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According to what I knew from my past life, unlike DC magic, which "always has a price to pay", like memories, emotions or the universe going to charge you somehow in the future with karma.
In Marvel, you use magic with energy... You manipulate energy to alter, manipulate, create what you have in mind, regarding the purpose of magic. Maybe make fire, summon storms, create illusions, heal wounds. But you need some power source for all cases.
The problem is that not all beings have these reserves of energy to use, like the Aesir of Asgard. Then you can take that energy from other beings, deities, cosmic forces or dimension. In the MCU the Ancient One takes energy from the Dark Dimension, in the comics Selene Galio takes lifeforce from people, the gods of Asgard have their own ivinity and maybe dimensions of their own.
I think Mjolnir is connected to an external dimension as well, so Thor had trouble utilizing his divinity. He cheated. So being without Mjolnir allowed him to grow not only in character but also in strength.
That's why Odin banished him, I think I read somewhere that Thor was sent to Midgard to be a blind spot for Those Who Seat Above in Shadow, who are the ones who make the Ragnarok cycle, and Odin wanted some hope to save it. Asgard. Not sure, I read on the wiki.
I've never read the comics so hard, only the most famous ones. Civil War, House of M, Planet Hulk and others. Who can blame me. I'm young... and it's hard for new fans to get their bearings with so many reboots and alternate universes and timelines.
I'm getting off topic.
Back to magic. These Chakra Books are different from what I thought. They don't teach you how to get energy from other places, or how to use amazing spells that can level cities.
It teaches to meditate. Achieve inner peace. Increase your inner strength. Circulate your Aura or Chi, open meridians and Chakra gates. Strengthen the body and mind. Create mental spaces, make astral projections. More basic stuff. But that for me is exactly what I need.
I have the Loki card, but it's the MCU card, where Asgardians are aliens that people in the past confused with gods and created religion. They're not that impressive compared to the Asgardians in the main universe, and probably this universe I'm in.
So I'll have to learn the most basic magic. And safer one. Making an oath to never draw energy from any outside force. I don't think I need it anyway. Just win a card from some protagonist isekai and Bam. Mana.
At that moment when I was on the third and final book, in a part that interested me a lot about creating a palace for mental defense, the doorbell rings.
Can a man take a breath to become a wizard?
Opening the door I find a man in a suit and briefcase. Everything about him screams "lawyer", and my instincts scream "Shady Lawyer".
"Mr. Carvalho? Hector Carvalho, I presume." He says with a smile on his face.
"Yeah…And your are?" I say, with only my face visible. He doesn't know it, but D4C is behind him ready to turn him into a doghnut if he makes any suspicious moves.
I've looked around, and he seems to be alone. His car is a mercedes-benz parked right in front of my house.
"I'm Leopold Darrow, the lawyer of your relatives. First of all, I must say that I am terrible sorry for this tragedy... They don't desserve such an unlucky accident to beffal on them." He says with a face full of regret, but I'm not buying anything that he is saying.
"I'm gratefull for you kind words Mr. Darrow. But I have to ask the reason for you visit." I say letting my grief show on my face. I now have a pretty good poker face, but will be strange if I show nothing when talking about the death of my parents just a yesterday.
"Well, as hard a moment are. Is my legal duty to pass some information to you, Mr. Carvalho" he says apologetically.
"Of course. Don't worry, you are only doing your job. Enter, please. Do you ant a drink or something like that?" I offer and open the door fully now, and guide him to an empty guest room. With nothing to him to see.
"I will accept, please. Will be a long talk. Water would be good." He say smiling after and while opening his briefcase, and taking a bunch of papers.
"Allright. I will be right back, make yourself comfortable."
After bringing a jar of water and two glasses, I sit at the table and start listening to what Mr. Darrow have to say.
Just as I expect, he talks about my parents assets, money, life assurance. He looks very competent, I find no flaw in his talk. Later I will doublecheck if nothing have been left out, but he don't appear to be lying about the money atleast. For the little that I know.
But he appears to be avoiding a certain topic... My legal guardian.
