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The bed is cold and Zeus is whimpering.

I try to stay asleep, denial of the inevitable a powerful motivator. As long as I don’t wake up, I can convince myself this is just a dream. Ellen is awake in the next room, feeding the baby. Zeus is upset because she closed the door behind her, trapping him inside with me. The comfort of dreaming makes the lie sound too much like the truth. My heart doesn’t even skip a beat, it’s so convincing.

But then Alex starts to cry — starts to shriek — for his mother, and the illusion is shattered within the space of two breaths.

I ought to be angry. I ought to shout and scream and try to find someone to hit, because there’s always someone to hit. Instead I swallow down all the hurt and fear, and get out of bed to take care of a screaming infant.

I get Alex through the usual morning routine, the dog glued to my side all the while. I don’t have the heart to push him away. I’m numb, body on autopilot while my mind checks out, and as long as he’s not under my feet, he can stay there.

She left me with our six-month-old son and her damn dog. She just left. The idea strikes me as absurd hours later, and I start to laugh, a big, belly laugh that bounces off the walls, filling my ears with incredulity, and I’m still laughing when there’s a knock at the door.

Date: 2014-06-16 06:18 am (UTC)
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Natalya had only hesitated a moment before rapping her knuckles on the door. She could hear Matt laughing, but nothing else, and there was an edge to it, a tone that sounded an alarm bell in her mind. She frowned and gave it a moment, then opened the door and stepped in, Ahimsa peering politely around her and then waiting outside as Natalya took a few steps into the front room.

"Matt?"

Date: 2014-06-16 06:42 am (UTC)
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"Yes," she replied evenly, stepping further in, scanning the room for any sign that another person was there. Her heartbeat was painful in her chest and her stomach had dropped. She walked over until she was close enough to offer Zero her palm as always, standing near enough to Matt to touch him, but refraining from doing so.

"Who else is not?"

Date: 2014-06-16 07:42 pm (UTC)
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After a quick reaffirming squeeze to Zeus' muzzle, Natalya finished crossing to Matt and knelt, feeling the familiar, sick, bubbling up sensation of panic cut with incredulity and helplessness.

"People sometimes disappear to other parts of the island. I will look."
Edited Date: 2014-06-17 04:29 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-08-02 09:18 pm (UTC)
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She didn't, not for a second, but Matt was on the verge of snapping. Or collapse.

"I do not know," she murmured, and lifted her hands to slowly clasp them over Matt's.

"I fear it is not. But still, we will look."

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Matt Murdock, also known as the vigilante, Daredevil, is a Marvel Comics character created by Stan Lee and Bill Everett in 1964.

June 2014

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