𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - the truth

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 joined the three girls after a small moment of brooding at their insults, catching the tail-end of Olivia's phone call with who he assumes was the 'Malcome' she had mentioned previously.

"Be careful, okay? Both of you." Trish told the two as she opened her arms and brought them into a hug.

Olivia laughed as she patted the blondes back, a whiff of that pungent perfume filling her senses. "We'll try our best."

Trish frowned, her face morphing into the motherly look that she often gave her superpowered friends. "I mean it."

Olivias voice softened as a small smile flashed on her lips; she knew how much Trish worried and cared about them and after everything with Kilgrave, the blonde was on a constant high alert. "I know."

Trish cleared her throat and nodded and a tense smile covered her glossed lips as she gathered her bag, her keys jingling as they hung off her pinkie. She turned to face Matt, or to her, Daredevil. "Uh- Nice meeting you, keep them out of trouble, please."

Matt felt a small twitch of a smirk appear at the side of his mouth; keeping Jessica out of trouble would have been difficult, keeping both the P.I and a wolf out of trouble? Almost impossible. Never the less, he nodded.

The girls watched as Trish piled her bag inside of her pristine and expensive car and shut herself inside. Trish let out a small sigh as she strapped herself in and gave her friends a final smile before turning the keys and speeding off towards the precinct, worry clouding her mind.

Olivia sighed as the car disappeared out of sight before turning to face the others as Matt cleared his throat. "We should get back."

She nodded as she tightened her long coat around herself, guarding her body against the bitter night. "Yeah, okay, lead the way, ears."

"Horns."

"Mhm."

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The group of three had made it back to Stick and the others rather quickly. Their gazes were immediately greeted by the sight of the man Olivia and Luke had captured -Sowande, as Stick had introduced him- bound to a chair.

Though whilst she and Jess took a small moment to catch up with Luke and Danny, Danny's gaze slowly drifted to stare over Olivia's shoulder. The wolf frowned and furrowed her brows at the intent stare and slowly turned her body.

The sight she was met with made her honestly wonder how long she had been chatting with the three; Matt was stalking around the man bound to the chair, billy club in hand. Though what made it worse, was the fact that Matt had an extendable billy club and the end that wasn't in the devil's hand was wrapped around Sowande's throat.

They had all been back for what, all of ten minutes and already the blind lawyer was choking their hostage, wonderful.

Danny chuckled, his eyes almost twinkling like a child's as he took a step closer. "So cool."

Luke, who was standing by his side, tried his best to come off as nonchalant but he definitely couldn't hide that he too was mildly mesmerized. "I mean, it's... it's kind of cool."

Olivia rolled her eyes as she joined their sides. Trust them to be finding joy in Matt's kinky torture session. "You want us to leave you three alone or?"

Before the boys could defend themselves Matt began to stalk closer to Sowande. His voice was low and threatening, it would have sent shivers down the Hale's back if she hadn't heard Peter's voice when he had lost their game of Uno. What a sight that had been.

"I'm gonna make this real simple. You're gonna answer our questions or shit's gonna get dark in here."

"What do they call you? The Devil of Hell's Kitchen?" Sowande countered, his voice hoarse and hard to make out as he continued to choke. "Even if you could kill me, it wouldn't make a difference. Cut off a finger... you can still use your hand. We will win. We have armies. We have our weapon."

It was hardly noticeable, but Olivia heard the sound of Matt's teeth grinding together as anger coated him. "Let's talk about your weapon. What did you do to her?" He paused, words swirling around his mouth before he swallowed and finished. "What did you do to Elektra?"

"Elektra?"

"Yeah. You dug up her grave." Matt spoke, his voice no louder than a whisper as he tightened his grip; the chord connecting either end of the billy club tightened around the man's throat, causing Sowande to choke at the added pressure as he struggled to retrieve oxygen. "And what did you turn her into?"

"The body you knew was merely a vessel, waiting for its purpose." Sowande turned his head slowly and dragged his eyes up to Matt's mask, his face plain and nonchalant. "She's ours now."

The wolf glanced at Jessica who stood stiffly to her side and shared a small look. The two of them often sported plain faces but both could easily see the slightest change in each other's expressions, and as the sound of spluttering and gasping filled the air, the pair were tense and ready to step in at a moments notice.

Olivia could hear Matt's heart beating faster with every word, anger radiated off of him in waves and she couldn't help but wonder when he would snap. Had it have been her, the loose grasp she had over her own anger and the light beaming down from the full moon, she would have caved already.

