Authors Note:

So you all know I don't own anything? Marvel, D.C Comics, and anything else you find in this is all stolen. Even the title of the story, 'Bring Me to Life' is an Evanescence song. OK not stolen just borrowed. So if you love my story or simply love me leave a review! I you hate my story and loath the way I write also leave a review! All publicity is good publicity as they say plus I REALLY need feedback on this. Professor Xavier may be psychic but I am not and I need you to tell me what you think otherwise I am clueless and I give up, pathetic I know but I'm working on it :) Also, just a heads up, this is an Original Character fan fiction. I probably won't have any of the characters from the movies and if I do it will be later on in the story. Right now I want my little Electra to have the limelight to herself. So sit back, enjoy, read and review :)

There are only two things in this world you can be sure of; life and death. I had just begun my life; I'm thirteen and still have my entire future ahead of me. However death is a part of that future that will most certainly happen. Death is what caused my old life as Liza Yates to end and my new life as Electra. It was a domino effect, one thing falls causing a chain reaction until all the dominoes have fallen and your life is over. So let's start with the first domino.

My story begins with a funeral; before you even say it I promise you not all of my life is death, depression and misery. I hadn't ever been a huge fan of the army, they were the reason we had to move a lot and I would go months without seeing my dad but after he died I despised it. I hated the idea of military and refused to have anything to do with it. My dad had been brave, there was no arguing that, but sometimes I can't help but think he was an idiot. I know I shouldn't, he lost his life doing something worthwhile and good and I respect him for that. But he still left me.

I stood there in my black dress, clinging to a white rose in my hand. I walked up and placed it on his coffin before kissing the photo of him. The purple curtains closed and I knew that my dad, my daddy, was gone. He had chosen to be cremated in the end. It was one of the few things we had both agreed on. Neither of us liked the idea of our bodies rotting away in the ground, it made us both feel sick to think of it happening to us.

I felt someone gently place their hand on my shoulder. My cousin was trying to be nice but I really wasn't in the mood. I wasn't sad. Not right then. Right at that moment I was livid, he left me. He was supposed to be there for me, to teach me to drive and give me away on my wedding day. Instead he left me. I couldn't understand how the world could be so cruel. I looked up and met my cousin's eyes. Jamie was only four years older than me and normally we were close. He smiled. I glared.

I quickly shoved out from beneath his hand and left the church. I could feel people watching me as I did so and I could hear them all whispering but I didn't give a damn. I had lost my daddy and I had a right to be more than a little upset.

It was about one o'clock in the morning and I was staring at the TV screen. I wasn't actually paying attention to the advert about tooth paste that was playing, I was thinking. I didn't have many memories of my dad, not real ones. I could remember plenty of conversations and arguments but not many real memories. He had been away when I learned how to ride a bike and he was only at my tenth birthday party via web cam. He had missed out on seeing me grow up and I had missed out on having my daddy.

My mother's small face peaked around the doorway, her black fringe falling into her eyes. Our eyes met for a single second before I had to turn away pretending to be interested in MTV. She came in and sat beside me on the sofa.

"Darlin', are you OK?" she asked me quietly

I didn't look at her as I said "No"

"I understand how you feel" she said "But it will-"

"You don't understand anything about how I feel" I said moving further down the sofa and away from her "I don't even try to say it will get better because it won't. Dad is gone and he is never coming back, never"

"I know it must be hard but I'm – "

"You don't know anything! Can't you see? He is gone! Nothing you can do can change that! You can't make all of the pain just go away, you can't bring him back! You can't give me what he could, you can't even try! I loved him mum and now he's…he's gone"

"I loved him to" she said as I stood up and crossed half the room

"But I loved him more" I said just loud enough so she could hear me "he was my daddy"

"And he was my husband" she said "Other than you I have never anyone as much as I did him"

"Blood is thicker than water" tears were brimming in my eyes causing my vision to blur "You lost your husband you weren't close. You used to be but not anymore. I lost more than just my dad; I lost my daddy, my role model, my best friend. He was everything to him an even though I didn't see him often we were a lot closer than you two ever where"

I went to leave but she grabbed my arm "Don't touch me!" I shouted at her causing her to jump backwards slightly

"I know your angry darlin' but don't take it out on me, I haven't done anything to hurt you" angry, hot tears slid down my face and my eye stung "I love you and your father meant the world to me"

"That's why you had an affair isn't it? Because he meant the world to you!" I was furious with her, she had no right to stand there and tell me that she loved him when she cheated on him

"You don't understand" she said, tears where welling up in her eyes now "It wasn't like that"

"I understand perfectly"

"Darlin' please" she went to hug me again and a sudden wave of anger took over me as she approached me

"Don't touch me!" I screamed as a blue spark erupted from my hand and sent her flying across the room backwards. She crashed into the sofa before looking at me. I looked at her. I had no idea what was going on and I was terrified by it. I looked down at my hand, it seemed normal, then I looked at my mum, she looked scared stiff.

I turned my back to her and ran. I ran out of the living room, out of the house and into the street. I stopped for a second to look at my home. I had lived there for six months and it was going to be where I was supposed to spend the rest of my life. I didn't have to move anymore. But I didn't want anything to do with it anymore. I continued to run. I had no idea where I was going to but I didn't stop. That was when I stopped being Liza Yates, the black haired, blue eyed girl. But who I was then, I had no clue.