MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

At the top of a building, high enough to view the entire city she stood and watched from far away. Once again, she was waiting, patiently waiting for a finger to be laid on him, she waited for the sound of a stray bullet, she waited for the voice of people plotting against him, she waited for maids to go around without being suspicious only for one of them to turn around and try to poison him. She waited, hoping she could get one person who was simply in the wrong, because she wanted the thirst of blood. She was in a bad mood as it was and was simply planning to paint the town red with the blood of her victims but unfortunately, no one seemed to want to offend her on that day. It was strangely still but don’t get it all wrong. New Orleans was never a still or quiet place. It was never a peaceful city with quietness and serenity. The sound of cars could be heard from below her as they honked loudly. Mothers were carrying their children to school in hurried steps while being late for work themselves. Bosses at various sites were yelling at their employers and they were even spilling hot coffee on them. Teens were speaking as teens and worrying about absolutely nothing except for what to wear to prom night for the ladies, and how to make sure they get laid for the men. The city was bumbling with a lot of noise as they went about their day. But she was not listening to the noise the city created, she was listening in on something else. And once she gets the person whose evil thought has something to do with her beloved prince. His blood would be the first to paint the town red. She had been planning that ever since she got into her bad and deadly mood. And yes, she had been killing people, a whole lot of them but today it was going to be different. Her eyes snapped to the direction of the courthouse and it zoomed in on the car that carried the famous tycoon. She growled when she realised that he was still going to court himself and swore in a different language… “Stupid humans” she cursed the entire race and concentrated her ears for any sound of plotting against him. Yet, she heard nothing, absolutely nothing and that agitated her. ********** Reporters seemed to be all over the place and the flashes of their camera still remained unfazed to the man who was sitting quietly in his car. His lawyer was by his side and so were lots of guards and armed cops as well. A deep frown was on his face and the air was stiff around him. His anger could be felt from a distance away. His lawyer found it hard to breathe properly being in there with him. His demeanour was like that of the devil himself. Mr. Victor Landon was very sure that he could not defend his client enough, no lawyer in the city wanted to stand beside him and defend his course. Because they believed that he in fact committed the crime and many crimes and probably deserved to rot in jail. But that was not the only reason. In the twenty-first century, lawyers were no longer decent, virtuous. Pay the right amount and they would defend you no matter what the crime was. They had been scared of defending him because he was Mr. Damon Roxwell. The rich and famous businessman who was involved in all sorts of things that power could buy. A wealthy heir such as himself but spoilt, a handful, too rich, and scary even for the cops. His demeanor always had a strange thing about it, and the air around him always smelt different. It scared everyone and anyone. No one wanted to work for a man who could kill them if they mispronounced a word and had all backed away. But Mr. Victor was the unfortunate one and he had been threatened into defending the famous business man or else his family would join the nineteen men that had been killed by him. He had to do everything he could to keep him away from being found guilty but he had nothing to hold on to. All evidence was pointed against him and none was in his favor. He was going to be sentenced no matter what and Victor had to make sure that would not happen for his family’s sake. It was a suicide mission. He stole a glance at Damon and his blood went dry when he noticed that he was staring at him. But he could not look away because he was frozen at the spot. Damon was really a man of power, his mere presence was enough to make a man pee in his pants and just a look from him would freeze you to your spot. How was he supposed to defend such a scary man? Victor tried saying something but his lips only trembled whenever he tried. Damon fortunately, took his eyes off him and he breathed in heavily, realizing that he had almost died from lack of air. He had wanted to plead with Damon to free him since he knew the situation on ground. He had been accused of killing nineteen people in one night. No one was going to listen to him or grant him bail. Plus, he had a lot of enemies who wanted him dead, he was bound to be hanged. Victor simply wanted to plead for his family since his fate had already been sealed. But he changed his mind about speaking to the man. He was too scared anyway. From where Damon Roxwell sat in his car, he saw his father and grandfather step down from their cars and reporters immediately rushed over to them. In their like manner, they did all they could to get answers and controversial replies from them but they handled it rather beautifully. They answered some questions, picking their words rather carefully and with the help of the guards that surrounded them, they made their way into the court house. The famous tycoons of the state and outside the state at large were sure to know how to handle such things. They had been through a