Night had fallen over Hell's Kitchen. John walked the streets, using his super-hearing to scan for troublemakers among the overly enthusiastic citizens. Isn't Hell's Kitchen supposed to be chaotic? No one's tried to rob me after all this time, he thought, amusement flickering in his mind.
Suddenly, the sharp crack of gunfire echoed nearby. John quickly activated his X-ray vision and spotted a figure in a tight suit with yellow sleeves and a red chest—a blind vigilante wielding a stick—dodging bullets as he closed in on a gangster. Nearby stood a woman who had just been robbed.
Is that Daredevil? But his suit's supposed to be all red... This yellow and red one is also blind. Whatever, better keep my distance from these superheroes.
With that, John pulled a Captain America mask from his backpack, pulled it over his face, and slipped away toward the other side of Hell's Kitchen.
Meanwhile, Daredevil moved with blinding speed, using his stick to deflect incoming bullets while closing the gap between him and the robber. With a swift strike, he knocked the criminal unconscious and returned the stolen bag to the woman. After she hurried away, Daredevil punched the gangster's head, but paused abruptly — a sharp frown creasing beneath his mask — when a scream pierced the night. Without hesitation, he dashed toward the source of distress.
At the same moment, John grabbed the recently robbed gangster roughly, lifting him off the ground. He rifled through the man's pockets and pocketed several banknotes.
"Since you rob others, expect to be robbed yourself," he said coldly.
The thug was thrown hard into a wall, screaming in pain, but John only shook his head. This is too little.
As John prepared to seek out his next target, the gang member staggered to his feet, spitting blood, then brandished a pistol and aimed it at John. "Look here, freak! I'm gonna kill you!"
"Freak?" John's eyes glowed an eerie red as he turned slowly toward the man.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The gangster emptied the magazine at John, who barely flinched. The bullets pinged harmlessly against his shirt collar and fell to the ground with clinks.
The robber stared, shocked, at his useless gun. Suddenly, twin red laser beams shot forth from John's eyes, severing the gangster's arm holding the pistol. The man screamed in agony.
John approached, looming over the wounded man. Ignoring the pitiful cries, he whispered coldly, "What did you just call me? Say it again, if you dare."
The gangster gritted his teeth through the searing pain and mustered courage. "You're a freak. I'm with the Crips. My boss will–"
Before he could finish, a sharp "Stop!" echoed, followed by a piercing scream that abruptly ended.
"Stop! He doesn't deserve to die! The police should judge him!" Daredevil's voice rang out as he struck John forcefully across the chest with his stick.
John tore the criminal apart like a rag, while the blow glanced off his head with a metallic clang. He glanced at Daredevil, blood staining his figure.
"Why are there useless blind men everywhere?" John sneered.
"Useless? Just wait," Daredevil snapped, charging with his iron stick. It struck John's head hard with a metallic sound, but sensing danger, Daredevil backflipped out of the way just before a laser beam scorched the spot he'd occupied.
"Is that suit made from your father's boxing uniform, you blind flea?" John mocked, eyes glowing red. Daredevil's senses screamed as heat flared in John's eyes; he dodged backward cautiously.
John charged and fired his cyclops beam, but his aim was off. Daredevil narrowly escaped the blast.
Damn, why am I so unskilled with my Cyclops? The charge time's too long, John mused.
Maybe I should let him live this time. He still has a master—the Chaste leader. Killing Matt now would expose me and ruin my superhero plan.
John gulped and realized he couldn't be reckless. Though I can kill these fools easily, the backlash from the Chaste will be a nightmare. They're a rabble, but if they come hunting, it'll be hell.
Seizing the moment, John flew forward and landed a solid punch to Daredevil's stomach. The blow dropped Daredevil to his knees, blood spurting from his mouth.
John pressed his foot to Daredevil's head, coldly deciding, I'll deal with him after his story finishes—he's lucky for now.
"Matt, I don't want anyone knowing what happened. If word leaks, I'll wipe out your entire family. Got it?" John's voice was ice as he released Daredevil and took off with a whoosh.
Left coughing and bleeding, Daredevil leaned against the wall. He has scruples. That's why he spared me.
Touching his blood-soaked chest, Daredevil thought grimly, Maybe I should get an all-red suit so no one notices the blood if I bleed. Then he stumbled off toward his law office.
Back at home, John cleaned blood from his clothes, plotting his path to worldwide acceptance. The idea of being surrounded by people excited him—but grimness returned remembering his mercy toward Matt.
When I become a superhero, even if I kill in front of them, the ignorant masses will cheer and applaud. Humans are my toys. I'll bend the world to my will.
High above, John vented his frustration to the empty sky, letting out wild laughter.
"Damn it! Hahahahahaha!"
A blazing red laser beam shot upward, piercing through the night sky like a beacon of chaos.
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