His name is Matt Murdock, and this is the worst day of his life.
His arms and legs are bound by rope tied to a chair, and he's fairly certain he's in some kind of warehouse.
The voices of the people around him Echo off the walls, they can't hear it, but he can. He can also hear their heartbeats, four of them, though one of them remains hidden from the rest.
Standing in front of him is the man responsible for his current state, a killer for hire known as Bullseye. Behind him, his greatest enemy, the Kingpin, and his fiancée, Karen Page, whom he's just discovered, are working hand in hand against him.
The fourth heartbeat belongs to a man named Frank Castle, also known as the Punisher. Matt isn't exactly sure what his stake is in all this, or why he chooses to remain hidden, but he knows that when it comes down to it, he's a powerful ally.
# # # # #
Bullseye had been beating the life out of Matt before the Kingpin interrupted him.
"Didn't I tell you to stick with the plan?" the gargantuan man asked.
"This is more fun boss," Bullseye laughed. "Besides he was bound to find out eventually."
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," Karen screamed.
Matt laughed, and it quickly became a cough, a small amount of blood sprayed from his mouth.
"Exactly how was this supposed to happen, Karen?" he asked.
His only answer came in the form of a boot, into his abdomen.
"Shut up Devil Man!" Bullseye laughed.
Matt coughed up more blood.
"Stop it!" Karen screamed.
"Or what, love? You gonna come protect your little boyfriend?"
"Enough, Bullseye," the Kingpin ordered. "I think he's had enough."
"No, no I don't think he has."
Matt could hear the man's footsteps as he moved behind him. He felt the ropes loosen against his wrists, and heard their soft falls to the concrete floor. Next came the ropes that bound his feet, and Matt took advantage of the situation.
His left foot hit Bullseye squarely in the jaw, then his right connected to the man's temple. Matt heard a small gasp of air escape from Bullseye's mouth, and his pulse sped up rapidly.
"Good, I was hoping for a fight," the assassin smiled, quickly getting to his feet.
"You've got one," Matt muttered, charging the man.
Bullseye stepped to the side and attempted to trip the man up, but Matt surprised him. Rolling with the fall, Matt regained his composure quickly and retaliated with a sweeping kick that sent Bullseye to the ground hard.
"Not bad," Bullseye laughed.
"I've got more," Matt smiled, bringing his elbow down onto the man's chest.
Bullseye let out a gasp, regained his breath and began laughing again.
Matt rolled away, allowing Bullseye to get back to his feet. The killer smiled and began walking slowly towards Matt.
A deafening shot rang through Matt's ears and Bullseye stopped. A look of pure shock crossed the man's face before he dropped to his knees.
Matt smelled the gunpowder, and could've guessed who was holding the smoking gun.
"The price for failure, Mr. Murdock, is death," the Kingpin said, lowering the weapon. "My instructions to Bullseye were very specific, and he failed to comply, now I will have to finish this myself."
Matt didn't wait for the Kingpin to make his move; he immediately rushed towards the behemoth. Surprisingly he was met with brutal force from his bride-to-be, Karen.
He felt her arm around his waist, her nails digging through his shirt and into his skin, then he felt the concrete once more as she took him down.
"I'm afraid not, Matt," she silently spoke.
"What the hell are you doing Karen?" he asked.
"What I have to, and right now that means protecting Fisk."
"No Karen, whatever he has over you…we can fight it."
"That's just it Matt, I'm doing this because I want to," Karen said, standing to her feet.
The words stunned Matt to his very soul. He stood slowly to his feet, feeling as if every ounce of strength had been siphoned from his body.
"Karen," the Kingpin spoke, "finish him."
She smiled then let loose a kick that sent him once again to the floor.
"Nothing to say to that?" she asked, sending another kick to his stomach.
The Kingpin laughed as she sent the heel of her foot into his lower back.
"You see, Mr. Murdock, even you can't avoid the wrath of the Kingpin."
Matt felt his blood begin to boil. The man behind him was responsible for almost everything bad in his life, and he was about to have the last laugh. Matt grabbed Karen's ankle, sending her to floor, then quickly stood to his feet. He leapt towards the man, tackling him to the ground.
Wilson Fisk was caught by surprise when his body hit the floor. The gun he'd been holding flew from one hand, his cane from the other, and he found himself unable to catch his breath. Matt wasted no time, as he began to repeatedly pound his fists into the man's face.