"If she's your vessel... Why hasn't she killed me yet? Twice now, she could have taken my life, but she hasn't. Why do you think that is? Huh? Your weapon is defective."

Sowande laughed, blood bubbled at his split lip and dribbled down to his chin. "Then she will be destroyed."

And there it was, what Olivia had been counting down the seconds for; Matt snapped and pulled the billy club even tighter, watching on as the man in the chair choked on the pressure building on his throat, "Not on my watch."

Jessica quickly stepped in. She knew how angry the man was, she had felt that anger and the things that happened as a result? They couldn't be undone. "Hey, stop. You can't undo this."

Matt, however, didn't listen and instead tightened his grip further. His voice harsh as he spat; "Admit it. Elektra's still in there. You failed."

"You're the one who failed." Sowande retorted through a choke. "Elektra died on a rooftop in your arms because you couldn't protect her."

Sowande's eyes began to roll backward, sweat beading on his forehead as Matt pulled the cord tighter.

"Jesus Christ," Olivia muttered beneath her breath before grabbing the club from his hands, snatching it away with force and releasing it. The wolf didn't spare a glance backward even as Sowande was sent to the floor. The chair crashed to the ground and the room settled in a tense and uncomfortable silence as Olivia and Matt stared at one another, Matt's chest rising and falling rapidly, allowing his anger to fade, for now at least.

Once Olivia was no longer being assaulted by the overwhelming chemosignals rolling off of the vigilante, she stepped back, catching the barely-there, thankful nod from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Sowande was still on the ground, his lack of movement causing Jess to direct her attention to the wolf in question. Olivia's head twitched to the side as she listened for a moment before nodding. "He's alive."

Stick faced in her direction before walking over to Sowande himself, kneeling next to the man. "Mm, unfortunately. He's just passed out." There was a pause, the only sound coming from the echo of Matt's heavy footsteps as he paced back and forth. "I think it's time to tell them the truth, kid."

Olivia's eyes snapped to Matthew's form as did Jess's, Luke's and Danny's, the four of them ready and waiting. The vigilante continued to pant heavily as he stipped off his gloves, throwing them to the ground and placing his hands on his hips with a breath.

"I was willing to work with you." Danny began as he stepped forward. "But how can any of us trust you if you keep stuff to yourself?"

Olivia watched intently as the devil sighed, bringing his hands up to free his face of his mask and tossed it down next to his gloves that laid on a rusted chair. Her eyes focused on his ever-darkening one's as he spoke,

"Her name is Elektra. She was raised by him-" He pointed at Stick who slowly joined the group. "Trained to fight the Hand. Which she did, with me. Until they convinced themselves she could serve another purpose and killed her."

Olivia furrowed her brows, he had fought the hand before? If that was the case, then how in the holy hell did they, as Sowande said, have armies? Who's to say that if their small group of supers did defeat the Hand, they wouldn't just come back again?

Jessica scoffed as she shoved her hands into her pockets, her mind recalling this 'dead' Elektra breaking into the apartment and attacking her. "She looked pretty alive back there."

"I know, but I was there when they..." His words died on his tongue with a short sigh. "I was holding her when she died."

"Elektra died." Stick finalized, his voice plain as if the fact didn't bother him. "That thing we've been fighting, it's something else."

Olivia's mind reeled. Elektra had died and somehow came back to life to make their lives a living hell? Great. After a moment of silently cursing she moved her gaze from the ground and over to Matt.

"So... she was resurrected?" Oliva questioned as she frowned in thought, the image of her uncle flashing inside of her head.

Matt's head turned towards her voice as he nodded, mildly shocked that the wolf understood. Then again, he thought, if she was a werewolf, he was almost certain that she had seen things that would be harder to believe than resurrection. "Right."

"How come you didn't tell us?" Danny's voice was full of disbelief, the scent of anger beginning to build.

As much as the whole chemosignal thing was helpful at times; when in a room with a bunch of freaks like herself, freaks who all clearly had issues with their temper, it was a bit of a bitch.

"Wait a minute." Luke stammered as his mind caught up. He held up a hand to pause the conversation as his eyes darted back to Olivia. "Resurrected?"

Olivia hummed and nodded. "My uncle Peter, he uh- manipulated someone into resurrecting him, it's a long story that doesn't matter, point is, it can happen."

Stick nodded toward the wolf. before he pointed towards Matt "Now he thinks he can save her."

