Written by: Jennifer S. a.k.a. AssassinElektra
Disclaimer:
I do not own Elektra or any other Marvel Comics characters. This is a fan fiction story meant only for the enjoyment of myself and other Elektra movie and comic fans.
Title: Abby's Tale
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, science fiction, Elektra
Setting: This story is set in the Elektra Movie-verse directly after my Elektra II fan fiction
Rating: PG-13, for violence and disturbing imagery
Author's Note: I hope the next few chapters don't get confusing, because they're going to involve Adam talking to people who he only thinks he sees (hallucinations like Magneto). Just e-mail me and ask me to explain it if it gets too rough to 3
I woke up the next morning expecting to see Abby lying next to me. But, I was alone. Finding that odd, I got out of bed quickly and started rushing from room to room in search of her. I found an empty house all around.
"Did you really think things could be solved that easily, Adam?" I turned around and looked at Magneto.
"You're not real." I told him, though even I could hear the doubt in my voice.
"Yes." Magneto said, calming me a little. "But then neither was your little 'kiss-and-make-up' dream."
"It was a dream…" I whispered, a great sense of sorrow falling onto my soul. I was still alone and without Abby.
"Yes, Adam. It was a dream." I glared at Magneto.
"Why are you always showing up?" I snapped.
"Because, Adam, I've got answers to questions that haunt you." He answered. "Perhaps it is time to seek me out and find closure for what I did to you."
"Or maybe it's just time for some prozac." I mumbled, heading back towards the kitchen.
"I won't stop bothering you, you know." Magneto said, following me.
"That's fine with me." I said, reaching for a bottle of wine I'd hidden under the sink. "I have no problem with drinking my sorrows away."
"Who are you talking to?" I jumped at the sound of a woman's voice, and glanced over to where it had come from—hoping it was Abby. It wasn't. Instead, it was a woman wearing a long cloak with a hood so that I couldn't see her face.
"Who are you?" I asked her. "Show yourself!"
She reached up with her hands and pulled the hood to rest around her shoulders. I expected to at least recognize her, but I didn't. She had black hair and green eyes, and her skin was tan. If I had to guess I'd say she was Italian.
"I am Charisma of the Realm of Darkness." I noticed then that she was holding a walking stick of some sort.
"The realm of what?" I asked.
"Darkness." She replied. "My people have recently become interested in your darker side." She explained. "They sent me from our universe to yours to bring you to our world."
"I'm not going anywhere." I said.
"I knew that you would say this. And, I must tell you that I agree. But, my people are not so eager to listen to ideas that are not their own. You are in grave danger. Consider my appearance as a warning, and begin to hide from my people before it is too late."
"Why'd they send you?" I asked.
"I am their princess." She said, and I suddenly felt in awe of her. She looked majestic enough, but princess was something I hadn't seen coming.
"Okay." I said. "Why do your people like my…dark side, was it?"
"Because you do unthinkable things as a dark one." Charisma answered. "We saw you lash out at the warrior woman in red."
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of Elektra. I hadn't seen her since mine and Abby's wedding, and that had not been a happy reunion for Elektra and I.
"They wish for you to fight with them."
"Why me though?" I asked, prodding to see if I could get an idea of the nature of her people. I didn't really believe that she was from another universe, but I did believe that her people were after me.
"Because of your cold-blooded killing." She said, and I froze.
"I haven't killed anyone while in that state for years." I told her sharply. "I think it's time for you to leave now." I added.
"Of course." Charisma said with a polite tone of voice. "Know that my protection is offered whenever you find yourself in need of it." She placed her hood carefully back on her head then closed her eyes and disappeared.
I glanced at the bottle of wine I was still holding and decided that I needed to stop drinking.
It's amazing what seeing him for a few minutes at the store did to me. I could think of no one else after that. Adam was constantly on my mind. But, I didn't go to his house that night, didn't want to face him again. Every time I was around him I had to worry about whether he was reading my thoughts or not.
I trained instead of seeing him that night. For hours I fought my sand-filled dummies with my chain and some sai that Elektra had given me for a Christmas gift mine and Adam's first Christmas as a married couple. I had recently acquired a Samurai sword too and was only just beginning to master it enough to use it on the streets.