I narrow my eyes slightly. And decides to try to get this guy out of his comfort zone.
"Um…is good that you're so efficient Mr. Darrow. I want to resolve these pending issues as early as possible. I'm thinking in return to Brazil, and ive with my grandparents."
And I finally see a reaction on that face that apparently has a little perpetual smile. He widens his eyes, and then disguises himself to normal. If he'd just shown surprise, he wouldn't have been so suspicious.
But the fact that he instinctively and immediately tries to disguise that reaction... say that something smell fishy.
My paternal grandparents living in Brazil, and if there's someone of my family that I can be absolutely certain that don't have anything to do with my parents deaths, are them.
They live very simply on a small farm where my father grew up, they are kind and relaxed people. They don't care much for material goods. Even with my dad constantly sending money, they never used it. They keep it in an account in case of an eventuality, like a natural disaster or something.
People who live off the land are like that, "you have to be prepared for the will of heaven" they always say. In the end my father gave up on making them live more luxuriously, and just tries to convince them to stop toiling in the fields and live without working for the rest of their lives.
But they can't even do that, huhu. It's not easy to stop a person who has worked honestly all his life. Idleness and boredom would do more harm than good to my grandparents.
That's why I talked about my paternal grandparents, I can at any time leave this place that seems to be the center of problems, New York. I always have that option. Maybe in the future if this country have something like super registration act or something, I can just refuse and go back to Brazil. Dual nationality for the win. I think Doom abuses his diplomatic immunity too.
"Yeah, this country... this city... don't make me feel good after the accident. Maybe I must go back." I say shrugging my shoulders, but eyeing him carefully.
"Uh... I don't know Mr. Carvalho, there are so many legal issues, will be hard to maintain contact in another country..." he say a little nervously.
"But I can resolve this from Brazil, right?" I ask innocently
"Yeah...yeah...but you will have to start again, and is not any lawyer tha you can trust.." he starts rambling reasons. Ooh~ Are you sweating Mr. Darrow?
"I understand... there's too the fact that my parents want my education to be here.. so... is just an alternative." I say helpfully.
"YES. I mean, here you will have great opportunities"
HOH. You have no idea. This place is dangerous, but truly is full of opportunities, and the reason that I'm hesitant in leaving.
"Well" he says recovering his calm and finishing his glass of water. "I think that I spoke of everything" No, you not. "So I will take my leave, please. Any questions don't hesitate to ask" He says giving me his card.
"Okay, Have a good day sir. Thank you for everything" I say smiling
"Please, is just my job" he says leaving.
After he leaves, my smile turns a bit colder. D4C is still watching him get in the car and start driving.
"I have to act fast, I can't let others get ahead of me" I mutter.
I was going to look it up on the internet, but I remember it's 2004, so I go check the phone book.
After a phone call, I start getting ready to leave.
I wear my Thor Suit under my clothes. I take my documents and copies, in addition to the documents that attorney Darrow brought, and put them in my backpack.
And then I start to walk between the wall and the couch, using D4C I go out two blocks away between a garbage and the wall of an alley.
Looking around and seeing that no one is around, I pull my hood up to cover as much of my face as possible (without looking like a thug) and go after a cab.
When I finally get one, I go in and show the paper I had written down at home.
"To this address, please." I say to the overweight man behind the wheel.
"Alright, kid. In no time" he responds before taking off.
40 min later I left the cab, giving a good tip to the driver.
I enter a very simple place. Where there was a sign saying "NELSON and MURDOCK attorneys at law".
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This history have no interest in offend any party. Having the sole objective of only entertain the readers. Enjoy~
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"For everything that is great and inspiring is created by the individual that can labour in freedom"
- Albert Einstein
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I enter the office that look a litle precarious. But, not through negligence of the owners, I can tell, as it is very clean, and certain things like the lamps, chairs and tables have new and clean appearances.
