When I think of Kingpin and all the innocent people he killed it makes me
angry. They were all innocent. They didn't deserve to die. The longer I
think of him things change. My feelings change. I become sad because when
I think of him I think of her. Elektra didn't deserve to die. She was
innocent. She was guilty of nothing like the others. It wasn't her fault.
She was born into the wrong family and she was killed for it.
As a boy, growing up, my father was my hero. He used to be a boxing champion when I was a younger child. When I lost my sight we made a promise to eachother. We would gain back what we had lost. My Father trained hard to be a boxer again. He trained his best and he succeeded. He began to win all of his matches. One night he was killed. Kingpin had killed him. He didn't do anything. Elektra hadn't either. I hate King Pin more than I thought it was possible to hate someone. He killed the two people I cared the most about. He killed the only two people I had ever loved. He killed my father and he killed Elektra.
I will always remember my first meeting with Elektra. I will always remember how the doors open and in she came. I knew she was special, even if I didn't know what she looked like. I knew she was beautiful. I just knew. My partner said she was ugly in hopes to discourage me from chasing after her but I ignored him and walked over to her. I had to speak to her. I just had to. I walked over to her. I pretended I couldn't find the honey. I pretended like I didn't know where it was located. She got mad at me saying it was over there. I asked her to be more specific, and it was then that she realized I couldn't see. She was sorry. I remember something that always makes me smile. "I didn't get your name." "It wasn't given."
I didn't want her to get hurt. I didn't want her to hurt me either. I wanted her to be safe. In order for her to be safe she couldn't be with a guy like me. Being with me would always put her life in direct danger. I told my Partner that I had every intention of calling things off between us. He ofcourse thought it was the craziest thing he had ever heard of. He thought I should marry her immediately since she was the daughter of a very wealthy man. I never actually did call things off between us. I never wanted things between us to go too far. I just couldn't call things off between us. I was in love with her and I wanted her.
I remember standing on the rooftop with her. It was my special place. I came up here when I needed to think. I came up here when I felt like the world was on my shoulders. You could see the whole city from there. It was beautiful. She was the first girl I ever brought up there. She was the last one as well. I love the rain. When it first starts it's the only time I regain my sight if only for a few minutes. When the rain started that night on the rooftop I saw her. I saw her beauty. She was beautiful, gorgeous. I leaned in to kill her. She had the softest lips. I pulled back afraid of taking things too far, afraid of not being able to stop. "I have to go. I have work to do." She asked me to stay. I couldn't refuse her wish. One thing led to the next and we made love.
She's gone now. She died like the others did. She always said she'd find me and maybe someday she will. Maybe she will. For right now I'm on my own. I cried every night for her. But I'm no longer crying for her. I'm sobbing.
The End
As a boy, growing up, my father was my hero. He used to be a boxing champion when I was a younger child. When I lost my sight we made a promise to eachother. We would gain back what we had lost. My Father trained hard to be a boxer again. He trained his best and he succeeded. He began to win all of his matches. One night he was killed. Kingpin had killed him. He didn't do anything. Elektra hadn't either. I hate King Pin more than I thought it was possible to hate someone. He killed the two people I cared the most about. He killed the only two people I had ever loved. He killed my father and he killed Elektra.
I will always remember my first meeting with Elektra. I will always remember how the doors open and in she came. I knew she was special, even if I didn't know what she looked like. I knew she was beautiful. I just knew. My partner said she was ugly in hopes to discourage me from chasing after her but I ignored him and walked over to her. I had to speak to her. I just had to. I walked over to her. I pretended I couldn't find the honey. I pretended like I didn't know where it was located. She got mad at me saying it was over there. I asked her to be more specific, and it was then that she realized I couldn't see. She was sorry. I remember something that always makes me smile. "I didn't get your name." "It wasn't given."
I didn't want her to get hurt. I didn't want her to hurt me either. I wanted her to be safe. In order for her to be safe she couldn't be with a guy like me. Being with me would always put her life in direct danger. I told my Partner that I had every intention of calling things off between us. He ofcourse thought it was the craziest thing he had ever heard of. He thought I should marry her immediately since she was the daughter of a very wealthy man. I never actually did call things off between us. I never wanted things between us to go too far. I just couldn't call things off between us. I was in love with her and I wanted her.
I remember standing on the rooftop with her. It was my special place. I came up here when I needed to think. I came up here when I felt like the world was on my shoulders. You could see the whole city from there. It was beautiful. She was the first girl I ever brought up there. She was the last one as well. I love the rain. When it first starts it's the only time I regain my sight if only for a few minutes. When the rain started that night on the rooftop I saw her. I saw her beauty. She was beautiful, gorgeous. I leaned in to kill her. She had the softest lips. I pulled back afraid of taking things too far, afraid of not being able to stop. "I have to go. I have work to do." She asked me to stay. I couldn't refuse her wish. One thing led to the next and we made love.
She's gone now. She died like the others did. She always said she'd find me and maybe someday she will. Maybe she will. For right now I'm on my own. I cried every night for her. But I'm no longer crying for her. I'm sobbing.
The End