The day I had left Matt and Elektra in his apartment to go with Adam I had sworn to myself that I would do nothing to harm others as Elektra had. I could see it in her eyes, how torn up she was about what she had done for so many years, and I wanted to avoid that. I had the power, there's no doubt in that, but I didn't want to kill. I wanted to be a protector of the people, not an assassin they feared.
Now, I love Elektra like she was my second mother, but the image she carried around herself had always made me fear her a little. I mean, she had killed hundreds of people for years just to make money, and I have no doubt that she made money doing it. I never wanted to stoop to that level. Ever.
So, I spent my nights walking the streets and looking for those who were in danger or in need of my help. Elektra had taught me how to see thing before they happened, but for some reason it was different with me. Sometimes I just had visions or flashes of the future, not even when I was concentrating or trying. In fact, often when I tried I had no success. So, my visions were an ongoing source of those who needed me.
Tonight it was a little girl named Jennifer whose parents had left her locked in a closet after severely beating her. How anyone could treat a child like that I didn't know, and I meant to deal the parents some pain if they were home.
When I found her—after kicking down the door—Jennifer was huddled in the dark corner in a pool of her own blood. She had raw wounds all along her arms and legs that looked as if they had started out as burns and then been painfully pealed and picked at. Her face was bruised in such a way that I wondered if they parents hadn't been throwing her repeatedly onto the ground.
I couldn't stop the tears that came to my eyes at the sight of this child in such a condition. She could not have been older than two or three years old, and yet she was suffering agony that would make most adults piss themselves.
She was huddled in a small ball and shaking so rapidly I was afraid to touch her for fear that my hands would slip accidentally onto a wound. I reached a hand gently out towards her and she jerked out of reach. Silent tears fell down her face, wiping the dirt away with clear streams of revealed skin.
"I won't hurt you, Jennifer." I said, using my sweetest voice. I tried to make myself sound soothing and comforting, but I'm sure at this point nothing seemed comforting to the little girl.
"Hey!" I jerked my hand back and turned to face the man who had yelled. "What are you doing here?"
"Let me guess." I said in anger. "Dad?" The man glared at me and I knew I had guessed right.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" He demanded with a booming voice.
"How could you do this to a child?" I asked him, pointing to Jennifer. "A child!" I repeated.
"That is none of your business." He said in a warning tone.
"I beg to differ." I said, pulling my sai out. He looked at them and scoffed.
"What are you?" He asked. "Some kind of Elektra wannabe?"
"She trained me as a matter of fact." I said, flipping the sai around my fingers with practiced ease. I wasn't as good as Elektra, but I was good. "And she trained me to use them as an offensive weapon." I added.
"Ooh, I'm scared now!" He said, making a childish face at me.
"You had better be after what you put your daughter through!" I told him through gritted teeth. His eyes became wide with fear as I kicked him and knocked him onto the ground. He tried to stand back up, but I shoved him onto the ground again, placing the tip of one sai under his chin so that if he moved at all he would be dead. I turned my head at the sound of Jennifer's sobbing, then glared at her father.
"I've never taken a life. I swore I wouldn't a long time ago." I told him. "But bastards like you make me almost reconsider."
"I'll call the police and tell them how you broke into my home." He threatened.
"Don't bother." I said, yanking him to his feet. "They're already on their way. And you're going to get what you deserve for harming your daughter." I turned and looked out the window at the approaching red and blue lights. "In fact, here they are now." I threw him onto the ground and heard his breath knocked out of him at impact with the floor.
"And if I ever learn that you've harmed another child, that you've even touched another child, you're dead!" I promised him. I heard the police kick the door down then, and in a few seconds they were flooding into the room and taking the man into custody.
With him taken care of, I turned my attention back to young Jennifer. I kneeled down by the closet door and reached my arms out towards her again. This time she did not jerk away, but she did not jump into my embrace either. Sadly and reluctantly, I reached in and gently forced her into my arms.
Seeing her wounds in the light was even more sad, and as I handed her over to Marie, one of the cops, I couldn't fight my tears.
"I'll take good care of her, Abby." Marie assured me, and all I could do was nod. I started to walk out of the room when Marie called out to me. "Abby, where's Adam at?"
"I wish I knew." I said. Then I left, trying to shake off the horrible sight of Jennifer.
To Be Continued...