lot in becoming the rich and famous people they were. Mr. William and Mr. Ethan Roxwell, one of the biggest and richest in the state, were sure to know how to handle such circumstances. But as Damon Roxwell stared out into the court house, his heart still felt very heavy and dark though his face remained stoic. For starters, he was the heir to everything his grandfather and his father owned. Mr. William gave birth to two sons, one died and he was left with Ethan who had just a single child which was him. He had everything and would have everything they had all in his name. So far, his life was going well, not until that fateful day. Yes, he knew his family could handle the reporters but he was sure none of them had any issues that were most likely to convict them or give them a death sentence. He did nothing wrong of course. That is, when it came to this matter in particular. He was no saint, no, he was far from it but he was innocent of every accusation in this case and all fingers were pointing to him and evidences showed he was simply the only one who could have murdered nineteen men. His father and his grandfather had never shown it, but he had seen how stressed and disappointed they were at him and he couldn’t blame them. He was rather ashamed of himself. He could have easily listened to his father, they had enough power and money that could wave it all away, but Damon had refused to use his money and affluence. He wanted his name cleared of such open allegations. The great Damon Roxwell, the envy of the state had fallen and those who praised him, blew him kisses and wished to be like him were all in front of the court waiting for his demise. He gritted his teeth in agitation when he thought about how he had been framed and his name dragged to the mud. He was going to kill them, no matter who they were or what the result was going to be at the end of the day. Whoever plotted such against him was going to receive the tormenting end of it all. He turned to his lawyer, the man was literally shaking in his seat and was going pale like he could not breathe. But he couldn't care less about the man. He had enough problems on his hands and he could not help but wonder where it had all gone wrong. Just like every other time, his associate had invited him to a gathering like the many other times they did, but he had declined them all because he simply didn’t have the luxury to be close to such hypocrites. They were scared of him but they wanted to be on his good side, they wanted to be on his good side and also wanted to take him out. They smiled at his face and did all they could to please him when they all wanted his position and fame and still had evil things to say about him. But this time, his secretary had convinced him to go along and see what they had planned. “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer” Putting on a business and political mind set, he had ignored the warnings his heart had given him against going for the gathering and went anyway. Nineteen of them he met, nineteen of them dead and he still didn’t know how or what happened. He had been displeased when he arrived and realized that it was simply an indoor party with stripers. His displeasure was not hidden, he thought the gathering would have been something more important especially when all guards were kept outside. But when he saw that it was simply a gathering for useless partying, he went to a corner and remained there. There was no need to leave when he could still keep his enemies closer. He got a little information and had decided that it was enough, before he went to the restroom. He also noticed that they were acting strange. They were still intimidated by his presence and were neither ready to speak with him or look him in the face. No one would even speak about business and each time, they would steal a glance at him when he wasn’t looking and speak to each other with their eyes when they thought he wouldn’t see. Making use of the restroom instead of leaving was his greatest mistake. When he came out of it, no noise was being heard, no clatters, no dancers, no laughter, nothing except the music that became really loud all of a sudden. He brought out his rifle from where he had kept it behind his back and quickly regretted not coming in with his guards. He didn’t want to intimidate them more. Moreover, none of them came in with their guards and they had all asked he did the same. He was not kept vulnerable, he had some fighting skills as well and didn’t feel threatened. But when he walked into the room that was once filled with lively and stupid men, he realized he had been stupid. Blood and dead bodies were all he saw, then cops. He didn’t kill them, he could never be able to do something so inhuman… Maybe… Of course, he could… but not in such a way or place. But he was right there and he had been accused of the killing of those men. Their wives, their kids, their families and most associates were all demanding justice and staring at him like he was such a monster. How could he not feel doomed and really angry? He only looked like he wasn’t because he was a Roxwell and he had not been taken to prison, instead cops were to watch over him so he wouldn’t escape. He was that powerful. And that feeling he had, of always being watched lingered at the back of his neck. He had always hated that feeling, but it had been years now and he had become too comfortable with it, he called it his guardian angel and felt safe with those eyes on him. Nothing was going to go wrong, and if it did, hell would be let loose. He would make sure of it. And so would someone else. She was simply waiting and watching.