Elektra/Daredevil
Written By: Angel of Neptune
Disclaimer
I do not; in anyway, own Daredevil or Elektra, who both are a part of Marvel. This fan fiction merely uses the characters involved within those two comics.
Title: Returning to You
Genre: Comic/Romance/Drama/Action
Setting: Right after the Elektra movie
Author's Note: Glad you are all enjoying this fan fic so far. Your reviews really mean a lot to me. :)
This chapter would have been posted on April 5th, but after discussing a few things with my editor, we both decided that we had to change the plot line for this chapter. The other draft was just… unbearable.
Yes, I have picked up my copy of 'Elektra' on DVD:) Does anyone else get extremely teary-eyed at the end of the movie? Hehe…
FYI, I'm sorry if Elektra seems OOC in this chapter. Trust me, there is a reason for it and if you are smart, you'll figure it out. ;)
Summary: After Elektra's adventure with the Millers, she returns to Hell's Kitchen; to Daredevil where she has to face new and more difficult challenges along with the return of an old 'friend.'
Chapter Three
Let the Truth Be Told
Hospital
Silently they both sat in the white, plain hospital waiting room, both staring off in front of them towards the tiled floor below. The taxi had gotten here in record time. Elektra wasn't sure how to really comfort Matt like this. She wasn't really the type of person to do all the comforting anyways. She was the type of person who was thought to continue on if something bad was happening to another human being. She was thought to care for herself because no one else mattered. Rather gingerly, she placed her hand on top of his which rested in his lap.
Matt jerked his head towards her, flashing her a very light smile as he did so. His grasp around her hand remained firm for a moment before weakening just a tiny bit, "I'm sorry about all this… I just wanted to take you out on a quite dinner."
"It's alright." She replied. "There will be other times."
"Those that mean you'll stay here with me?" He asked hopefully.
God, how many times did this man have to re-ask the same question over and over again? She sighed heavily, "I don't know." She fell silent for a moment of two. "The rose, back in the restaurant, why were you so upset about it? Jealous that some other man is watching, perhaps?"
"Now's not the time to talk about it." Matt replied in a muttered. "At least, not here."
Hospital – Hours later
Ben Urich, the reporter for the Post walked down the halls of the rather busy hospital. He tipped his hat back slightly and pulled his coat closely as he came to a stop in front of Matt. Elektra, at the moment, had fallen asleep against him minutes before. Urich pulled out his recorder just in case he would get extra information from the two of them, but before he could speak a single word, Matt had beaten him to it.
"You investigated the crime scene, Urich," Matt said blankly. "You have your story-"
"This ain't about my story, Murdock." Ben replied, taking the seat across from him. "I have some information that the Double D would like to know. Just thought I would share with you."
Matt perked up slightly, "What do you mean?"
"The man who hit Nelson." He began. "Off the bat, they figured a drunk, right? Wrong. The guy was murdered; killed by a damn paperclip."
Elektra slowly stirred, fluttering her eyes open as she straightened herself up in her seat to also pay attention.
"I don't know about you, but I know only of one guy who can throw a paperclip at that great of a velocity and with enough strength to do that much damage." Ben added.
"Bullseye." Elektra nearly hissed. The pain of having her own weapon; his very own sai, be the weapon of her death was still unbearable. It was her own weapon for crying out loud. It was basically an insult!
"Bing-o." Urich replied. "Police are on the look out for the guy, but let's face it. It will be the luck of the Devil that they could stop him."
"Daredevil always serves Justice." Matt murmured. "He'll give a big helping to Bullseye for sure."
"Not alone." Elektra added swiftly. "I want revenge for my father's death, for mine."
"You two carefully discuss that among yourself away from listening ears." Ben answered. "I need to get back to the office for my story."
Hospital – Late Morning
"Good to see you're alright." Matt stated as he stared off towards the wall. Foggy turned his head towards his blind partner.
"I feel like I've been hit by a semi-truck." Foggy retorted, causing Matt to smirking lightly. "But that's beside the point. Listen, Matt, I was told of a break-out. That's why I was heading to Nicholino's."
"Break out?" Matt repeated, his eyebrows narrowing slightly.
