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Daredevil:The nights are lovely, dark and deep (But I'll appear when you're asleep) by StripedScribe
The nights are lovely, dark and deep (But I'll appear when you're asleep) (Foggy-Matt | PG13 | 7,860 words): While chasing down a cult in Hell's Kitchen, Matt gets taken and Foggy has to find him. This is a perfect Halloween-y fic with a tense atmosphere as the plot unfolds.
Excerpt:
The list of missing in Hell's Kitchen never grew shorter. Eventually those who couldn't be missed would be declared dead, chased by banks and tax collectors after years of nothing. They'd been doing this for years. Decades even, a same monster beneath the ground supposedly demanding human flesh.
Each night he gained more information, and yet remained equally lost as to how to stop them. Injuries stacked up from distraction, from listening to conversations blocks away in hope of catching the right breadcrumb. Stitches he couldn't stretch, strained muscles that wouldn't relax as hard as he would try.
But even the worst injuries would be ignored in favour of running to a crying child. Of leaping over a rooftop and barely pausing as a wound ripped open, as her screams continued for her dad.
Excerpt:
The list of missing in Hell's Kitchen never grew shorter. Eventually those who couldn't be missed would be declared dead, chased by banks and tax collectors after years of nothing. They'd been doing this for years. Decades even, a same monster beneath the ground supposedly demanding human flesh.
Each night he gained more information, and yet remained equally lost as to how to stop them. Injuries stacked up from distraction, from listening to conversations blocks away in hope of catching the right breadcrumb. Stitches he couldn't stretch, strained muscles that wouldn't relax as hard as he would try.
But even the worst injuries would be ignored in favour of running to a crying child. Of leaping over a rooftop and barely pausing as a wound ripped open, as her screams continued for her dad.