CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE !
death comes to her
"contains; wounds...-,"
—proceed with caution
The night was still long, Y/n lay in his apartment with the lights off, and Stick made her come to with everything that had happened to her. This is why she was the person they knew her to be now; protective- impulsive, wanting everything to be perfect cause she wasn't growing up.
With a temptation inside of her to do something and not just sit down until she was better, Matt would know if she cooked to get her mind off of it or anything. Yet, she was still weak from almost dying only hours before.
Realizing she was almost spending her life, trying to gain his approval even in death. Trying to gain his approval through people who she truly loved like Matt. Tristan loved her before because he held her in his arms; he had his hand on her mother's stomach even when she couldn't kick yet.
Yet the same woman, who he had loved claimed to be with till death parts them, the same man killed the woman he loved. Poisoned her just enough to send her making her way to the hospital, the same woman who was protecting Y/n with her life, never laying a hand on the woman.
Y/n truly over-romanticized the feeling of loving Matt; This was the first time she had truly longed for a relationship. Tristan was the reason that she had blamed herself for things that weren't perfect, blamed herself for a failing relationship, not the other person.
It would've been different if a lover had hurt her, but no; the man that she had trusted since she was in the stomach, the one who swore to love her was supposed to take care of her.
It had felt like Matt was gone for hours, until the sounds of the door opening in the front. "Where did Stick go?" Matt questioned opening the door in front of him.
"I self-sabotage," Y/n muttered, laying with her arms resting under her head. Looking over at the suited man standing before her. "A lot- but you're the only person that loves me the way he never did" Instead of making a plan, or going over her words they just flowed out of her mouth like blessed water.
Walking over to the bed, Matt sat down beside her placing his hand on the back of the woman he loved. His hand rubbed against her arm, softly as if he was about to tell her bad news.
He was; taking off his glasses, and placing them on the nightstand that was cleaned. Matt's face softened his eyes trailing her, and Y/n looked into his soft eyes. "Yea" Matt agreed there was a soft chuckle to his mouth, nodding.
"I love broken people" Y/n confessed, "But I don't want to get rid of you"
"I'm always here," Matt nodded his head, a soft smile resting on the corners of his lips, he leaned down rubbing his fingers against the sides of her face softly, carefully. "But now, I'm going to order us Tai?"
"I'd love that" She muttered with a smile resting on the corner of her lips.
Matt had let go of Y/n, fully standing up so that he could go and find the menu that was somewhere in the apartment. He had walked out of the bedroom, waiting and just listening to her heart beating stability, it warmed him to feel that she was okay.
Y/n looked over at him, with her head down on the pillow and a smile resting on the corners of her lips; she was truly happy and didn't want to blame herself if all had gone to nothing but hell because of Stick and finding out her past.
She just wanted to focus on her and Matt, and only the two of them with no one else getting in the way. The two of them just comforted each other's souls that bonded with the tree of temptation withering their souls together for eternity.
Closing the door with his hand, Y/n listened to him disappearing behind the door. All of the sudden the sound of clutter filled her ears, furrowing her eyebrows. Y/n stood up carefully from the bed at the sounds of Matt's groaning.
She let out a whimper, holding onto her stomach. Walking over to the door she slid it open to reveal a ninja in the middle of fighting Matt; as if red came over her vision. She grabbed onto the bow not caring about her own injuries.
Before she had known it, she had landed on the floor causing her to groan and hold onto her stomach in pain. Her back hit the wood of Matt's floor, Hearing the sounds of Matt fighting, she crawled on the ground holding onto her stomach not knowing if the wound had continued to bleed because of the fall.
Looking over at Matt trying to throw punches at the ninja, but the ninja spun around kicking Matt square in the chest causing the blind man to slide against the wooden floor hitting his back against the wall. The ninja wearing black and red, had gone over grabbing onto his sword once more
Before making his way over to Matt who quickly stood up stopping himself from getting stabbed. The ninja tried to keep himself in the air, kicking and punching Matt in the process since the man couldn't hear anything when it came to his body.
Finally, the sword had gotten stuck in the wall, Matt punched the ninja once he tried to grab his sword out of the wall. Getting blows on the man's face angrily, since he had just broken into his home. Y/n continued to crawl on the floor making her way towards the kitchen.
The two men continued to fight, Matt getting beat. Multiple ninja stars had landed inside the furniture along with the walls. Matt had grabbed the guy, putting him into a choke hold after a lot of fighting, both of them breathing heavily trying to catch their breaths.
"Who do you work for?" Matt tried to get out, before pulling the mask off. It was just a young what looked to be a teenage boy. Panting down at the boy, Matt's head jolted out the side a little. "You're just a kid...Who you-"
Before Matt could finish he froze, Y/n had stabbed the man in the throat, causing blood to gush onto her white t-shirt. Matt panicked, his head turned up to her, blood splatter resting on his face, Y/n had a frown on the corners of her lips.