So it's just the general condition of the building. Expected, I'd would say, knowing who the people I'm visiting are. Foggy Nelson and Matthew Murdock, is "Foggy" a nickname too? Like "Matt"? I couldn't remember for my life his true name now. I notice the looks of the two, the most notable is the slimmer and fittest with brown hair and sunglasses even indoors, Daredevil himself, The man without fear, but I think he at least isn't being recognized by that name. He is referred to as the Masked Man or Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
"So he must have started recently." I think to myself.
The other is shorter and fatter, with blond hair slicked back. He's friendly looking, seems like a nice guy and fun to be around, and he's the first one to greet me when I walk in. (But no doubt Murdock noticed me coming much earlier)
"Oh.. Welcome to Nelson and Murdock, the best law office of this street. How can I help you?" he says standing up to shake my hand.
"Good Evening, I call early. My name is Hector Carvalho, A pleasure." I say squeezing the hand that was extended , and then purposefully making a faux pas, I reach out to Matt who was still seated.
"Matt, hand at 12 o'clock. Shake it" Nelson say joking. "I'm sorry, I should said early but he is blind you know, but no less good in what he does" he says assure me.
"I'm Franklin Nelson and this not so handsome man is my associate Matthew Murdock" he continues as Matt stood up and extended his hand. I know he can "feel" my hand, but he left some inches aways, and after it's been explained that he's blind, I'm the one who has to shake his hand.
"Sorry, I should have noticed" I apologize
"No problem, in truth... I'm flattered that you don't notice" he says good naturedly.
After leading me to a chair Foggy sits in front of me and starts talking.
"You call early asking if we can handle guardianship, opening of probate proceedings and others. We are not specialized in anything in truth... So why don't you share your trouble, so that us can counsel you with the best of our capabilities?" Foggy says much more professionally.
"How do you even know that there is a trouble?" I ask just to light the mood before the heavy talk.
"Someone only search a lawyer in trouble... *Sigh*.. because of this that people hates us so much." He says a little dramatically, seeing right through my act of make small talk.
I chuckle a little before I starts more solemn.
"Well, my parents died yesterday... in a car accident..."
"Oh… I had guessed from the matter discussed over the phone, but my condolences," Foggy says empathetically.
"No kid should have to go through that," Matt adds, and Foggy looks a me with a complicated look. Okay, he lost his parents early too.
"The problem is how... You see, my parents are successful doctors, and this accident is very abrupt... Okay... listen to me... I know that every accident is like that, out of the blue, but I really think it was weird." I say trying to convey my concern and the reason I came here.
Foggy shows a surprised face for a moment and speaks. "Wait… Carvalho... It is the couple of doctors who were in the newspaper this morning, the ones who fell into the river." Foggy declares after having remembered
"So you think there's some foul play going on?" Matt asks leaning forward a little, maybe wants to hear my heartbeat. Huum... now I need to be careful in what to talk.
"Yes…I know it might sound desperate…but I know my parents. My dad drives as carefully as possible, I always make jokes about how old he looks. And always take care that the car is in the best condition." I say, starting my argument.
"They were coming so we can celebrate my birthday, goddamit..." the two wince a little, because of the tragic situation in an occasion that should have joyous.
I press forward. "When I went to recognize their bodies, there were no marks that they tried to escape the car, it didn't look like they had a concussion. My father is a great swimmer, he is muscular and over 6ft tall. There's no way he could have just been knocked out like that! And the two at the same time?? The first thing my father would do in an unavoidable accident would be to try to protect my mother… and even she had no signs of trying to escape or fighting for her life. I may be thinking too much, I don't have proof... But I can't shake this feeling that something is strange" I conclude.
"And before you misunderstand... I'm not here for you to investigate or anything." I say putting my hand on the universal "stop" sign for both of them. "I want to doublecheck all my inheritance and..."
"Be emancipated" I complete by saying the real reason for having coming to that office.
I want complete control over my money and my life. I don't want to be at the mercy of I don't know who for the next two years.
Also, if whoever did this to my parents did it for the money... My emancipation will take him out of his comfort zone, and he'll have to act more drastically, step out of the shadows, and when he does... I can fight back.
