(Elektra's perspective)
I lost my mother, and now I've lost my father.
True, he wasn't always a good man, but he was still my father and only family left. I had to end things with my boyfriend at the time, because I couldn't take the pain and heartbreak anymore.
I want revenge.
I was tired of losing people. I'm the only Natchios left in this world. I could have just moved in with Matt and start a family, like he offered. But I couldn't, all I could think about is finding that man and killing him. The one they call Daredevil.
I spent the night before, training to kill him. Once it was clear the night later, I went on the hunt.
I should have realized he was telling the truth when he refused to fight me. I learned too late because when I took his mask off, I found the man I love, Matt Murdock.
As I realize my mistake, I heard someone whistle and laugh, like a school bully.
Matt informed me this was the man who called himself Bullseye. The actual killer of my father. Matt warned me to run, I should have listened. I had to make him pay. After I put Matt's mask back on so no one could recognize him, I picked up my sais.
I get up.
I breathe heavy.
I can hear him give me a wolf whistle.
That sends a chill down my spine. Not the good kind. I don't like being hit on in such a way, and to hear him finding me attractive disgusts me. I take some deep breaths to get over the discomfort and I raise my sais, ready to stab him to death.
"Hey, Orphan!" This pissed me off as I turned to face him. I see him on the next building extend his arms out in a playful manner. "Let's play!"
Angry, I swing my sais in response and grit my teeth. I run to the building nearby. I didn't bother to think how it was possible, likely because of my adrenaline, I jump several feet into the air.
I land and finally take a good look at this man, this Bullseye.
He's… handsome.
I slowly start to stand up straight as my I let my jaw drop for a moment.
I could see he was bald, with a beard. It was like my father, he'd probably approve of this man just for the facial hair and lack of top hair. If he hadn't murdered him, that is. His outfit was this motorcyclist looking jacket and ear piercings. He looks like the bad boy types I used to be into when I was a teenager to defy my father.
I'm not a teenager anymore though.
"Nice…" He says, sounding impressed with me. Whether he's complimenting me or saying that about me as a means of flirting, I don't know. It's probably the latter, which pisses me off. "Come on!" He says, gesturing me with his finger to come for him.
Asshole.
He's clearly taking advantage and hitting on me. He's likely pissing me off on purpose. It works. Gritting my teeth again, I throw my sai at him.
He catches it, very easily. This angers me, because it didn't kill him. That and one other reason.
That was impressive. Why did someone so evil do something like that?
He throws it back at me.
I'll show you, you disgusting man.
I try to catch it. Instead, I fail. I called out in pain and fell to my knees.
Raising my hand, he can see the sai went through it. I can hear him laugh it off, like he made a silly mistake in spraying ketchup when trying to add some on a hot dog.
Struggling and giving a sharp grunt, I try to pull my weapon out of my hand.
God, this hurts. I will kill this bastard.
That's all I can think properly as I manage to get the sai out of my hand. I breathe hard as I look back at my target. He jumped off his rooftop to another. I see him smirk.
Looking back, I realize I was acting in blind rage. Because I didn't bother to pick up my other sai, only the one I was hit with. I run and jump off again, this time landing not far from him.
We run to each other.
I swing my sai, he dodges. I lift my leg to kick him, he dodges again by ducking. He rises up and I see a chance. I swing one more time. I make my mark. A small cut on his right cheek.
Perfect.
He stops and feels his own cheek, seeing some blood. That should have made me happy, I almost smiled. Instead, he smiles at me.
He's impressed that I cut him?!
But there's something else about that smile. It looks delighted, almost sexually stimulated.
Did hurting him actually give him pleasure? Am I actually giving him a hard-on?!
The thought and his smile further enraged me.
I strike at him with a stabbing motion, but he blocks me by using his own long jacket as if it were a cape. I swing again and he dodges. At this point, I'm blind with rage. I'm so blinded that I didn't see his sucker punch.
Looking up, I see that smug look on that face I want to rip off.
I hate being touched normally, so being punched would no doubt piss me off.
Making a snarling look, I try to stab him. He catches my arm before my weapon could reach him. The feeling of his hand on the exposed skin of my arm sent disgusted shivers through my body. It's met with pain as he punches me again. This time he hit my side. He could probably notice it right now, but I'm not so much angry as I am uncomfortable and desperate to get away from his touch. So, I punch him with my free left arm to get him to let go. He does so and I resume my stabbing attempt. I just want this disgusting man dead.
He dodges both of my attempts easily. He then jumps up and kicks me in the gut. How he could be that strong is anyone's guess, but he manages to knocks me back as though I were hit by a car.
I hit what I can only assume is part of the air conditioning of the building. It hurt, a lot. My back is in pain. I see him coming at me, not only with the intent to do harm, but also like a dog in heat. This is actually turning him on as if we were on some kind of date, one at a gritty street styled BDSM dungeon given how we're dressed. This sickens me.
I get up and jump, spinning to do a 360, and stand on the other air duct. He follows suit. I see that disgusted smile, he's definitely turned on by this.