"That's why you nearly got us killed?" Luke accused the devil as his voice rose. Barely sparing a look as Jess put a hand on his arm, telling him to cool it.

"When I said her name, she recognized it. She knew me."

Olivia sighed, the new information was doing nothing but angering everyone, she understood Matt, she did, losing someone and finding out they were alive? She would pray to every God that she didn't believe in if she knew that could happen for her, but risking other people's lives for it? No. Never.

Matt stuttered in his hast to explain himself. "I think whatever they did when they resurrected her- I think I can get through to her."

"Okay, to be clear, we've used the word 'Resurrected' four times now." Jessica groaned. "Listening to Liv the first time was hard enough, we're really doing this again?"

Danny took a step closer to the vigilante as his eyes narrowed, his fists were balled so tightly that he could feel his nails digging into his palm. "We agreed to put everything on the table, Matt."

"If we're gonna defeat the Hand, we gotta take her out." Stick spoke, causing Matt to immediately disagreeing with him.

"No, Stick. I won't allow it."

The group continued to spit disagreements and questions back and forth, none of them noticing that Sowande's eyes had flickered open and his hands were fumbling and twisting the ropes that bound him.

"I didn't wanna lie. I was trying to protect her."

"Thing is, Matt," Olivia spoke as she stepped closer. "You protecting her put them at risk." She pointed to the group behind her. "Them, and countless others."

"I- I know."

"Do you?" She countered, her eyes flickering between his as he slowly lowered his head, not wanting to feel her gaze any longer.

"She's right." Luke spat. "Now the people I care about are held up in a precinct because you got us protecting some woman you used to know."

Matt scoffed as his unfocused eyes flared. "Don't oversimplify it. I'm trying to help."

Olivia furrowed her brows as her ears picked up movement behind her, she spun just as Danny threw a punch to Sowande who had broken free. The two grunted in their assault with one another before Sowande grasped Danny's arm and twisted it, bringing the man to his knees, a piece of glass being held to his throat.

"Don't move," Sowande warned as the four tried to take a step. "Let's not kid each other. This is personal for every one of us. But now I have the Iron Fist. The key to what the Hand seeks."

The wolf swallowed as she saw the fear in Danny's eyes, making him look, at that moment, like a terrified child. What could they do? Yes, they outnumbered the man greatly but as he had stated, if any of them moved, that was it for Danny.

Olivia shifted as a thought came to mind and she moved the hand hidden behind Matt into her coat pocket, she rifled through until her fingers felt the cold metal of her small pocket knife she mainly used to open beer bottles with. The wolf slowly brought the knife out of her pocket and passed it to her other hand behind her back, unsheathing the small blade that was probably smaller than her pointer finger.

She had a clear shot and she was a good shot, after all, she had not only trained to use her abilities, but she and the family of hunters that resided in her old town had grown... close; they had taught her things, things that had never quite proved useful until now.

Danny was on his knees, and the man was just barely hunched over, his shoulders, neck, and head in clear view, she knew she could do it.

She tilted her head and kept her eyes trained on the man holding Danny before quickly throwing the blade as hard as she could, it lodged itself in the man's neck, vibrant blood spilling from the wound and onto Danny as he was released from Sowande's grip as the man choked and clawed at the weapon lodged in his skin.

The glass in Sowande's hand clattered to the ground as Danny scampered away and within seconds of the blade penetrating his throat and Danny escaping, Sowande's head was sliced clean from his body, Sticks blade shining in the light as crimson liquid dribbled onto the ground with light splatters.

"Nice shot, kid." Stick praised, his head nodding in Olivia's direction as she stood frozen.

She broke from her stare, eyes drifting from the detached head to Danny who was unmoving on the ground, his eyes practically glued to the decapitated body next to him. Matt rushed forward, gripping Danny's arms and hauling the boy to his feet and as he stood straight he brought a hand to his neck, funning a finger along the small and light cut on his skin; thankful it hadn't cut deeper.

"You okay?" Olivia called out, having to clear her throat with a small cough as her words were strained.

Danny nodded, his voice coming out hoarse as he gripped Matt's shoulder to steady himself. "Yeah, uh-" He paused and stared down, his eyes finding the woman's pocket knife that had been released from the man's flesh when Sticks blade had sliced through.

The Iron Fist bent down and carefully scooped up the blade, doing his best to avoid staring at the blood that coated it. He approached the wolf with shaky legs and held out the crimson coated object, cringing at the metallic liquid that now clung to his skin, "-thanks"

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22-03-2020