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The Sound and the Fury
He knew this day would come.
The day he and the Kingpin stood toe to toe for control of this city. However, he had envisioned it a little differently. He wouldn't have been the one caught and tied up. He hadn't gone quietly, as ten of the Kingpin's 'best' men would attest to, currently nursing broken bones and sore spots.
Things were not looking good for Daredevil. The Kingpin was flying high, so pleased with himself for having captured the vigilante. The fly in the ointment was what he called him. That tune changed when his goons unmasked him for all of them to see.
They had been beaten by a blind man.
Fisk seethed in anger against not only Daredevil but his own men for being 'plebians who couldn't kill a rat if they had to.' He'd then ordered trussed up Daredevil taken away to a secret room in his tower. One that hardly anyone knew about. This one was soundproof.
How many days ago that was, Matt couldn't say. He had managed to slip his ropes time and time again but it made no difference. The room was wired for sound, speakers on every wall. The noise that piped into the room was loud enough for someone with normal hearing. It was excruciating for Matt's super senses, every second he was in there. The sound echoing back and forth in the room, he couldn't get his bearings. Down was up, up was down. He crawled along the floor at times, trying to find a way out. But there was no way out. Time blurred together into one long session of pain and torture. All of it on video for the Kingpin to enjoy breaking the Man without Fear.
He had passed out many a time, ears bleeding, only to wake up to a henchman slapping his face to wake him up and set his chair upright again. And the noise would start again. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't think anymore. Hoping beyond hope that it would all end one way or another.
The day he and the Kingpin stood toe to toe for control of this city. However, he had envisioned it a little differently. He wouldn't have been the one caught and tied up. He hadn't gone quietly, as ten of the Kingpin's 'best' men would attest to, currently nursing broken bones and sore spots.
Things were not looking good for Daredevil. The Kingpin was flying high, so pleased with himself for having captured the vigilante. The fly in the ointment was what he called him. That tune changed when his goons unmasked him for all of them to see.
They had been beaten by a blind man.
Fisk seethed in anger against not only Daredevil but his own men for being 'plebians who couldn't kill a rat if they had to.' He'd then ordered trussed up Daredevil taken away to a secret room in his tower. One that hardly anyone knew about. This one was soundproof.
How many days ago that was, Matt couldn't say. He had managed to slip his ropes time and time again but it made no difference. The room was wired for sound, speakers on every wall. The noise that piped into the room was loud enough for someone with normal hearing. It was excruciating for Matt's super senses, every second he was in there. The sound echoing back and forth in the room, he couldn't get his bearings. Down was up, up was down. He crawled along the floor at times, trying to find a way out. But there was no way out. Time blurred together into one long session of pain and torture. All of it on video for the Kingpin to enjoy breaking the Man without Fear.
He had passed out many a time, ears bleeding, only to wake up to a henchman slapping his face to wake him up and set his chair upright again. And the noise would start again. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't think anymore. Hoping beyond hope that it would all end one way or another.
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Leonard was chagrined to realise crime had increased nearly ten fold, leading him to believe that maybe something had happened to his friend. When asking around about 'his lawyer', he found that Matt had been missing for anywhere between a week to a month. The answers varied, and that only furthered his drive to find Murdock. The very first place he'd stopped had been to let himself into Matt's apartment. A world class thief like Leonard Snart didn't need a spare key. Other stops had been made after that, until he made an in with a gang of thugs. It was easy, really. He was a criminal himself, and as long as he didn't wear his parka or goggles, the idiots didn't recognise him. How fortunate for him.
His efforts paid off when he heard whispers that the Kingpin had caught the Devil. Okay, there was really no misinterpreting that. He'd like to have Sara and Mick watching his back, but this required more stealth than Mick was capable of and Sara was busy on a mission with Palmer and the Hawk.
He wasn't Daredevil, but he knew how to get around a security system. Especially one he'd already seen rather intimately. He only needed three days to case the tower before he made his move. Snart made his way rather easily up several floors before there was even an issue. When he did encounter an issue, he knocked it out and left it tied up in a closet. The next real issue he came across was locating Matt. --Yes, it was glaringly obvious now that the Kingpin knew the identity of his nemesis.
Now, when cunning and stealth didn't get a job done, he had to use an approach Mick was ever fond of. Chaos. He triggered a few alarms intentionally, made a little commotion and fell back. Anyone with a secret prisoner to hide would send reinforcements to cover said prisoner, if it seemed like someone might be coming to rescue them. Now, that may not be the safest tactic for locating him, and if he were Ray, he might just hack the computer system and find him, but he wasn't Ray. He had to use his own skills for this.