Angry, I tried to kick him. He blocked my leg. I can tell even though I'm wearing leather pants, he's ecstatic to touch me there. Especially since I'm wearing form-fitting pants. He then starts reaching out for me, with his jacket acting as a weapon of some kind. I managed to dodge by moving back and start swinging my sai to slash him.
Even though I've spent years as a martial artist, I'm not thinking like one. I'm lashing out in anger.
He took advantage of this, grabbing my arm during one swing, he hits me once in the face, then again to make me let go of my weapon and finally a backhanded slap that knocks me on the floor, facedown.
My legs off the air duct and hanging off, my feet barely touching the floor. As I groan in pain I feel, I see Bullseye walking towards me. He's smiling.
Annoyed, I try to push myself up. He doesn't let me get up to continue to fight, he presses his hand on my back and does a backflip on me, pushing me down into the air duct.
After a second where I try to take a breath, I feel him grab the back of my head, hard. My hair is being pulled, he lifts my head up. Once I was about a foot up, he slams my head into the air duct.
The pain is getting too much. My back, my hand, my arm and now my head. Suddenly I felt less like avenging my father and more getting away from this man. If this man wasn't trying to kill me in a sadistic manner, he'd probably go further and rape me.
Before I can do anything, Bullseye grabs me. Taking me by the shoulders and what I assume to be either my pants or my ass, I'm too in pain to tell if he's molesting me or not at the same time, he somehow manages to lift me in the air and throw me a few feet away. I land on another air duct. This time I with my whole body on top, my back still facing him.
For about five seconds, it's a moment of relief. I realize I can't win unless I have a clear mind. Unfortunately, I'm too full of rage to think straight. My emotions have always been my biggest problem, I react to things fast.
And to think, I found this man handsome at first.
"You're good, Baby, I'll give you that."
Hearing this, I look past my left shoulder to see him.
"I'll give you that."
Baby? You're hitting on me? While literally hitting on me?
You murdered my father, you're clearly trying to kill me and I'm firmly positive you'd rape me if you weren't hired by whoever it was to get rid of me.
With this in mind, I started turning to face him.
"But me?" He looks to his right hand and performs a slight of hand card trick. "I'm magic."
He's clearly toying with me, acting as though he's impressing me.
If he weren't such a disgusting monster, I'd be impressed, but not to the point he's probably thinking.
Facing him, while using my arms as support since I'm still leaning back, I glare.
He smiled. He gave me a playful smile.
God, I hate this man. He's having fun tormenting me, acting as if we're on a date.
The part that disgusts me most is the adrenaline I feel.
Combat is something is genuinely sexually stimulating with me. I actually prefer men who can fight with me. This man would fit this, but he's clearly a psychopath. His clearly attraction to me sickens me. I ignored how it felt fighting this man, ignore the stimulation while trying to ignore the pain.
Suddenly, Bullseye drops his smile and throws his playing card at me. I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. He cut the choker on my neck, cutting my neck at the same time. It's not a deep cut that I'd die, but it hurts and I feel blood. I did raise my head up in response to the pain, reaching out with my hand taking a deep breath.
As I continue feeling this new pain, I hear the faint sound of something metal being picked up, followed with footsteps. I try to look in that direction, but the pain takes precedence as I barely open my eyes.
I see him.
Bullseye, with my sai. The same sadistic smile on his face.
Realizing what he's going to do, I try to get up, but I'm exhausted from all this.
He kneels down, bringing his hand to me in an almost helping gesture. I swing my arm at him, trying to get him to go. I then cover my face with that same arm, hoping to block him from touching me. In retrospect, he could have put his hands on any other part of me exposed, but I just wanted him gone. Seeing him offering me a hand, I swat away again. His smile grows as he avoids my arm and goes for my neck. He grabs me.
I feel him squeezing the cut and I gasp in pain.
Somehow, he's starts lifting me from the neck. Barely registering, I grit my teeth and see him with an almost loving smile. Reluctantly, I'm mewling in pain. I grab his left arm grabbing me with my right arm and place my left arm on his chest as we get up.
We both breathe heavy.
Him in sadistic and almost sexual ecstasy.
Me from pain and exhaustion.
We're both standing. If anyone saw us, they'd assume we were a couple, given how we're holding onto each other and he looks almost in love. I suppose in his own sociopathic way, he thought this was a date.
He looked at me for about 2 seconds as he blinks and starts moving in. His smile drops and he closes his eyes. He tries to bring me closer.
I know what he's trying to do and I don't want that.
I would rather die.
No, I'd rather kill him.
I want nothing to do with him, I'd never let this man kiss me.
He makes me sick.
With that in mind, I try and stop myself from getting close, not letting him give his kiss. Unfortunately, he wants it so badly. He once again comes in and brings me closer. I'm getting afraid, desperate, and slowly enraged again. I stop myself from having our mouths touch just in time. Any closer and our lips would indeed touch. A third attempt happens. He comes in, puckering his lips and I move my head back in defiance. I formed a scowl as best as I could.
We're still close, to close for comfort.
