As you might notice i was in a depressed mood while writing this, so don't hold that against me... I hope you like this chapter though it isn't really cheerful...

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As the clock in her room chimmed midnight, Elektra woke up from one of her numerous nightmares... This wasn't unusual. She had woken dozens of times during that night to find herself sweating, unable to breathe properly or control her heartbeat. But she was too used to this to give it much more thought… But the thing that made her go pale was when she remembered from what she woke up from…

Trying to forget those horrendous dreams she got up and walked across the hallway to the toilet. She let the tap run until the water was freezing cold. She cupped her hands letting the icy water fill them, before she splashed it into her face.

Feeling bitter tears run down her cheeks along with the tap water she looked up at the mirror in front of her. Her usually sleek golden-blonde hair (so very much like Sue's), was now tangled and wet with sweat. Her typically cool aqua eyes were now blood-shot and puffy.

Without realizing it she was clenching her fists so tightly that it was making her nails dig through her skin into her flesh. Warm blood ran along her hands as she felt artic-like adrenaline pump through her veins.

But still in her eyes she could see the face of the person she so hated… so loathed… so wanted to kill.

Kill not for fun… kill not for honor or glory…kill not because of money or her job… kill not because it's right… kill not because it's fair…

But kill for revenge!

As these thoughts run through her already tired mind, tears of frustration start to spill out of her beautiful eyes in cascades. The anger is controlling her as she punches into the mirror breaking it into thousands of sharp splinters.

This action snaps her back to cold reality. She looks back at her fist. There are fragments of the mirror embedded in her blood covered hand. She slowly picks them out, one-by-one.

After wiping her tears with her other hand she reaches out into a first-aid cupboard and takes out bandages. Before retreating to her room she looks intently at the broken mirror and before her eyes the pieces of the shattered object start to fly back into to place leaving the mirror unscathed.

As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened she walks back to her room and reaches into her back-pack. After searching she takes out a small bottle of a clear liquid. She pours some of this liquid onto her knuckles and both palms of her hands before she swiftly wraps them in the bandages.

Elektra at last began to feel the pain gradually growing from her wounds. Mainly to try and forget the agony, she grabbed her jacket left her room and walked to the balcony from the lounge. As she stood by the very narrow stone barrier she slowly put the black leather jacket on. She took out a pack of tarot cards. She shuffled the pack very well as she thought of the Fantastic 4, the ones she wanted to know about. She picked out three cards and put them face down on the railing of the balcony. As she continued to shuffle the cards Elektra murmured something inaudible and the three cards turned to face upwards. At the sight of these cards she stopped shuffling. The three cards she had got were: The Hermit (reversed), The Tower (upright) & The Hanged Man (reversed).

(A/N: The Hermit reversed means: Refusal of counsel or assistance. Immaturity. Isolation from others. A negative resistance towards help. Groundless suspicions about the motives of others. Imprudent actions or decisions. The continuation of bad habits or unproductive lifestyles. Foolish obstinacy. The reliance on one's own resources that are inadequate.

The Tower upright means: Disruption. Conflict. Change. Sudden violent loss. Overthrow of an existing way of life. Major changes. Disruption of well worn routines. Ruin and disturbance. Dramatic upheaval. Change of residence or job sometimes both at once. Widespread repercussions of actions. In the end, enlightenment and freedom.

The Hanged Man reversed means: Loss. Lack of commitment. Preoccupation with selfish and material things. Despite drawbacks a preference for the status quo. Oppression. Apathy in pursuit of goals. Taking the view 'Better the devil you know'. Failure to act with an inability to move forward or progress.)

"This can't be! I must have done it wrong" Elektra whispers to herself as she picks up the cards and reshuffles. She once again places three cards face down on the railing and with her mind turns them around as she continues to shuffle her pack of cards.

But the result is the same.

She repeats the process again and again in frustration. But she gets the same cards the same way round.

Finally giving up she takes all the cards puts them in their box and puts it in her pocket.

She walks in a circle on the balcony, pondering something.

Suddenly she stops and says "What the fuck! Let's get this over and done with!"

She slowly walks up to the railing. Taking a deep breath she jumps on top on it. She looks straight down the side of the building at least a dozen stories above the ground. She closes her eyes and prepares herself…

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What did Elektra see in her nightmare? Whose image did she see in her eyes? Does she have other powers? Will she kill herself? (find out in the next episode... lol)

So what did you think? If some1 is goin to complain about the tarot info being wrong... PLZ DONT! cuz i got it out of the internet... so it aint my fault! Anyway... i'll continue writing if i get at least 7 reviews before friday 23rd September 05... ok? SO REVIEW!

sd freak: Well in this chapter you found out about her powers... but is there more than that? And just out of curiosity... who do you think she is?

TheTorch: Thanx! OMG! I'm flatterd to such compliments... thankx so mux for reviewing... UR THE BEST!

nenokas: I also hope they get to an agreement... but as you can see in this chapter, there might not be enough time anymore... But thanx for the comment on Rebecca, I'm trying to make her as much like my smallest cousin as possible...

I dedicate this chapter to my deceased best friend... "Because life is too short to not tell some one you'll never forget them... You'll always care... They'll always have a special place in your heart...You'll always love them..."

Alexandra-Black