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POV: Matthew "Matt" Murdock
I hear him coming, even before the door opens. Ever since that fateful day in what my life take a 180º degree turn, I've had this gift in compensation for what I've lost.
And so I know that this is not a normal young man. At first I thought he might be an enemy, an assassin sent by one of the many I've stepped on my toes during my nightly activities. Someone who finally connected my two identities and decided to attack me while I'm at my most vulnerable, and with someone to protect.
He moves calculatedly and almost without making a noise, when he entered he looked around, as if checking something, maybe escape routes or if there was something dangerous in the room. His breathing is trained and heartbeat calm, but the muscles seem coiled to move at any moment.
I also notice that his attention is more focused on me than Foggy, it would be hard to notice if I didn't have super senses.
But it's strange, such a young person shouldn't act like he's been living dangerously for years. My suspicions continue even when I shake his hand and notice the lack of calluses, he doesn't constantly hold weapons, nor sticks, swords, crowbars...
He looks like a paradox. Like someone more trained and experienced had switched bodies with a teenager. It looks like an action movie plot, seems absurd... But aren't we living in absurd times?
People with abilities that look like they're straight out of a comic book are real now, and their appearances are increasingly frequent. I myself can be included in the midst of absurd things. Maybe he's like me, I'll have to watch him carefully.
He could be a danger to Foggy.
When he sits down, he adjusts his chair so he doesn't have his full back to the door. Another point that he is is not normal. His feet were always and completely on the ground, so he could get out of the fragile sitting position at any moment. (Can't talk, I'm sitting just the same)
As he begins to tell his story I pay special attention to his breathing, temperature, and heart rate.
He's not lying, he never lied, and when he talks about his parents I see the first cracks in the strong face and silence that he puts on. Holding back imperceptible tears, pounding heart, muscles tensing and then relaxing.
He really looks like he's here for legal advice only.
Maybe that's because I can relate with his story of losing his parents so soon. It doesn't matter if he has something special or a secret. I think.
I will do my job as a lawyer and help him as best I can.
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Hector P.O.V
"So you suspect that someone was responsible for your parents' deaths, and that person is close to you" Foggy begins.
"And you could be next on the list. But not to be eliminated... but controlled, when that someone has you under guardianship." Matt finishes the reasoning.
"Precisely. I may be overthinking. But I want to be prepared for the possibility."
"And do you have any suspects in mind?" Matt asks
"No" I shake my head. "If it was really foul play, it's probably a family member on my mother's side. My father is an only child and my paternal grandparents are in Brazil and they are simple people who live on a small farm. My mother's family on the other hand... She has a brother and sister. Inheritance from my grandparent. And she inherited most of it from being my grandpa's favorite and she's always been more disconnected from the rest of the family."
"I see..." Foggy says going over my papers. "The Belluci Family is really well in life. And I think that you mother... And now you, have at least 60% of everything in shares. And I'm not even talking about money and other properties."
"I believe you were right to look for us. You'd be surprised at the ugly things people could do for a lot less money. " Matt says to me while Foggy is still looking at my papers.
"But let me say a word of warning. Your seeking of independence will derail the plans of whoever is after your wealth. So take care of your own life, it's the most important thing..." he says seriously. "We will try to seek your emancipation as quickly and quietly as possible, we know a judge who has a soft spot for orphan child" he concludes.
"Thank you, Mr. Murdock. Murdock…" now would be a good time to cover up a certain flaw in my actions in coming here.
"Would you happen to be related to Jack Murdock? The 'battlin Murdock'?" I ask surprised. I even use D4C to quicken my heart for a moment and make my surprise more "genuine".
"Oh…yes. He is my father." Matt responds to little put off by the sudden shift of conversation.
"That explains a lot! I thought you look familiar. You too looked surprisingly fit for someone who was blind... sorry... My dad was a big fan of Battlin Murdock. And I watched with him. He loved that your father never gave up. He would take one and give back a stronger one. We always spar a little after watching boxe..." I say excitedly. And it's all true. In this life my father and I watched various types of sports like this. I think my father wanted me to be more active. Or wanted to find a sport I enjoyed as a hobby.