Silence ran through her head as if her gaze turned through her vision. It was as if she blacked out because Matt was in danger. Scarlet laced on her white clothing, dripping from her fingertips while the boy bled out.
Mutters came from his mouth, his eyes focused up her way. "What did you do?" Matt panted out of breath, scared and confused about everything. "Y/n?" Her eyes widened in horror about what she had done again to protect Matt.
Her hand was slowly shaking, dropping the knife causing it to clatter down on the wooden floor. "I wan- Fuck -wanted to protect you" She tried to get out, catching her breath because of everything that was going on in the moment before them.
Y/n had embraced Matt for who he was as a person. Even if when he met her, everything he had fallen in love with was a facade hiding her darkness. But he knew she would go to lengths to have Matt, and keep him safe.
Nerves bunched up in her stomach, causing her to bend over the floor throwing up; clenching her bruised and pained stomach. But something was happening with Matt, causing her to rush over to him; not caring that she was physically sickened by killing someone.
"Matthew!" Y/n shouted in panic, his body was almost shaking, and she panted lowering herself down and holding onto him. Nothing but panic and shame filled her body for not protecting him the way she was supposed to.
Words tried to come out of his mouth, while Y/n panicked trying to cover the hole that was near his heart, "You're okay," She panicked not knowing what to do at the moment, "You're going to be okay,"
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She needed help...not knowing what to do, and just full-blow panicking.
Elektra came right over when she heard what happened; making the same thing that Stick used to heal Y/n's body. The middle of the night had skipped around her, landing around three in the morning.
The sounds of Matt straining and struggling, made Y/n scrub the floor of blood harder trying to get her mind to block them out. Thankfully, Elektra knew people that could help clean up the house and put it back together.
Y/n knew she needed help, she needed to stop, yet she had every right it was self-defence and protection to kill the boy who broke into the house and almost killed Matt. She didn't stop and think about what she did before burying a knife into the neck of the boy not even caring that they were in Matt's apartment.
The men helped move Matt, to Y/n's apartment for his safety; since Stick, and Elektra had led the ninjas to Matt's apartment and they needed a break from the place for a little bit.
When daylight hit, she didn't get any sleep cause of everything that went on. Elektra had left once Matt was taken to Y/n's apartment. Making berry tea in the kitchen, with the blinds down in her house.
The television was on low, with the news playing early in the morning. Y/n had changed into a sweatshirt of hers and shorts, bleaching and spending half of the night trying to get blood out of one of Matt's work shirts.
Groaning came from the mouth of Matt, causing her to turn to her living room; where he lay on the couch with black sheets on his body, and a pillow resting behind his head lifting it softly.
Muttering and stammering over her words, scattering over to Matt so he didn't fall off of the couch. "Oh- um-ah...okay," She said, bending down in front of the couch; he groaned snapping back into himself. "Careful Matt,"
He sat up carefully, with her hand guiding his back up; there was a bandage resting on his chest, and his shirt removed scars resting across his body. Matt was silent, his eyes focused off in the distance from her.
"I didn't mean to wake you," She softly said, he didn't understand how her voice can be calm after what she had done knowing Y/n.
Not answering her question, he knew the truth. "Where is he?" Matt asked, Y/n fell silent, staring off at Matt pressing her lips together. "The boy,"
"I-um" She studdered over her words, Matt had licked his lips, staring over at her.
Wants an answer from his girlfriend, "The one you killed."
"Okay, uh" Shaking her head, and frowned a bit on her lips; pressing a smile into her lips and resting her finger against his neck softly. "I took care of it"
"Not it." Matt quietly said, "He"
Swallowing the lump in her throat, caused her to start rambling, Moving her finger off of him sitting in front of the man, looking at the ground rambling. "I know, there was a mess to clean up, so I did it- I had time to cover it up...I'm not good at this, I was just trying to protect you"
"He was a child, Y/n" Matt tried to get through her head.
She shook her head, staring up at him on her knees on the floor as he sat up on the couch. "We-I...Court law would say it's legitimate- they wouldn't find out..." Y/n panicked.
Matt shook his head softly, "It doesn't work that way"
"I don't know!" Y/n stood up, shrugging her shoulder; trying to calm herself down. "I told you, I took care of it, okay?"
Before getting fully up; turning on her heel cause of the fact she didn't want to have a panic attack and made her way to the kitchen to grab the squealing tea resting on the stove. Pouring the tea into two pink clay mugs, that the two have brought shopping.
