Invisible String

Final mission part 3

"What about you." He breathes shakily. He was going to loose her. In that moment he notices the girl he's spent so much time trying to protect is sacrificing herself. For him.

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Jules takes a deep breath. Knowing Matt had heard her. She can feel her heart breaking, crumbling. But she must do this. Jules rifles through her memories on escaping from situations like these. Breaking zip ties. She roughly pulls the end with her teeth, tightening it as much as she can. She lifts her hands up above her head and smashes them quickly down against her thighs. She does this a few times and finally the zip ties break. She massages her wrist, and unties her feet. Jules gets up swiftly and exits the room.

Jules comes face to face with a burly six-foot tall man. Jameson must've put him there to keep guard. He smiles slyly and shakes his head. "Oh, where are you going beautiful?" His hands surges forward. Jules catches his punch, twists his arm. She maneuvers her body wrapping her legs around his neck, tackling him to the ground. She tightens her legs around his neck to choke him. He gurgles, struggling against her.

The man reaches for his belt brandishing a sharp knife. He pushes it upwards cutting Jules slightly on the arm. She winces in pain. But still keeps the tension around his neck. She grabs at the knife. They both wrestle for it. However, she manages to jab the knife down towards him, stabbing him in his side. "Ahh, your going to fucking pay for that!" Jules releases her grip on him standing up while he moans on the floor. She automatically kicks him in the head, knocking him out cold. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." She scoffs.

Jules looks down the corridor, figuring out Matt was probably being kept in one of these rooms. She figures it will only be a matter of time until he will work out how to escape. She has to do this quickly. "I'm sorry." She whispers into the void. "I'm sorry."

Jules takes off down the hall. She prints down the floors, taking the emergency stairs all the way down to the ground floor. If she sets the fire of from the bottom, it will quickly spread upwards. The vent system is well ventilated so it will work. She runs across a rickety platform; the floor is quite a few feet away. Here goes nothing. She jumps towards one of the pipes in the ceiling. She swings slightly gaining more momentum each time and then finally she launches her feet upwards, breaking through into the large vent in the ceiling. She positions her foot infront of her, ripping the sole apart the usb bomb falls out. Jules handles it carefully and switches the on button. No going back now, it's going to blow in 30 seconds.

She makes her way back and just on time she hears the explosion. BOOM! The sheer force of the explosion knocks Jules against the wall, disorientating her. But she pushes her body until she's standing upright breathing heavily, leaning against the wall. Now to find Jameson.

The new fire is now tearing the place apart. People move in a crazed panic, clamoring to reach the evacuation points. Jules doesn't even notice. She's too focused. On the mission. Water starts to leak into the facility, slowly filling up the floors. Jules goes to the conference room. He'd probably be there. She pushes the door open. Jameson sits at the head of the table, they lock eyes. "You just don't do what you're told do you." Jules shrugs walking closer to him. "Your time is up Banks. The fire is spreading. This is it."

"Don't do this Jules."

She takes another step.

"What, finish what you started all those years ago?" Jameson pulls out a gun, pointing it at Jules chest. "Don't make me do this Jules, please."

"When you abused and tortured me." She continues.

Another step. "Jules, I love you."

"Abuse Jameson, that's not love. Your incapable of loving anyone. You're a twisted sadistic psychopath. You. Can't. Love." His hand shakes. "D-don't say that."

"What, the truth?"

"The fact that you stole so much away from me. You took away my innocence. You, Jameson Banks. You fucking did that." 

The door creaks. "Jules." She stiffens not even turning. Matt had fought through various guards to get up to this level. "Matt, get the fuck out of here."  Matt gradually walks closer to her. "I'm not leaving you Jules."

"I'm trying to fix this." She says through gritted teeth.

"Jameson put the gun down." Matt instructs, stepping a little closer to Jules.

Jameson holds Jules with his contemptful glare, his mouth contorts into a scowl. "You ungrateful little bitch!" He spits. "After everything I've done! To show you that I care! That I want you!" He bangs his fist against the table. "The only way I can save you know is to truly cleanse you." He squeezes the trigger.

It's like the moment is put on fast forward. Everyone is moving faster than they mean to. Then it unpasues. Matt is standing infront of Jules, he clutches his chest. He falls to the floor. Jules eyes go wide, and she loses it. She launches herself at Jameson, knocking the gun out of his hand. He grabs her by the neck slamming her head against the wall. "This wouldn't have to happen if you just listened!" He says thickly. Jules slightly dazed, kicks him in the shins. He falls to one knee. Jules pries his hand from her neck. "Fuck you." She growls. Jules then punches him in the jaw before he can grab her waist. Jameson falls backwards clutching at his nose. She kicks him in the side. "Stop!" he moans. Jules lands another blow to the side of his head. "How does it feel to no longer be in control!" The anger invades every inch of her being. She grabs the gun moving over Jameson's body she bashes it over his face. "This is how you, made me feel." His skin bruises and splits. She repeats the action. Again. And again. "Ju- "She switches to using her fists punching him until his face is a bloody disfigured mess. Blood pours out of his mouth and his eyes are swollen. Jules leans in close. Putting her hands on each side of his head. "I told you. Your time. is. Up. This is for all the people you've hurt and killed." She snaps his neck.

Jules breathes raggedly. Her vision slightly blurry. The silence is deafening. She drops Jameson's head, he stays still. She feels stunned. Overwhelmed. A wave of relief and then disgust for herself. Did she really just do that? She scoots backwards quickly, away from his mutilated body. Then it hits her. Matty.

She looks over to him where he lays struggling to breathe. A pool of blood surrounds his body. "No no no!" she yells hovering over him. Jules looks around in a dazed panic. An ominous creak echoes from around the facility. It's going down. "Jules." Matt whispers. She strokes his cheek. "Hey Matt, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I need to help you up; we have to get you help." Matt grips onto her arm. "Jules I I cant." Tears stream down her face. "Come on." She puts her upright palm to his and touches her forehead to Matt's. She presses her lips against his.

"Please I'm begging you." Matt coughs. "You were wrong you know." Jules frowns. "Your name is not tainted. New York needs you too." He strokes her cheek. "You have so much still to offer, you just need to see it." He smiles. "I always have." Jules cries and grasps both of his hands tightly. "Matty."

"Shush... it's okay. Baby its okay. I chose to jump infront of that bullet." Matt's voice weakens. "Don't blame yourself for a minute, okay?" Jules sniffles. "I never... I never got to say that, that I love you. I love you, Matthew Murdock." He smiles softly. "I know sweetheart. I know." Then he drifts away.