Not one to take a beating, the Kingpin countered with his own blows. Matt felt his bottom lip split then felt the sharp pain of knuckles to his cheek, but he did not relent, not willingly. He felt Karen's shoe once more, this time it was to the side of his skull, and then his world became hazy.
Fisk stood up slowly, reaching for his cane. Once the behemoth regained his composure, he approached Matt.
"You cannot win, Mr. Murdock, I've seen to that, I assure-Agh!"
His words were cut off by the sound of gunfire. Matt heard the Kingpin's massive body fall to the floor, followed by the sound of maniacal laughter. Bullseye.
Though he could not see it, Matt knew exactly what had happened. Fisk had dropped the gun; Bullseye had regained consciousness, and retaliated for the earlier attack. Matt could hear the Kingpins heart still beating, but his pulse was slowing.
He listened to Karen's footsteps as she attempted to retreat.
"Not so fast," Bullseye said, firing another shot. Matt heard it strike a metal girder above them, ricocheting into the darkness.
The Kingpin tried to speak, but the words could not come.
"Not so hot now, are we fat man?" Bullseye asked.
"Bullseye," Karen began.
"Shut up, no one's going anywhere, not until I finish my business with the Devil."
Matt smiled.
"What are you so happy about?"
"Me," came a voice from the shadows.
Bullseye turned, only to be met by a punch to the chest from Frank Castle's fist.
Karen turned, and ran, taking advantage of the momentary interruption. Matt listened as she began to climb a nearby staircase. He froze momentarily, knowing that the Punisher would spare no mercy to Bullseye, but he knew he might loose Karen forever.
He heard a door open and realized she'd made it to the roof. He took off after her as Frank began to work over Bullseye. He heard the sound of clip being loaded into a gun as his feet touched the first step. By the time he'd reached the door a gunshot rang out.
He had not heard either man cry out, nor had their hearts stopped. He paused once more before deciding that Karen was his only concern. The cool, sourly sweet New York air pelted him in the face as he opened the door.
"Karen!" he screamed, his ears attempting to hone in on her heart and drown out the sounds of the city.
"Stay away from me Matt, just leave it alone."
He zeroed in on her voice, dashing towards her.
"Stop, please," he begged.
She turned to face him.
"It's over, Matt. Just let it go."
"Just tell me why, Karen. Why did you do this? I thought you loved me?"
"That was a long time ago, Matt."
Matt walked slowly towards her as sirens began to echo through his ears.
"Please, we can work this out, just wait for the police, well straighten it out, I promise."
He was only a few feet away now, and he began to reach for her.
"No, please Matt, don't come any closer."
He heard the desperation in her voice, and the wind gusting through an alley below them, then realized she was standing near the edge of the building.
"Don't do it Karen."
"Then move out of my way. Let me go."
"I-I can't do that Karen."
"Then you leave me no choice."
The sirens were much closer now.
"You'd rather die than face up to what you've done?"
"We're talking about murder charges Matt."
"You didn't kill anyone, Karen."
"No, but I was part of it. I'll get life."
"No, you can plea bargain, I'll see to it that you don't."
"I'm not going to jail, Matt…I can't."
He heard her left foot take a step backwards, and he leapt towards her. Her pulse sped up rapidly as his finger closed around her wrists. Her weight almost pulled Matt over the side with her, but Matt held strong.
"This isn't the answer, Karen. Hold on to my arm."
"I'm sorry Matt, for everything."
Her heartbeat slowed as she closed her hand around his arm, digging her fingernails into his skin.
Matt screamed in pain, fighting his instinct to let go. Blood began flow down his arm, but still his grip held.
Karen loosened her hold, and began to turn her wrist until she began to slip.
"No, Karen," Matt pleaded, holding as tight as he could.
"It's done Matt."
Tears began to stream down his cheeks as he realized he was once again going to loose the woman he loved. Despite his efforts, her struggle proved too much, and Matt lost her.
"No!" he cried, listening to the sound of her body as it plummeted towards the earth and concrete below. Her heart beat slowed, and the sounds of the city threatened to overwhelm him. His heart held onto the hope that she would survive the fall, but her heart stopped, breaking his.
The tears poured now, as he screamed into the night. Sirens bombarded his eardrums now; they were only a few blocks away.