"We need to figure out the hand, stuff; Elektra said they know we're onto them; So I did move you into here until then" Y/n finished, holding onto both of the teas and guiding them towards Matt. "And uh- I wanted to go to the bakery later so that I have an alibi if anyone does go looking for him"
Matt lowered his voice, not even staring the way of the tea but at the voice of the women walking towards him. "You told me, 'no killing'" Matt reminded her from the first moment they met as Daredevil and NightAngel.
"I-uh" Y/n stammers over her words.
"You said it last night before,-" Stammering for a second, "Before you blacked out, that you were sorry to Eden...and I haven't seen her or heard from her for the past weeks, Y/n...What happened to her?"
Going silent, placed the teas on the table; staying silent and biting her lip wanting to say anything. "You act on emotion, Y/n" Matt told her truthfully, it was one thing listening to those words from a therapist another listening to them coming from her soulmate. "You don't enjoy killing"
At this moment, Matt knew that Y/n and Frank Castle weren't that far off from each other. Both souls meet half ways, protecting the ones that they only act on the feeling of emotion and love. She had blamed herself for Matt getting hurt last night.
Y/n lowered herself onto the single chair, leaning on it and looking at her fiddling hands; feeling bad for everything that she had said or done. "That's the only way of protecting the one you love," Y/n muttered eyeing Matt, "Cause that's what you do Matt, I- I..."
Not even knowing anything she was saying yet trying to defend herself more, "I killed my dad, cause he hurt my mom...and me" Y/n simply put it not going into any detail. "The next person I killed was a man touching Leah at a bar, behind the alley; he was found the next day"
Matt's eyes softened towards her, Leah was the only one she had growing up; which made sense on why she was so overprotective over people she was close to. "I never told Leah, cause-....Once someone sees the darkness, they'll leave"
"Did you enjoy it?"
Going silent, Matt noted this, but she didn't enjoy it. That was just all she knew growing up, was to protect herself and the people she loved and held close to her. She was emotionally driven to do anything.
"You know, Stick taught me to never let anyone close...I fell in love with you," He confessed towards her, a small smile resting on the corners of her lips cause that's all she wanted. "Then you, that showed kindness, advantageous, that's who I fell in love with; the moment I saw you"
Y/n looked over at him, not knowing where he was going with this; taking a sip from her tea. "oh" She softly said, sitting up straight. Staring forward at him, not liking where this conversation was going. Her lips were pressed in a line, a dead look had taken over her face. "You don't understand me, you made me feel like you did; we're you happy?"
"All the time" Matt muttered.
"I killed objectively horrible people," Y/n justified herself, "I stopped for you, but you can beat men up to a pulp- meanwhile I'm here-"
Sitting up on the couch, with a sigh. Matt oddly looked directly her way, "You killed a kid Y/n,"
Y/n stared at him, blankly; "We are corrupting each other," Matt truthfully told her, and she continued to just look at him inhaling deeply. "We can't do this anymore..."
Rubbing her thumb inside of her hand, staring at the coffee table. "If it's Elektra, she's gone' Y/n tilted her head a little not giving up on Matt, "She kept her side of the deal, she hurt you-"
"Y/n" Matt tried to calm the woman down. "I gave you too many, I love her too much;"
Y/n went to open her mouth, before silencing herself; staring towards Matt. She didn't want him to leave, people leave, and it hurts her every time. Her eyes were red trying not to tear up, yet there were. Opening her mouth getting ready to say something again before silencing her words.
"Yeah," she silently said, softly. "That's fair,"
She thought life would turn out the way she wanted if she did it right. This didn't feel right letting him go, "Say something, else" He didn't want to end the two's relationship on the sound of her voice sounding like she didn't care.
Crossing her legs, Y/n looked dead at Matt; She believed he truly loved her yet something was getting in the way of them being together. Soulmates were supposed to stay together with each other and nothing was going to get in the way of that.
"No one will ever love you as I do, Matthew" She truthfully spoke, doe-eyed towards him. "Just something to think about,"
Matt stood up feeling his shirt on the couch; putting it over his body silently. "Goodbye, Y/n" She didn't say bye to him, silently looking off with a clenched jaw. He made his way over to the door, grabbing the walking stick Y/n put up against the wall.
Hearing the sound of the door shutting behind her, Y/n kept staring forward a teardrop fell down her cheek. The silence of the television was heard, in her ears. Nothing was around her but that, even silencing her.
Everything felt dark and alone; her sense of comfort just willingly walked out of the apartment.
She moved to wipe it off of her cheek turning to the television at the sounds of the news.
"Frank Castle is being held in a high-security prison, waiting for the penalty of death" Moving her gaze over to the television seeing the face of the reason her and Matt's relationship had gone to shit.