[sup][h1][center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/42/e9/c5/42e9c5fd53dd50fd8a4770e7a8fe9ad3.jpg[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] MRS. & MR. DAREDEVIL[/color] [color=lightgray]MRS. & MR. DAREDEVIL[/color][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] Issue# 4.1: Let the devils out. Location: 42nd St. Underground Subway [hr] “So the devil comes in pairs.” Muse glees under his mask. For the notorious serial killer, Muse is enjoying every bit of this. He sees this as his twisted stage. For every murder he commits, and every life he takes, is a stroke of his dark art. For the daredevils, it's different; every second counts. Hostages remain stranded below, desperate for help as time slips away. [color=ed145b]“Careful, this guy is very elusive, unpredictable, and kinda annoying actually,”[/color] Elektra said in earshot of Matt. [color=ed1c24]“Yeah, I can’t get a read on him,” [/color]Matt replied. [color=ed145b]“What’s the plan?”[/color] Lady Daredevil asked. [color=ed1c24]“Get close to him. Swing hard and fast until you hear his bones break.”[/color] Matt adjusts his jaw and brandishes his billy clubs. Matt and Elektra surge forward in perfect harmony, a deadly duet of precision. Two lethal ninjas are closing in, a nightmare for anyone who is on the receiving end of this attack. Muse braces for impact. His Inhuman ability is his only defense. However, even those who are difficult to detect are vulnerable at close range. Elektra leaps into the air and pounces as Daredevil comes straight at him with a closed fist. Muse draws a gun, hesitating over which one to shoot. Too slow. Matt’s baton ropes lash out, tangling his arm, leaving him wide open and messing with his aim. BAP!! BAP!! BAP!! Muse shoots wildly and misses. Elektra seizes the moment, driving a kick straight into his face. It is followed by Daredevil yanking his arm and dragging him towards him, repeatedly smashing his face with his baton. In desperation, Muse catches one of his billy club and breaks it with ease, showing a bit of his inhuman strength. The broken club slows Daredevil for a heartbeat, forcing him to switch from weapon to bare fists. THUMP!! THUMP!! THUMP!! The blind hero was relentless in his strike, as if possessed. THUMP!! THUMP!! THUMP!! Matt’s knee hammers into Muse’s torso again and again. The subway rings with the music of ribs cracking, flesh bruising, pain reverberating with every blow. Elektra slips from the shadows, her sai plunging into Muse’s leg and pinning him in place. She spins, her kick sending Muse stumbling into Matt’s waiting fists. Matt is ready, landing a brutal punch to Muse’s jaw—a vicious one-two that leaves their foe reeling. Muse staggers, dazed, the world spinning in a dizzy blur. He raises his hands in defense, but it is hopeless. Daredevil grapples with him, grabbing him by his arm. SWUNG!! CRACK!! Matt strikes swiftly, snapping the artist’s arm. Muse’s elbow wrenches out of place, bone nearly breaking through skin. The onslaught didn’t stop there, as both horned heads released a flurry of kicks, knees, and punches. They trade blows, dismantling the killer piece by piece, giving him no chance to recover. Muse collapses to his knees, battered and broken. He is simply outmatched and yet even as he endures the beating of his life, a twisted smile lingers—he seems almost delighted. “So much pain! I didn’t know my elbow could bend the other way.” The artist mused about his injury as he knelt. He is winded and broken. “Such a refined taste for violence, you have my respect from one artist to another, I doubt you'll give me your real identity." Muse looks at Daredevil. "As for you, I’d know that scent anywhere: Elektra Murdock.” Muse’s grin widens beneath his mask. His artist’s intuition and sensory vortex reveal truths hidden even behind masks. He can paint a picture with just a few details and, in his twisted mind, decipher it. If only he used his detective gifts for good, the world might be brighter. [color=ed1c24]“How?…Do you know this hack?”[/color] Matt muttered under his breath, tilting his head at Elektra. [color=ed145b]“He’s my previous client. Bastian Cooper, I didn’t know he was the infamous serial killer of New York.” [/color] “I’m flattered that you remember, Attorney. I guess we all have secrets, huh? I would laugh harder, but I believe my ribs are broken.” Muse lets out a weak wheeze. [color=ed1c24]“An inhuman serial killer guised as a cop, with military-grade weapons. Ain’t that convenient?”[/color] Matt said, crossing his arms. "I have my patrons who appreciate my artwork." [color=ed145b]“He’s too dangerous to live. He knows my secret. I hate loose ends.” [/color]Elektra’s jaw tightens, recalling her promise to Asa to end this monster. Elektra lashes out, her ropes coiling around Muse’s throat, tightening with every heartbeat as she chokes the life from him. [color=ed1c24]“No, Don’t! Leave him to the justice system. He can keep his secret rotting behind bars. We’re better than this.”[/color] Matt pleaded. [color=ed145b]“…”[/color] Elektra let it linger; she can almost see the light leaving the killer's eyes from where he stands. Matt moves to intervene, but then hears his wife’s heartbeat steady, signaling her restraint. [color=ed145b]“Tch, Fine, I knew you would say that.” [/color]Elektra sighed and reluctantly stood down, listening to reason. “I sense a lover’s quarrel or maybe a clash of ideals. Maybe you should let me go while you two work it out.” Muse wheezes, struggling for breath after the chokehold. “…” Both the daredevils paused and looked at each other. [color=ed1c24]“Stay out of this!!”[/color] Matt and Elektra stood tall, frowning. They finish with a final boot to the face, knocking Muse out cold. The police and the paramedics flood the subway as the devils of Hell’s Kitchen leave without a trace. The hostages are freed, and the Ripper of New York is left behind, tied and wrapped up as a gift for Commissioner Nalini Karnik and Officer Misty Knight to arrest.