When the fools lead him right to his captive friend, he iced both them, and the door. Steel, when its molecules were completely stopped, was as brittle as glass. When he shattered the door with the head of a goon, the sound filling the room immediately assaulted him. He located the sound system speakers lining the walls and neutralised them with a sub-zero blast. That much ice in the room would quickly drop the temperature to a meat locker.
"Hey." He spoke softly, working on unbinding the man from his chair.
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His chin rested on his chest, eyes closed, dried blood smeared on his ears. They'd left him in his costume but no mask. He could have been dead days ago if he wasn't the fighter he was. The first tug on the ropes doesn't get a reaction but the second one does. Matt flinches as if trying to hit the first thing that moved. It's a weak jab at best, a reflex. Certain that it was a henchman back to soften him up some more.
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"It's me. Cold." He brought Matt's hand down to feel the unique gun he'd held once. Whether it meant anything to Matt right now or not, Snart didn't wait too long. They didn't have much time before the idiots realised the distraction he'd made a floor beneath them was just a distraction. He pulled Matt's arm over his shoulder, hooking himself under the man and stood with him. He had a feeling he'd be shouldering all his weight, but that was fine. "If you can hear me, I'm gonna get you out of here."
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An involuntary shiver...it was cold in here. Really cold.
Cold.
The cold gun under his hand finally registered for him. This was different, this wasn't a henchman. Matt stopped fighting against the ropes, trying to process what was happening. There was a dull ringing in his ears that hadn't quit since the sound went off. He couldn't even stand on his own, trying in vain to get his feet the message as he's pulled out of the chair. Matt tried to shake his head yes, he understood who it was but that was all he could manage right now.
Wilson Fisk, in his room of video screens, was snarling into an intercom for his henchmen to stop messing around and stop the escape that was happening. It would have helped if they were as prepared for cold and ice as Captain Cold was. Their shoes slipping on every surface he had iced as they tried to make their way quickly back to the soundproof room.
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The sound of rubber on ice caught his attention easily and he knew they were out of time. Len iced more of the floor and took off with Matt as quickly as he could. Yes, he was used to ice. He'd been using it for a while now, and keeping a sure foot on it tended to give him more of an advantage over his adversaries. Doing so while juggling the weight of another man was a little more difficult.
He heard the occasional bullet ping off a wall close to him and knew someone was watching. Someone was directing the goons to intercept him on his way. He needed to get Matt to the Waverider, ideally/ But they had to escape this wretchedly tall building first...
"This is gonna be a bumpy ride, Hero. Sorry 'bout that." He muttered as he slipped around another corner.
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Sounds were starting to filter through the ringing in Matt's ears slowly. It hurt but not nearly as bad as the noise room had put him through. Somewhere deep down, he found the strength to help keep his balance as they moved through the endless same looking corridors.
"....Left," he rasped hoarsely, knowing the way was clear that direction. He could hear footsteps chasing them coming from the right.
Wrong account.
At this rate, he was going to overload the gun and drain it's charge. He hit the third floor stairs, taking them as quickly as possible. "Just a little longer."
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The direction of a lunatic, surely. But the bad guys would expect them to go down, if the noise below them was any indication. They'd need to go up one level and circle around.
They were getting low on weapons too. Time to improvise. One of the doors they pass says 'Armory'. Locked of course, but that wouldn't be a problem, right?
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"Where to?" His eyes swept the hall, spotting the armory. He fidgeted momentarily. "Hold that thought." Snart slipped out from under Daredevil's, settling him to the ground and tried the handle. Locked, of course. Good thing he's a thief. Cold slipped the lock pick kit out of his pocket and in seconds, had the door open. He retrieved Matt and slipped into the armory with him.
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Nope. He's pulled into a small room that smells sharply of gun oil and factory made steel. Matt found a metal shelf to hang onto as he tried to get his bearings. "...where are we?" he asks with a cough.
There's rows and rows of guns, explosive devices, crossbows, knives, clips, parachutes...a criminal's candy store.
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Leonard sifted through a few things and spotted a few very useful toys. Amidst the explosives, he knocked over a bag. He picked up the parachute, eyeing it carefully. He ran his fingers along the seams and the rip cord. They were far too low to the ground to use it at this level, but the penthouse would be right at the threshold. "We're in his armoury and I have a plan. We're going to the top and we're going to jump. But we're also going to leave him a parting gift. And, if we make it out of this alive, Fisk is going to be one angry crime lord."
