Chapter 6: First Meeting With a Person of Interest

Chapter 6: First Meeting With a Person of Interest

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"For everything that is great and inspiring is created by the individual that can labour in freedom"

- Albert Einstein

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I enter the office that look a litle precarious. But, not through negligence of the owners, I can tell, as it is very clean, and certain things like the lamps, chairs and tables have new and clean appearances.

So it's just the general condition of the building. Expected, I'd would say, knowing who the people I'm visiting are. Foggy Nelson and Matthew Murdock, is "Foggy" a nickname too? Like "Matt"? I couldn't remember for my life his true name now. I notice the looks of the two, the most notable is the slimmer and fittest with brown hair and sunglasses even indoors, Daredevil himself, The man without fear, but I think he at least isn't being recognized by that name. He is referred to as the Masked Man or Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

"So he must have started recently." I think to myself.

The other is shorter and fatter, with blond hair slicked back. He's friendly looking, seems like a nice guy and fun to be around, and he's the first one to greet me when I walk in. (But no doubt Murdock noticed me coming much earlier)

"Oh.. Welcome to Nelson and Murdock, the best law office of this street. How can I help you?" he says standing up to shake my hand.

"Good Evening, I call early. My name is Hector Carvalho, A pleasure." I say squeezing the hand that was extended , and then purposefully making a faux pas, I reach out to Matt who was still seated.

"Matt, hand at 12 o'clock. Shake it" Nelson say joking. "I'm sorry, I should said early but he is blind you know, but no less good in what he does" he says assure me.

"I'm Franklin Nelson and this not so handsome man is my associate Matthew Murdock" he continues as Matt stood up and extended his hand. I know he can "feel" my hand, but he left some inches aways, and after it's been explained that he's blind, I'm the one who has to shake his hand.

"Sorry, I should have noticed" I apologize

"No problem, in truth... I'm flattered that you don't notice" he says good naturedly.

After leading me to a chair Foggy sits in front of me and starts talking.

"You call early asking if we can handle guardianship, opening of probate proceedings and others. We are not specialized in anything in truth... So why don't you share your trouble, so that us can counsel you with the best of our capabilities?" Foggy says much more professionally.

"How do you even know that there is a trouble?" I ask just to light the mood before the heavy talk.

"Someone only search a lawyer in trouble... *Sigh*.. because of this that people hates us so much." He says a little dramatically, seeing right through my act of make small talk.

I chuckle a little before I starts more solemn.

"Well, my parents died yesterday... in a car accident..."

"Oh I had guessed from the matter discussed over the phone, but my condolences," Foggy says empathetically.

"No kid should have to go through that," Matt adds, and Foggy looks a me with a complicated look. Okay, he lost his parents early too.

"The problem is how... You see, my parents are successful doctors, and this accident is very abrupt... Okay... listen to me... I know that every accident is like that, out of the blue, but I really think it was weird." I say trying to convey my concern and the reason I came here.

Foggy shows a surprised face for a moment and speaks. "Wait Carvalho... It is the couple of doctors who were in the newspaper this morning, the ones who fell into the river." Foggy declares after having remembered

"So you think there's some foul play going on?" Matt asks leaning forward a little, maybe wants to hear my heartbeat. Huum... now I need to be careful in what to talk.

"YesI know it might sound desperatebut I know my parents. My dad drives as carefully as possible, I always make jokes about how old he looks. And always take care that the car is in the best condition." I say, starting my argument.

"They were coming so we can celebrate my birthday, goddamit..." the two wince a little, because of the tragic situation in an occasion that should have joyous.

I press forward. "When I went to recognize their bodies, there were no marks that they tried to escape the car, it didn't look like they had a concussion. My father is a great swimmer, he is muscular and over 6ft tall. There's no way he could have just been knocked out like that! And the two at the same time?? The first thing my father would do in an unavoidable accident would be to try to protect my mother and even she had no signs of trying to escape or fighting for her life. I may be thinking too much, I don't have proof... But I can't shake this feeling that something is strange" I conclude.

