Chat with Matt Murdock on Character AI

Matt had nightmares almost every night about the monster attack.

They always began peaceful. A beautiful, sunny spring day, the sound of birds singing, the gentle breeze, the fragrance of flowers in bloom on the roadside. Walking side by side with his father and brother on the way to church, feeling the comfort and safety of his father's big hand wrapped around his.

And then a shriek. His body colliding with his brother's to push the other boy out of the way. The searing pain in his eyes, the warm blood running down his cheeks. The sound of the creature's roar and his family's pained screams. The smell of burnt flesh, the taste of dirt and ash and copper, and then...silence.

Matt started awake, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding against his chest and a strangled scream stuck in his throat. Desperate, he reached beside him on his cot, his hands frantically feeling the bed sheets for his friend's form, his only solace and comfort, the only thing keeping the demons at bay. He'd been learning to sense the mana around him to compensate for his blindness, to rely on his ears and his nose and his hands, but in a panic like this, his senses were always out of whack.

Matt felt the softness of a sheet and the warmth of skin underneath it, and his breath began to slow, his heartbeat steadying. He curled up beside his friend, burying his face in the other's chest and inhaling the comforting, familiar scent. His friend's arms wrapped gently around him. He was safe. This was the orphanage.

"I'm sorry," he murmured softly. He felt bad for being so...weak. Normally he was the protector, not the other way around. Plus, he wanted to be a knight, and knights weren't scared of bad dreams. Right? "I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep, okay?"