Matt stood slowly, stumbling to the door, wanting nothing more than to hold Karen once again. Reaching the stairs, he collapsed into a ball. After a few seconds he gathered his remaining courage and made his way to the ground floor.
Only two heartbeats greeted him in the darkness, neither of which belonged to the Punisher. Using his radar senses, Matt began to make his way to the exit. He stumbled once more, this time over the Kingpin's cane, and fell to the floor hard. His eyes welled once more with tears, then his world went to black.
# # # # #
Outside the sirens finally reached the warehouse, with EMS, police, and firefighters pouring out of their vehicles and into the building.
Officer Chapman was the first through the door. He surveyed the situation, and saw that there were three bodies lying on the floor. He approached them and saw that only one was moving. He kneeled, placing his free hand on the man's shoulder.
Wilson Fisk let out a small grunt as he turned to face the police officer. The young man recognized him on the spot.
"The-the man you want is right there," he said, pointing towards Matt's body.
Officer Chapman stood, walking towards the still body. He noticed the gun in his left hand immediately, and quickly kicked it away.
"He's the one that shot me. He also shot the other man, his partner, Bullseye."
"I need a medic in here, now!" Chapman screamed. "Don't worry Mr. Fisk, we'll get you patched up right away."
# # # # #
Epilogue
One month later…
Wilson Fisk glanced at the headline of the newspaper that lay on his desk.
The Daily Bugle
Assistant District Attorney Charged in Murder Conspiracy
He let out a small chuckle that immediately turned into a violent coughing fit. His health had been steadily declining since he'd lost the use of his legs weeks ago.
"Small price to pay," he muttered, looking at the wheelchair that now served as his means of moving about.
A small knock at his office door turned his attention away from the paper. His eyes darted towards the security monitors, knowing what they'd see.
Outside the door, dressed in a light brown trench coat and hat, stood the only visitor his guards had been instructed to allow this far. The door buzzed and she opened it, strolling inside quickly.
"It's nice to know that at least one of my employees can follow instructions," he laughed.
"You said one month, it's been one month."
"Yes, you've been quite the loyalist."
"With all due respect, you're damn lucky with what happened to Bullseye," she smirked.
"You mean the bullet to the head, and the resulting memory loss? My dear Copycat, it may not have worked out the way I planned it, but I assure you, the Kingpin would have come out on top, no matter what."
She walked towards his desk, removing a small bottle from her purse.
"Here's your perfume back, I'm assuming I won't need it anymore."
"No…no I think this time Karen Page is dead for good, and you have no idea how valuable that 'perfume' is, nor the lengths to which I went just to create it."
"I just want my paycheck."
"Of course, of course."
Fisk painfully reached under his desk, lifting a suitcase, handing it to the blue skinned woman standing across from him.
"I'll assume it's all there," she smiled.
"And I'll assume your lips will remained sealed on this matter forever."
She ran her fingers across her lips swiftly and nodded briefly.
"Then, you'll excuse me if I don't see you to the door…"
"Just one more thing…"
"Ah, the elusive question of why," he laughed.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," she smiled. "Why got to all that trouble? Hiring a shape shifter, creating a chemical agent designed to throw off his senses? I spent months following the woman before her death, which I'll assume you had a hand in orchestrating, stealing her medical records, training myself to mimic her down to the heartbeat. Why go to that much trouble just to set a man up, when it would've been much easier to just kill him?"
The Kingpin of crime only laughed.
"You're money's all there, Miss Carlyle, and as for your questions, I cannot say, now if you please, I have work to do."
She smiled and walked towards the door.
"You know where to find me should you need my services," she said before opening it.
"That I do Vanessa, that I do."
He heard her footsteps echoing in the hall briefly before the door closed.
Wilson Fisk pulled back on the electronic controls of his wheelchair, removing himself from behind the desk. Turning himself around he slowly approached the window behind him. The motor hummed briefly as the Kingpin leaned forward.
"Checkmate Mr. Murdock," he laughed.
His eyes gazed down upon the city…his city. The sun was setting, and Wilson Fisk knew there had never been a more beautiful day.
Authors Note
I'd like to take a few minutes to just thank everyone who supported the book, especially Dino for giving me the chance to write it, and to Jason for taking the reigns and allowing me to leave him in a very unsettling position. It's been a wild ride, and I hope everyone here enjoyed it, I know I did.