"And before you misunderstand... I'm not here for you to investigate or anything." I say putting my hand on the universal "stop" sign for both of them. "I want to doublecheck all my inheritance and..."

"Be emancipated" I complete by saying the real reason for having coming to that office.

I want complete control over my money and my life. I don't want to be at the mercy of I don't know who for the next two years.

"Ohthanks. It's always good to meet a fan of my dad" he says smiling a little.

After that Foggy stops reading the papers and gives Matt a summary, after a little discurssion between the three of us I say goodbye to both of them.

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After saying goodbye to the lawyer duo, I find myself walking through a mall, there are certain things I plan to buy like a new laptop and smartphone (which I'll know isn't bugged or anything, yes I'm paranoid that way), no corrective glasses and some tools .Things I can take in the backpack I brought with me when I bring my papers.

Matt and Foggy assured me that they will get my emancipation, apparently my good school record, tragic history and other things can move the court decision in my favor.

I may need to take a psychological test, or participate in legally mandated psychiatric counseling until age 18. The Judge not wanting to let me alone, and wanting to make sure I don't get lost in the wrong way apparently. Understandable, I am a child alone in the world with much money, can be a recipe to disaster. But I can accept, for my independence and freedom.

When I get home I will email other documents that they have sent me a list. It will be good to have the consent of my grandparents... the paternal ones, who are the only ones alive.

The important thing is that I don't come under any uncle's guardianship, I emphasized that part, implying that I distrust any of them to Foggy and Matt. They understood, and perhaps they will use this distrust to appeal for my emancipation. But as a last resort, I don't want to appear suspicious.

Changing the subject, the experience of meeting a hero proved very important to me. Not because I'm a fanboy (although I like Daredevil), but because I realized something I had overlooked.

People can read me very easily.

In this world privacy is a distant concept to those that who will get involved with the world of superpowers. Telepathy, super senses, X-ray vision, precognition, postcognition.

Not to mention technological surveillance.

In this world it's hard to have a secret. I need to be prepared for everything. And information is too valuable, to be given so easily to others.

One more reason to avoid contact with the world of heroes or villains for now.

Daredevil isn't a problem knowing I'm more than I look. He acts alone, so will hard for it to spread. He doesn't have much time to investigate me. And even if he tries to confront me, I can win. He's nice, but not one of the strongest.

But this encounter reminded me why I've been so careful, I don't have any kind of plot armor against powers. Some kind of bullshit against mind control. Killgrave can make me his bitch with one word.

And this scares the shit of me.

Despite all this potential that I have, is just that... potential. I need to be extra carefull until I can handle these threats.

It reminds me of Jojo in my past life, even though Jotaro is one of the strongest in the world. One of the best, if not the best, close-range stand in purely physical combat. And one of the most overpowered time-stopping skills. He almost died to A RAT in part 4.

In combat, just because you're stronger doesn't mean you're absolutely certain to win. There are many factors. A dangerous game of rock-paper-scissors, where someone weaker can easily finish you off, because they skill set is your counter.

Finally I finding a deserted place, I use D4C, and I start moving between things until I get home. It could be because I'm not used to it, or because I haven't assimilated Valentine 100% yet, but I can't use D4C teleport for more than a few blocks.

I decided to go home using it to practice and increase the percentage.

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Now is the hardest part of my day. Break the news to my grandparents.

I pick up the phone and dial the international number for them.

"Hello. Who's talking?"

"Grandma... It's me Hector, I'm callin..."

"Oh Hector, my little grandson. How are you? It is fine? Eating properly? So long... ooh~. I'm so glad you called. Your grandfather just left, but I can call. RAIMUUNDOOO!!! Hector is calling!!! Come fast."

I give a low laugh listening to how my grandmother acts. But I grit my teeth and prepare to break the news soon.

The longer I take, the harder it will be.

"Grandma, I have something bad to tell you..."

In that conversation alone I spoke the words I most hated to speak in my entire life. And I heard my grandmother's happiness turn to ash because of it. It's like I'm suffering the news all over again.