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He seems nonplussed at the idea of jumping off such a high tower. He hadn't ever made it to the top of Fisk tower mostly because of the security up there. But now security was all out looking for them throughout the building. "....lot of stairs." Matt would do his best but it was something that had to be said. They couldn't get in the elevator because of the remote control that Fisk had over them, not to mention the cameras.
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"That's fine. I'll shoulder your weight. Just try not to squirm, or we'll both pull a Humpty Dumpty." He found a well balanced eskirma staff, twirled it, then pressed it into Matt's hand. "I don't expect you'll be fighting, but I'd still feel better if you were armed."
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Maybe him fighting would be plan B. Or C. It was difficult to tell which plan they were on at this point. "I don't mind telling you, I'd feel better about it if I could do any damage."
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"I'm taking a page out of my partner's book. He's fond of making noise. If all goes according to plan, Kingpin will be too busy putting out fires to come after us."
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Snart finished wiring the explosives to the remote detonator and gave the room another sweep.
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Just in time for Daredevil to bust up their party.
He slowly worked his way up the wall to his feet. Determined to keep going till they were out of this building. "How much longer?" he asked, holding to a nearby shelf to stay upright. Using the staff for a cane.
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"Actually, the timeline seems to be undisturbed by your actions. Mr. Murdock was meant to survive."
Gideon's voice in his ear made him jump. "Eavesdropping isn't polite, you know." He moved across the room to crack the door open and glance out. The hallway was still clear. "Time to go." He was back at Matt's side. "By the way, I left you a new first aid kit. Looks like we're gonna need it when we get you out."
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He took a step and nearly crumpled again, grateful for Snart's help at his side. "Good...idea..." Or maybe more than one first aid kit would be needed in this case. They had to escape first. His ears agreed with the coast being clear but it wouldn't be that way for long.
"Stairs are left...then right."
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When they hit the stairs, he kept a tighter hold on Murdock to take all of his weight and only stopped when they reached the top of that level. He rifled through the duffel bag and found what he was looking for. "Cover your ears." As soon as Mat complied, Snart triggered the explosives in the armoury, holding tight to a railing. The force of the explosion shook the entire foundation, but the building was large enough that just one disturbed level wouldn't take the entire place down. The floor directly above the armoury, however, might need some remodeling.
"Mr. Snart, be advised that there is a less than 24% probability that you will survive your intended jump with the additional weight of Mr. Murdock." The voice chimed in in his ear again. He worked his jaw, but didn't respond. He put a hand on the stairwell door, ready to dart into the hall for another jaunt. "I have another present to plant. After this, I'm making a beeline for the Penthouse where we'll leave one more present before we hit the roof. You ready?"
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"How accurate is that Gideon?" he asks as he steels himself for moving again. He was staving off exhaustion with adrenaline and sheer will to not give up.
"...ready."
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"Not as accurate as she'd like, predicting odds off personality traits. But right now, it's just math. But I've got a plan, so it doesn't matter." That was a partial truth. He did have a plan. It just didn't involve both of them getting out of this. He came to get Matt out, and he'd be damned if he failed.
"Then, let's go." He readjusted Matt against him and continued into the hallway. He remembered seeing a server room in his search. That was his next target for the explosives.
"Is this Kingpin human? He'll die like any of us, right?"
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"Yes," he wheezed, still moving as fast as he could manage. "If you count being rich and evil 'human' enough."
"Oh no, I am not like you," Fisk's voice came through the speakers in the hallway. "I can assure you, whatever he is paying you, Mr. Snart, I can triple it."
Matt set his jaw, hating that voice that seemed to chase them through the corridors. Of course, the Kingpin was watching them on his video feed. He took out one camera with the staff in his hand as they went past.
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Cold tensed when he heard that voice over the intercom. Even more reason to not vocalise his plans of target locations.
"I don't doubt that." He replied to the disembodied voice bitterly. "But you seem to have me confused with a mercenary. See, I just take pleasure in depriving rich assholes of their valuables." He pulled Matt to a stop when he reached the server room. No time for picking locks. He froze the door and kicked it in, helped Matt to the ground, then hastily set the explosives.
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Wasn't sure if you wanted him to run into any resistance or not. <3 I'm loving your Kingpin, also!
no that works fine
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(Rescue will come after your next tag. XD)
Tagging from work woo
That's always fun. XD I just got off work.
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your Rip is almost better than the original :D
Asdfjl That's a high compliment! Thank you! owo
y/w
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(He's an ass, I'm sorry. XD)
:p
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apologies for the late
Not a problem! I hope you're doing well!
work and such and haven't seen any more episodes yet :S
I'm sorry!
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