Now with a outstanding move I've solved why I seem to be such a good fighter. It fly over my head that Batman's subconscious acts might have gotten me into trouble.
And also because I focused more on Matt, he is suspicious. That was my mistake. Seeing a hero and character like that for the first time. My calm facade aside I was a little nervous and excited in the inside. And I know his senses may have picked up on something...
"Oh…thanks. It's always good to meet a fan of my dad" he says smiling a little.
After that Foggy stops reading the papers and gives Matt a summary, after a little discurssion between the three of us I say goodbye to both of them.
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After saying goodbye to the lawyer duo, I find myself walking through a mall, there are certain things I plan to buy like a new laptop and smartphone (which I'll know isn't bugged or anything, yes I'm paranoid that way), no corrective glasses and some tools .Things I can take in the backpack I brought with me when I bring my papers.
Matt and Foggy assured me that they will get my emancipation, apparently my good school record, tragic history and other things can move the court decision in my favor.
I may need to take a psychological test, or participate in legally mandated psychiatric counseling until age 18. The Judge not wanting to let me alone, and wanting to make sure I don't get lost in the wrong way apparently. Understandable, I am a child alone in the world with much money, can be a recipe to disaster. But I can accept, for my independence and freedom.
When I get home I will email other documents that they have sent me a list. It will be good to have the consent of my grandparents... the paternal ones, who are the only ones alive.
The important thing is that I don't come under any uncle's guardianship, I emphasized that part, implying that I distrust any of them to Foggy and Matt. They understood, and perhaps they will use this distrust to appeal for my emancipation. But as a last resort, I don't want to appear suspicious.
Changing the subject, the experience of meeting a hero proved very important to me. Not because I'm a fanboy (although I like Daredevil), but because I realized something I had overlooked.
People can read me very easily.
In this world privacy is a distant concept to those that who will get involved with the world of superpowers. Telepathy, super senses, X-ray vision, precognition, postcognition.
Not to mention technological surveillance.
In this world it's hard to have a secret. I need to be prepared for everything. And information is too valuable, to be given so easily to others.
One more reason to avoid contact with the world of heroes or villains for now.
Daredevil isn't a problem knowing I'm… more than I look. He acts alone, so will hard for it to spread. He doesn't have much time to investigate me. And even if he tries to confront me, I can win. He's nice, but not one of the strongest.
But this encounter reminded me why I've been so careful, I don't have any kind of plot armor against powers. Some kind of bullshit against mind control. Killgrave can make me his bitch with one word.
And this scares the shit of me.
Despite all this potential that I have, is just that... potential. I need to be extra carefull until I can handle these threats.
It reminds me of Jojo in my past life, even though Jotaro is one of the strongest in the world. One of the best, if not the best, close-range stand in purely physical combat. And one of the most overpowered time-stopping skills. He almost died to A RAT in part 4.
In combat, just because you're stronger doesn't mean you're absolutely certain to win. There are many factors. A dangerous game of rock-paper-scissors, where someone weaker can easily finish you off, because they skill set is your counter.
Finally I finding a deserted place, I use D4C, and I start moving between things until I get home. It could be because I'm not used to it, or because I haven't assimilated Valentine 100% yet, but I can't use D4C teleport for more than a few blocks.
I decided to go home using it to practice and increase the percentage.
....
Now is the hardest part of my day. Break the news to my grandparents.
I pick up the phone and dial the international number for them.
"Hello. Who's talking?"
"Grandma... It's me Hector, I'm callin..."
"Oh Hector, my little grandson. How are you? It is fine? Eating properly? So long... ooh~. I'm so glad you called. Your grandfather just left, but I can call. RAIMUUNDOOO!!! Hector is calling!!! Come fast."
I give a low laugh listening to how my grandmother acts. But I grit my teeth and prepare to break the news soon.
The longer I take, the harder it will be.
"Grandma, I have something bad to tell you..."
In that conversation alone I spoke the words I most hated to speak in my entire life. And I heard my grandmother's happiness turn to ash because of it. It's like I'm suffering the news all over again.
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