-Logan Polk
His arms and legs are bound by rope tied to a chair, and he's fairly certain he's in some kind of warehouse.
The voices of the people around him Echo off the walls, they can't hear it, but he can. He can also hear their heartbeats, four of them, though one of them remains hidden from the rest.
Standing in front of him is the man responsible for his current state, a killer for hire known as Bullseye. Behind him, his greatest enemy, the Kingpin, and his fiancée, Karen Page, whom he's just discovered, are working hand in hand against him.
The fourth heartbeat belongs to a man named Frank Castle, also known as the Punisher. Matt isn't exactly sure what his stake is in all this, or why he chooses to remain hidden, but he knows that when it comes down to it, he's a powerful ally.
# # # # #
Bullseye had been beating the life out of Matt before the Kingpin interrupted him.
"Didn't I tell you to stick with the plan?" the gargantuan man asked.
"This is more fun boss," Bullseye laughed. "Besides he was bound to find out eventually."
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," Karen screamed.
Matt laughed, and it quickly became a cough, a small amount of blood sprayed from his mouth.
"Exactly how was this supposed to happen, Karen?" he asked.
His only answer came in the form of a boot, into his abdomen.
"Shut up Devil Man!" Bullseye laughed.
Matt coughed up more blood.
"Stop it!" Karen screamed.
"Or what, love? You gonna come protect your little boyfriend?"
"Enough, Bullseye," the Kingpin ordered. "I think he's had enough."
"No, no I don't think he has."
Matt could hear the man's footsteps as he moved behind him. He felt the ropes loosen against his wrists, and heard their soft falls to the concrete floor. Next came the ropes that bound his feet, and Matt took advantage of the situation.
His left foot hit Bullseye squarely in the jaw, then his right connected to the man's temple. Matt heard a small gasp of air escape from Bullseye's mouth, and his pulse sped up rapidly.
"Good, I was hoping for a fight," the assassin smiled, quickly getting to his feet.
"You've got one," Matt muttered, charging the man.
Bullseye stepped to the side and attempted to trip the man up, but Matt surprised him. Rolling with the fall, Matt regained his composure quickly and retaliated with a sweeping kick that sent Bullseye to the ground hard.
"Not bad," Bullseye laughed.
"I've got more," Matt smiled, bringing his elbow down onto the man's chest.
Bullseye let out a gasp, regained his breath and began laughing again.
Matt rolled away, allowing Bullseye to get back to his feet. The killer smiled and began walking slowly towards Matt.
A deafening shot rang through Matt's ears and Bullseye stopped. A look of pure shock crossed the man's face before he dropped to his knees.
Matt smelled the gunpowder, and could've guessed who was holding the smoking gun.
"The price for failure, Mr. Murdock, is death," the Kingpin said, lowering the weapon. "My instructions to Bullseye were very specific, and he failed to comply, now I will have to finish this myself."
Matt didn't wait for the Kingpin to make his move; he immediately rushed towards the behemoth. Surprisingly he was met with brutal force from his bride-to-be, Karen.
He felt her arm around his waist, her nails digging through his shirt and into his skin, then he felt the concrete once more as she took him down.
"I'm afraid not, Matt," she silently spoke.
"What the hell are you doing Karen?" he asked.
"What I have to, and right now that means protecting Fisk."
"No Karen, whatever he has over you…we can fight it."
"That's just it Matt, I'm doing this because I want to," Karen said, standing to her feet.
The words stunned Matt to his very soul. He stood slowly to his feet, feeling as if every ounce of strength had been siphoned from his body.
"Karen," the Kingpin spoke, "finish him."
She smiled then let loose a kick that sent him once again to the floor.
"Nothing to say to that?" she asked, sending another kick to his stomach.
The Kingpin laughed as she sent the heel of her foot into his lower back.
"You see, Mr. Murdock, even you can't avoid the wrath of the Kingpin."
Matt felt his blood begin to boil. The man behind him was responsible for almost everything bad in his life, and he was about to have the last laugh. Matt grabbed Karen's ankle, sending her to floor, then quickly stood to his feet. He leapt towards the man, tackling him to the ground.
Wilson Fisk was caught by surprise when his body hit the floor. The gun he'd been holding flew from one hand, his cane from the other, and he found himself unable to catch his breath. Matt wasted no time, as he began to repeatedly pound his fists into the man's face.
