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: The Treasure
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Fantasy, Comics
Setting: This story is set in the Elektra Movie-verse directly after the movie Elektra
Rating: PG-13, for violence
Author's Note: Thank you for all of the reviews! To answer a few questions and comments:
To Shannon: I'm sorry you let something as trivial as spelling a name wrong ruin this story completely for you. I thank you for at least reading it though!
To alias101: It's a given that Elektra and Matt get back together, lol. I thought about putting Natasha in this story, but that would complicate things and I'm not clever enough to bring her into the movie-verse. I did bring Bullseye though, since he's the only one Elektra ever seemed afraid of in the movie-verse.
To Ayra Barzahd: Thank you so much for your reviews! Your site is awesome by the way. I haven't had the chance to read your fics yet, but I plan to once I get the time.
To Diaz F: Thanks, lol, but you really should see the Elektra movie to get the full effect of this story. I tried to explain everything important, but it would make more sense that way. And it's an awesome movie!
To I-Cant-Think-Of-A-Name-Lol: First off, I love your name! Secondly, suspense is my specialty, muwhaha!
To hmm (anonymous): Thanks for your review. I always feel the reader can better "hear" the dialect of a character if you spell it out for them. It took me a while of actually saying some of the line out loud with the accent myself to get them right, lol. They're still a little goofy in places though…
Chapter 7
"Oh no." I whined as I saw Typhoid part her lips and blow toward us, her hand directing the movement of her breath. "You're going to have to drive faster, Adam!" I said, my fear making my voice sound high and almost not understandable.
"Who is this woman?" Adam asked, but even has he spoke the car was beginning to decay. Everything metal rusted, and it was long before the car was undrivable, and Adam was forced to pull over. "Guess we get to fight her." He said, and I looked at him with wide eyes.
"She's a killer." I said, coldly, and Adam got the point. "I may not survive this fight." I added, pulling my chain out. "But, you need to get to New York and warn Elektra."
"What are you talking about, Abby?" Adam asked. "I'm not leaving you here."
"Yes, you are." I told him, pulling the chain tight as I opened the car door and got out. I hunched down and looked at him. "This is much bigger than you and I, Adam. Someone needs to warn Elektra. I may just buy her enough time for you to warn her about everything and Typhoid."
"Abby, I'm not leaving you." He said, this time his voice was stern, and I didn't dare argue.
"Please." I begged. "For the future?" I glanced up nervously and saw the smile on Typhoid's face as she approached us. She walked slowly, almost like she expected me to stand around and wait.
"Sorry, babe." Adam said, reaching under his seat and pulling out a large wooden box. It hadn't been touched by Typhoid's charms. He opened it and pulled out two pieces of a battle ax. Quickly, he put them together and twisted them so that the handle was secured to the blade.
"Did you get that out of a twenty-five cent machine?" I asked him, and Adam smiled.
He got out of the car and walked around to stand beside me, holding his ax ready. "Tell me everything you know about her." He told me. But, I didn't have to tell him a thing, because apparently my thoughts of my memories of Typhoid explained it all. "Right. This is gonna be a tough brawl." Adam said, but he didn't sound the least bit afraid.
I looked at him and admired how brave he seemed. He knew that we could die in the next few minutes, and yet he hadn't been willing to leave me there alone even though he had only just met me. He was already relying on a future love that may be destroyed in the next few minutes.
Typhoid didn't say anything until she was nearer to us—about ten feet away. There, she stopped and studied us for a moment. Her eyes glowed with anticipation, and I tried to keep mine from focusing on her ugly scar. It was gruesome and right in the middle of her forehead. It completely ruined her tainted beauty.
"Your youthful life brought me back." Typhoid said, speaking directly to me. "You are the reason I stand here now, scarred."
"Are you going to just keep blabbing, or can we fight you already?" Adam asked, tightening his grip on his ax.
"You I do not recognize." Typhoid told him, her eyes scanning him up and down. "But I hate you already."
"I'm not afraid of you." I said, trying to sound as brave as Adam looked. My gold chain glistened in the setting sun's light, and I tried to stop my hands from shaking as I held it ready.
"Then tell me, Treasure," She said treasure with such hatred that chills ran up my spine at the sound of it, "Why do you quake as if you have just witnessed your worst nightmare?"
"Leave her alone, Typhoid." She looked at Adam, surprised that he knew her name. "That's right." He said, smiling at her in a teasing manner. "I know who you are. And I know what you did to my girl." He jumped forward before either Typhoid or I could stop him, and tackled her. She landed hard in the dust, but stood up immediately and glared at him.
"I won't let you get away with that." Adam added, throwing his ax towards her neck. But, Typhoid dodged the blow and backed away. She looked at Adam with newfound respect—not fear—then glanced at me.
"You are young to have found love." I thought I sensed a bit of sorrow and jealousy in her voice.
"I didn't, actu…" I stopped talking when Adam used my distraction to kick Typhoid. She tried to get up as quickly as before, but Adam stopped her with his foot shoved roughly against her throat. I heard her gasp.
"Why are you after her anymore anyway?" Adam asked Typhoid. "It's not like your boss is alive to order you anymore." She tried to answer but couldn't under the pressure of his foot, so Adam pulled it up only enough for her to speak.
"Revenge." Typhoid said, her voice raspy. "The child stole my title, my purpose."
"You were the last Treasure?" Adam asked, and he seemed surprised by the idea. He looked down at Typhoid and tilted his head as he focused on her face. "The Hand found you first." He concluded, probably after reading her thoughts. "That's too bad, Mary." He told her. "You could have been an awesome good guy."
"Fool!" She grabbed his leg and pulled him down onto the ground. Adam rolled and landed a few feet away, and Typhoid focused on me. "Do you understand how much I hate you?" She asked, standing up. She towered above me, and I was suddenly paralyzed by my fear as I remembered how she had so easily defeated me before.
She smiled at the sight of me, then held her hand out towards my face. "I promise to make it just like last time." She said, her words crackling with a menacing tone.
"No…" I managed to whisper. Suddenly, at the sight of her hand reaching out toward my face again, I snapped out of it. I threw my chain forward, twisting it back so that it cut her cheek. She reached up and held the wound out of instinct, but I kicked her so hard that I heard her breath get knocked out of her before she could reach it. I felt a couple of her ribs snap at my kick, and smiled as I walked over to where she landed seconds later.
"You can't kill me twice." I told her, slamming my foot against her face and making her nose bleed. "And I won't let you hurt Elektra." I added, kneeling down and punching her until my hands became sore. When I finally calmed down a little, I looked at my bloody hands and realized that some of the blood was mine. Typhoid was barely conscious, was trying her best to stay awake.
I pulled out my chain and wrapped it around her neck, prepared to strangle her. But, she spoke and that made me hesitate. "I'll…tell your father…you said hi." She said, her laugh a gurgle as she breathed her blood.
"What? Did you hurt my father?" Typhoid's grin grew, and I became so angry that I pulled the chain tight quickly. It happened so fast that the chain bit through her neck and knocked her head off. It rolled away from her body.
I stood up and backed away, disgusted with the sight, disgusted with my self, disgusted with the whole world. The tears began as soon as I looked at the chain in my hand, covered with blood, and realized what I had done. I almost fell backwards onto the ground, but Adam caught me and didn't let me fall.
To Be Continued…
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