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Marvel.
*This is a movie-verse, set after Elektra received that stab wound from Bullseye.*
Fading
She felt the sharp serrated edge of her sai pierce through her abdomen. Then it was pulled out. Numbness lasted only a while before pain shot through every nerve of her body. Excruciating pain. She bit her lip in an effort to stop her scream, drawing blood. Faintly, she could hear Matt shouting, disbelieving what he had sensed was being done to her. It was funny, the way this was working out.
Ironic.
Her sai, her weapons, the ones which she had taken pains to take good care of. She had sharpened it everyday, without fail, even more when her father was killed. She had injured Matt with them, and had wounded him. Rendering him helpless, unable to save her, to help her. Now the sharp blades had been used. against her. First, to injure her. Now to kill her. It was always the way her life worked.
Bullseye had flung her off the ledge, as if discarding a piece of rubbish. She knew that she was nothing more to him than a distraction. For he was after Matt. She was falling through the air. Windows rushed by, to quickly to pose as nothing but a blur. Her arms were widespread, hoping for something to cling onto, but there was none.
Then her back connected with the hard, cold concrete.
She heard some of her bones break. It was a wonder she was still alive, and breathing. A miracle. A rose fell upon her body. Bullseye. With his parting gift.. Faintly, she could hear the thud, thud, thud of running footsteps. Running towards her. Instinctively, she knew who it was. Matt. He was searching for her, she knew, using his hearing and smell. But still.. Slowly, painfully, every nerve screaming with the slightest movement, she crawled towards him, on all fours, like a beast. And collasped before him as her strength gave out, feeling weakened extensively. Concern was etched on his face. Concern for her.
Matt Murdock. Daredevil. Her lover. Her nemesis till some time ago. All in one role.
What if she had not injured him? What if she had listened to him? What if she had believed him? Maybe, she would have still been alive. Still fighting alongside with him, against Bullseye. Maybe. She wanted so much to apologise to him, to tell him how sorry she was. She formed the words in her throat, and willed her voice to say it, but nothing came out.
Faintly, she could hear footsteps from far away. The police had arrived. The last thing she heard, before blessed darkness took over, and she passed out..
-The End-
*This is a movie-verse, set after Elektra received that stab wound from Bullseye.*
Fading
She felt the sharp serrated edge of her sai pierce through her abdomen. Then it was pulled out. Numbness lasted only a while before pain shot through every nerve of her body. Excruciating pain. She bit her lip in an effort to stop her scream, drawing blood. Faintly, she could hear Matt shouting, disbelieving what he had sensed was being done to her. It was funny, the way this was working out.
Ironic.
Her sai, her weapons, the ones which she had taken pains to take good care of. She had sharpened it everyday, without fail, even more when her father was killed. She had injured Matt with them, and had wounded him. Rendering him helpless, unable to save her, to help her. Now the sharp blades had been used. against her. First, to injure her. Now to kill her. It was always the way her life worked.
Bullseye had flung her off the ledge, as if discarding a piece of rubbish. She knew that she was nothing more to him than a distraction. For he was after Matt. She was falling through the air. Windows rushed by, to quickly to pose as nothing but a blur. Her arms were widespread, hoping for something to cling onto, but there was none.
Then her back connected with the hard, cold concrete.
She heard some of her bones break. It was a wonder she was still alive, and breathing. A miracle. A rose fell upon her body. Bullseye. With his parting gift.. Faintly, she could hear the thud, thud, thud of running footsteps. Running towards her. Instinctively, she knew who it was. Matt. He was searching for her, she knew, using his hearing and smell. But still.. Slowly, painfully, every nerve screaming with the slightest movement, she crawled towards him, on all fours, like a beast. And collasped before him as her strength gave out, feeling weakened extensively. Concern was etched on his face. Concern for her.
Matt Murdock. Daredevil. Her lover. Her nemesis till some time ago. All in one role.
What if she had not injured him? What if she had listened to him? What if she had believed him? Maybe, she would have still been alive. Still fighting alongside with him, against Bullseye. Maybe. She wanted so much to apologise to him, to tell him how sorry she was. She formed the words in her throat, and willed her voice to say it, but nothing came out.
Faintly, she could hear footsteps from far away. The police had arrived. The last thing she heard, before blessed darkness took over, and she passed out..
-The End-