Sensations of Victory

by Greenygal

Just a little sensory experimentation, here. Set at the end of DAREDEVIL #49.


You taste the gritty dirt where he knocked you to the street; the coppery warmth of your blood; the choking bile in your throat.

You hear the shaking voice of the woman he tried to kill; the raging hammer of your heartbeat; the gasping, helpless noises from his mouth.

You smell the violet hint of her scent on his hands; the growing acrid reek of his sweat; the sick-sweet aroma of oozing blood.

You feel the stabbing aches of your bruises and burns; the shape of his body, struggling against you; your grip on the blood-slick weapon you hold above him.

But you see nothing--nothing at all--but the darkness.



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