Not one to take a beating, the Kingpin countered with his own blows. Matt felt his bottom lip split then felt the sharp pain of knuckles to his cheek, but he did not relent, not willingly. He felt Karen's shoe once more, this time it was to the side of his skull, and then his world became hazy.
Fisk stood up slowly, reaching for his cane. Once the behemoth regained his composure, he approached Matt.
"You cannot win, Mr. Murdock, I've seen to that, I assure-Agh!"
His words were cut off by the sound of gunfire. Matt heard the Kingpin's massive body fall to the floor, followed by the sound of maniacal laughter. Bullseye.
Though he could not see it, Matt knew exactly what had happened. Fisk had dropped the gun; Bullseye had regained consciousness, and retaliated for the earlier attack. Matt could hear the Kingpins heart still beating, but his pulse was slowing.
He listened to Karen's footsteps as she attempted to retreat.
"Not so fast," Bullseye said, firing another shot. Matt heard it strike a metal girder above them, ricocheting into the darkness.
The Kingpin tried to speak, but the words could not come.
"Not so hot now, are we fat man?" Bullseye asked.
"Bullseye," Karen began.
"Shut up, no one's going anywhere, not until I finish my business with the Devil."
Matt smiled.
"What are you so happy about?"
"Me," came a voice from the shadows.
Bullseye turned, only to be met by a punch to the chest from Frank Castle's fist.
Karen turned, and ran, taking advantage of the momentary interruption. Matt listened as she began to climb a nearby staircase. He froze momentarily, knowing that the Punisher would spare no mercy to Bullseye, but he knew he might loose Karen forever.
He heard a door open and realized she'd made it to the roof. He took off after her as Frank began to work over Bullseye. He heard the sound of clip being loaded into a gun as his feet touched the first step. By the time he'd reached the door a gunshot rang out.
He had not heard either man cry out, nor had their hearts stopped. He paused once more before deciding that Karen was his only concern. The cool, sourly sweet New York air pelted him in the face as he opened the door.
"Karen!" he screamed, his ears attempting to hone in on her heart and drown out the sounds of the city.
"Stay away from me Matt, just leave it alone."
He zeroed in on her voice, dashing towards her.
"Stop, please," he begged.
She turned to face him.
"It's over, Matt. Just let it go."
"Just tell me why, Karen. Why did you do this? I thought you loved me?"
"That was a long time ago, Matt."
Matt walked slowly towards her as sirens began to echo through his ears.
"Please, we can work this out, just wait for the police, well straighten it out, I promise."
He was only a few feet away now, and he began to reach for her.
"No, please Matt, don't come any closer."
He heard the desperation in her voice, and the wind gusting through an alley below them, then realized she was standing near the edge of the building.
"Don't do it Karen."
"Then move out of my way. Let me go."
"I-I can't do that Karen."
"Then you leave me no choice."
The sirens were much closer now.
"You'd rather die than face up to what you've done?"
"We're talking about murder charges Matt."
"You didn't kill anyone, Karen."
"No, but I was part of it. I'll get life."
"No, you can plea bargain, I'll see to it that you don't."
"I'm not going to jail, Matt…I can't."
He heard her left foot take a step backwards, and he leapt towards her. Her pulse sped up rapidly as his finger closed around her wrists. Her weight almost pulled Matt over the side with her, but Matt held strong.
"This isn't the answer, Karen. Hold on to my arm."
"I'm sorry Matt, for everything."
Her heartbeat slowed as she closed her hand around his arm, digging her fingernails into his skin.
Matt screamed in pain, fighting his instinct to let go. Blood began flow down his arm, but still his grip held.
Karen loosened her hold, and began to turn her wrist until she began to slip.
"No, Karen," Matt pleaded, holding as tight as he could.
"It's done Matt."
Tears began to stream down his cheeks as he realized he was once again going to loose the woman he loved. Despite his efforts, her struggle proved too much, and Matt lost her.
"No!" he cried, listening to the sound of her body as it plummeted towards the earth and concrete below. Her heart beat slowed, and the sounds of the city threatened to overwhelm him. His heart held onto the hope that she would survive the fall, but her heart stopped, breaking his.
The tears poured now, as he screamed into the night. Sirens bombarded his eardrums now; they were only a few blocks away.
