Abby's Tale An original Elektra fan fiction

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

Chapter 9

"Gotcha." Adam stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of the stranger's whisper. Sniffing the air, he found that this stranger smelled oddly of fire and smoke.

"Who are you?" Adam asked, glancing at the gun that this newcomer so confidently pointed at him.

"Adam, you should remember me." The stranger answered, lowering the gun to look at him with both eyes. "I was there from the beginning." He smiled slyly.

"You work for Magneto." Adam concluded, and the stranger glared.

"No!" He sapped. "I work with him." He was clearly arrogant.

Adam spoke with just as arrogant a tone, "You're not going to be able to take me alive." Scoffing, Adam took a step forward, holding his dark-veined arms out. He carefully focused on the stranger's mind, trying to learn who he was.

"I can only control the fire. I can't create it." The stranger's own voice echoed in one of his memories, one that seemed to scream at Adam.

"I was kind of counting on getting to fight you." He told Adam, pulling a lighter from his pocket as he dropped the gun. He flicked the lighter on, and as soon as the golden-orange light hit his face, Adam recognized him.

"John." Adam said, coldly. John glared at him, so Adam corrected himself, "Pyro." John smiled at that name. Adam remembered Pyro. How could he ever have forgotten the kid who helped Magneto with all of his torture. Pyro looked older, of course, a vicious young man now rather than a spiteful kid.

"It's all coming back now, isn't it?" Pyro said, tapping his head sarcastically. "Welcome back, Adam." He smiled as the flame from his lighter flared and flew towards Adam.

"I'm not back." Adam snapped, dodging the fire and grabbing Pyro's throat. He struggled, but Adam was much stronger. Finally, in a fit of rage and desperation, Pyro flicked his lighter on again and threw the flame onto Adam's shirt. It caught fire immediately, and Adam staggered backwards as he tried to put it out with his own hands. He gave up after a few seconds and ripped the shirt off, casting it aside and glaring at Pyro.

"You're really pissing me off." Adam told him.

"Why?" Pyro asked. "You and I used to be friends, Adam. Remember?"

"We were never friends."

"You're right." Pyro smiled as he thought about it. "We were brothers." He said. "We were part of an evil brotherhood that could not be defeated. The only problem was that you had to see red to enjoy any of it."

"Why are you here?" Adam asked, searching Pyro's mind again for any plan that he might have. He had none—just to find Adam and challenge him. "You never did think things out first." Adam told him.

"Who needs an intricate plan when I already know I'm going to kill you?" Pyro asked.

"With some sparks?" Adam scoffed. "Come on, Pyro, you know me better than that."

"Which reminds me." Pyro said, pretending to look concerned. "Did you tell your girl about your days fighting for Magneto yet?" This question filled Adam with uneasiness. "Oh that's right." Pyro said, sarcastically. "You've only just told her you violated her mind."

"Get away from me." Adam snapped, brushing roughly past Pyro and heading down the road.

"Magneto's willing to give you your job back, Adam." Pyro said, and Adam ignored him until he said what he did next. "In exchange for the knowledge of your first life." Adam stopped walking and looked at Pyro, considering the idea.

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Logan sniffed the air, trying to catch the Adam's scent, but it was hard with the wind blowing and every other scent the city stunk of. Still, he tried. If he could find this kid and save him from Magneto everything would be worth it, including his wasted time looking for the kid.

Why did he care so much about saving this kid? Well, because he still had the image of Rogue's dead body on the Statue of Liberty, that was why. And he had never really gotten revenge for what Magneto had put her through. Her white streaks were the only proof nowadays that she had been killed, but Logan remembered her lifeless face perfectly. So, saving this kid from Magneto was something he had to do, mostly in honor of Rogue. He was not going to let the magnetic freak steal another young life as long as he could help it.

A strong whiff of Adam flew by Logan's nose, and he latched onto the scent, following it down an alley. But then there came another scent, a familiar scent, and Logan stopped dead in his tracks.

"Long time, no see." Pyro told him, stepping out of the shadows. Logan glared at him. "If you're looking for Adam, you're too late." Pyro continued, flicking his lighter open. At the flick of his lighter, Logan released his admantium claws, holding his fists steadily at his sides. It was a warning, not a threat, but apparently Pyro did not get it.

"Magneto's made him an offer he can't refuse." Pyro explained, flicking the lighter on.

"Don't make me kill you, John." Logan said, his tone showing his seriousness but reluctance to actually do so.

"That's not my name." Pyro snapped, closing his lighter. "It hasn't been for years."

"Where is Adam?" Logan asked.

"Can't you just track him with your 'Wolverine' senses?" Pyro asked, dancing sarcastically as he said the word Wolverine.

"Look, kid, I've had about enough of your crap." Logan said, grabbing his shirt collar and holding him roughly against the wall.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Logan." Pyro said, as he flicked his lighter on again and blasted him with flames right in the face. Logan released his hold on Pyro's shirt and backed away, shaking his head as the ugly burns already began to heal.

"That hurt." Logan said, his voice no longer calm. He lunged at Pyro, claws extended, and did not hesitated to stab the boy in his stomach. Pyro gasped and fell slowly to the ground, clutching his bleeding stomach. "Tell me where Adam is." Logan demanded, making sure Pyro knew that he would stab him again if he did not answer.

Pyro lifted a shaking hand and pointed down the alley. "Magneto's meeting with him at…" He coughed up some blood, "at the Moonlight Club. Right now."

Logan pulled his claws back into his hands and walked away, leaving Pyro to bleed to death.

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"Don't worry too much." Xavier said, wheeling his way over to Abby. She smiled sadly at him.

"I can't help it." She told the Professor. "He's my…everything."

"I know he is." Xavier smiled. "But, I have some good news for you, Abby." She looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "Elektra and Matt are on their way as we speak." Abby's face lit up after days of sorrow. "I thought it might help to have old friends around in this time of need." The Professor explained.

"Thank you so much!" Abby said, hugging the Professor before he could stop her. He did not know how to react—none of his students had ever shown such affection and gratitude towards him—so he finally just hugged her back.

Abby had tears in her eyes when she pulled away. "I haven't seen them in so long." She said. She glanced past the Professor at Cyclops, who was standing silently in the doorway, an amused smile on his face. Xavier turned his chair to face the X-man.

"What is it Scott?" He asked.

"Storm's awake." He said, and Xavier and Abby headed towards the door. Just as Abby was about to leave, Cyclops gently touched her arm and stopped her. "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier." He said. "It's just…" He was a bit choked up, but fighting it, "I lost Jean. I don't want to lose another friend."

"You loved Jean." Abby told him. "And I love Adam. So, you can see why I worry so much. I don't want to lose him either."

"I promise I'll help you find him and cure him." Cyclops told her with complete sincerity. "You won't lose the one you love. I won't let it happen again."

"Thank you, Scott." Abby said, giving him a weak smile.

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