As I let go of his arm and push on him with both of mine, he sighs deeply and looks away. Why I'm not sure, nor do I want to. Perhaps he's heartbroken, or he wishes he had more time play with me, to impale with me with a weapon of his own.
In the back of my mind, I think back to how I had my first kiss with Matt on a rooftop like this one. He started the kiss, only I actually wanted it and what we had was a genuine interest. Here? Bullseye is handsome and can match me, but his very presence and the fact that I think this makes me want to vomit.
He continues trying to kiss me as he brings out faces as close as possible without doing so.
His words are spoken violently, but almost lovingly.
"And now for my next trick…"
He then pushes me back a bit. My hands are no longer on him and they fall off. He then brings my face closer and I know this is it. This is where he kisses me.
I would try to take advantage of it and kick him as his grip somewhat loosens. But something unexpected happened.
He didn't kiss me. Instead, I stop with our lips barely inches apart. He smiled, and I looked somewhat relieved, but terrified.
It's at this moment I finally look into his eyes.
His dark, frightening eyes.
I see sadistic pleasure from how he's harmed me and from killing my father.
I see an almost sexual pleasure from what he's done.
I see some shred of respect for the fact that I fought back. He's probably not used to this and likes having a woman fight back.
I see an obvious attraction, or more accurately lust. If he wasn't trying to kill me, he'd definitely try to rape me.
I see… something else.
It's odd, I'm looking into his eyes and I see something in this monster that got my attention.
I can't explain it, even after I described what I just saw.
It's like, something that's making me want to look into his eyes.
It's as if I see something there that I find attractive.
I reluctantly admit he's handsome, but his eyes are somehow hard to stop looking into.
It's like for a brief moment, we can see into each other's souls and there's a non-verbal exchange that lets us understand one another.
It ends abruptly when he pushes me back and reveals he still has my sai. Those odd feelings of attraction gone, I look in terror at what he's doing.
"No! No!" I hear Matt scream.
With that grin of his, he brings the sai down. I close my eyes.
STAB.
The sai goes into my gut. He's gutting me like a fish. Barely opening my eyes after I grunt in pain, I look down and see he's somehow strong enough to also lift me off the floor and several inches off.
I don't think of that. I think of one thing. The pain.
This hurts more than what I've felt before. More than my hand, my back, my arm, my head or my neck. It's straight through my body.
I show the pain on my face, I'm on the verge of tears from it. Bullseye, who I can see from the bottom of my eyes, is smiling like he's orgasming.
After I finish gasping, I finally notice how close our faces are. I try to back away again, but this only amuses him.
He moves in and my mouth drops somewhat from the surprise, and his opens wide.
Our upper and bottom lips touch and I barely felt his tongue touch my lower lip as he bites down on it. His lips soon cover my lower one. He's kissing me while still causing me more pain.
I can feel him breathing hard enough to move my hair. I can smell his breath, full of alcohol. I can feel his lips, forming a smile.
As I close my eyes for a moment, so many things flow through my mind.
I failed, and this monster is kissing me in front of my injured boyfriend. All the while, he is also gutting me with the weapon I trained to kill him with.
And the kiss, though painful, had another effect.
I realized it felt… nice. His lips felt nice on mine. I look to him and I can see him enjoying it. The joy and lust in his eyes as the connect to mine. I can see him wanting me to kiss him back.
I won't. I slowly glare into his eyes. I don't care how nice he's trying to make this kiss feel, or the odd moment we shared, this man is killing me and he murdered my father. I won't do anything but make it clear that I hate him.
Looking either heartbroken or angry I'm not kissing him back, Bullseye lets go of my lip, ending the kiss. He then violently removed the sai he pierced through my body, making me gasp and lower my head a little. We then looked into each other again, and I see there is still some attraction to me, but also a sort of longing. He then threw me away, violently.
I roll on the floor, hitting my head, and I finish rolling with my back to him.
I hear a helicopter, I hear the police calling out to him. It takes me moments later before I try to get up, getting to Matt. I notice a rose nearby, one I didn't notice before. He must have thrown it to me while I had my back turned. I'm assuming it's his own messed up attempt at being romantic.
I feel blood dripping from my stomach, where he gutted me. I try to stay conscious as I crawl to Matt. I gasp for air. I feel as though I've been raped right in front of the man I love. Matt is above me, in complete shock. I only have enough air to say one thing.
"Help me…"
"Stay…" He says. "Stay with me…"
I look into his eyes… they're blind and covered. I can't even look him in the eyes. The last eyes I ever look into were the eyes of my father's killer. It should have been him who died tonight, not me. That was my goal, to look into the eyes of my father's killer as he dies, not as I die.
I gasp one last time and close my eyes. I feel Matt kiss my forehead. I wish it were my lips, to get the feeling of Bullseye's mouth off of mine.
I feel my heartbeat slowing down.
I try to think of Matt.
I can't.
All I think of… is him. I shouldn't be thinking of him, like how I shouldn't have found him attractive.
His eyes.
His smile.
His kiss.
His… voice…
His… kiss…