Matt stood slowly, stumbling to the door, wanting nothing more than to hold Karen once again. Reaching the stairs, he collapsed into a ball. After a few seconds he gathered his remaining courage and made his way to the ground floor.
Only two heartbeats greeted him in the darkness, neither of which belonged to the Punisher. Using his radar senses, Matt began to make his way to the exit. He stumbled once more, this time over the Kingpin's cane, and fell to the floor hard. His eyes welled once more with tears, then his world went to black.
# # # # #
Outside the sirens finally reached the warehouse, with EMS, police, and firefighters pouring out of their vehicles and into the building.
Officer Chapman was the first through the door. He surveyed the situation, and saw that there were three bodies lying on the floor. He approached them and saw that only one was moving. He kneeled, placing his free hand on the man's shoulder.
Wilson Fisk let out a small grunt as he turned to face the police officer. The young man recognized him on the spot.
"The-the man you want is right there," he said, pointing towards Matt's body.
Officer Chapman stood, walking towards the still body. He noticed the gun in his left hand immediately, and quickly kicked it away.
"He's the one that shot me. He also shot the other man, his partner, Bullseye."
"I need a medic in here, now!" Chapman screamed. "Don't worry Mr. Fisk, we'll get you patched up right away."
# # # # #
Epilogue
One month later…
Wilson Fisk glanced at the headline of the newspaper that lay on his desk.
The Daily Bugle
Assistant District Attorney Charged in Murder Conspiracy
He let out a small chuckle that immediately turned into a violent coughing fit. His health had been steadily declining since he'd lost the use of his legs weeks ago.
"Small price to pay," he muttered, looking at the wheelchair that now served as his means of moving about.
A small knock at his office door turned his attention away from the paper. His eyes darted towards the security monitors, knowing what they'd see.
Outside the door, dressed in a light brown trench coat and hat, stood the only visitor his guards had been instructed to allow this far. The door buzzed and she opened it, strolling inside quickly.
"It's nice to know that at least one of my employees can follow instructions," he laughed.
"You said one month, it's been one month."
"Yes, you've been quite the loyalist."
"With all due respect, you're damn lucky with what happened to Bullseye," she smirked.
"You mean the bullet to the head, and the resulting memory loss? My dear Copycat, it may not have worked out the way I planned it, but I assure you, the Kingpin would have come out on top, no matter what."
She walked towards his desk, removing a small bottle from her purse.
"Here's your perfume back, I'm assuming I won't need it anymore."
"No…no I think this time Karen Page is dead for good, and you have no idea how valuable that 'perfume' is, nor the lengths to which I went just to create it."
"I just want my paycheck."
"Of course, of course."
Fisk painfully reached under his desk, lifting a suitcase, handing it to the blue skinned woman standing across from him.
"I'll assume it's all there," she smiled.
"And I'll assume your lips will remained sealed on this matter forever."
She ran her fingers across her lips swiftly and nodded briefly.
"Then, you'll excuse me if I don't see you to the door…"
"Just one more thing…"
"Ah, the elusive question of why," he laughed.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," she smiled. "Why got to all that trouble? Hiring a shape shifter, creating a chemical agent designed to throw off his senses? I spent months following the woman before her death, which I'll assume you had a hand in orchestrating, stealing her medical records, training myself to mimic her down to the heartbeat. Why go to that much trouble just to set a man up, when it would've been much easier to just kill him?"
The Kingpin of crime only laughed.
"You're money's all there, Miss Carlyle, and as for your questions, I cannot say, now if you please, I have work to do."
She smiled and walked towards the door.
"You know where to find me should you need my services," she said before opening it.
"That I do Vanessa, that I do."
He heard her footsteps echoing in the hall briefly before the door closed.
Wilson Fisk pulled back on the electronic controls of his wheelchair, removing himself from behind the desk. Turning himself around he slowly approached the window behind him. The motor hummed briefly as the Kingpin leaned forward.
"Checkmate Mr. Murdock," he laughed.
His eyes gazed down upon the city…his city. The sun was setting, and Wilson Fisk knew there had never been a more beautiful day.
Authors Note
I'd like to take a few minutes to just thank everyone who supported the book, especially Dino for giving me the chance to write it, and to Jason for taking the reigns and allowing me to leave him in a very unsettling position. It's been a wild ride, and I hope everyone here enjoyed it, I know I did.
-Logan Polk