Foggy nodded subconsciously, "Yeah, Bullseye, Elektra's-"
"How did he escape?" Matt questioned.
"That, I'm not sure about." Foggy answered. "All I got word was that Bullseye managed to escape, killing every damn officer that laid sight of him. They think that he is still working for Kingpin."
"Kingpin's in jail, waiting to get tried." Matt pointed out. "How can he order Bullseye around?"
"There could be a third man working with them." Foggy shrugged his shoulders.
"It was reported that the Kingpin leaves roses behind to his next victims." Matt mumbled. "If what you're saying is true, do you think he would still leave behind those stupid roses?"
"I don't see why not-"
"Foggy, I got to go." Matt sighed. "Something important just came up."
Outside Matt's Apartment
Elektra followed Matt to the entrance of the apartment. It was a very silent trip from the hospital. He didn't say a single word and she didn't dare to either. She stood right behind him, her green eyes screaming out for rest, which was shocking, considering she would sometimes go days without sleep; it was the only way to block out her horrible nightmares. A frown took over her face as she shifted lightly. She could tell something was wrong, but what?
Matt rubbed his forehead as he turned around, pulling off his red-shaded sunglasses. His foggy grey eyes stared right past her. His dry lips parted; twitched, and then he released a deep sigh. There was really no easy way of saying this was there? "Foggy said something pretty interesting while we were at the hospital."
"Oh?" Elektra simply replied.
"Yeah. Apparently, he got an inside tip from someone that Bullseye escaped and could be under the influence of the Kingpin still." Matt explained and then waited for a reaction.
The woman felt every limb in her body freeze. Those two names. Those very two names she had never wanted to hear ever again… Why did he have to mention them? She could feel her blood begin to boil while they rushed in her veins. Fists formed at her sides and shook ever so lightly.
Matt noticed the quickening of her heart rate, which caused his head to jerk up, "I promise that I'll protect you from Bullseye-"
"I don't need protection, Matt." Elektra began. Her eyes, which were staring down towards the roofing, glared up towards his own blank stare. "I'm an assassin; the world's most lethal assassin." She stated pretty much bluntly and then waited for his own reaction to this harsh announcement.
"What?" He replied.
Elektra nodded, mostly to herself, "It's rather… difficult to explain. After Stick brought me back to life, I trained under him… It reached a point where I was kicked out." She didn't feel like going deep into details. Short little facts would do well in this situation. "I was lost. I had nowhere to go, Matt. It was the only thing I was good at; killing people. I made a living off it. Then, it all caught up to me. I think… I started to feel guilty, as Stick said, about all of it. That's when I met the Millers; Abby and Mark. I had to assassinate the both of them. Instead, I ended up protecting the two of them from The Hand. I tried to stop The Hand by myself, but Abby, being the pain in the ass that she is, followed after me."
Matt nodded along slightly.
"Abby made me realize that I wasn't as cold hearted as I thought I was." Elektra continued. "I nearly broke down when I thought I lost her, after I had just met her. I saved her life; I gave it back to her, and she gave me mine. Since that day; the day that I left her with her father to finally live a normal life… I'm not really sure what happened, but I feel like a whole new person."
"So I have this Abby person to thank for you not being a ruthless killer anymore?" He questioned.
She sighed, "You can think of it that way." She murmured, folding her arms over her chest as he entered the lock combination to the entrance of the apartment while she bit her lower lip as well. This wasn't really how she wanted to explain everything to him, but it was done. She had to sooner or later. She couldn't keep it away from him any longer. He was better off knowing; knowing who she was, when she was lost.
Miami, Florida
Closely, Abby was watching the small television set in the kitchen. She got closer and closer with every second, until Mark pulled her back that is. Abby looked up towards him and then pointed to the screen in the background; behind the reported who was discussing a fatal accident in Manhattan. She was pointed to a woman; a woman who looked un-doubtfully a lot like Elektra, who was leading a man behind the crowd.
Mark frowned lightly, "Abby, do you know how many people there are in Manhattan? What are the odds that that is-"
"Gut instinct." Abby replied. "I think I could pick out the only person in my life that was able to give me a second chance from a crowd, Dad…" She added in a muffled mumble.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, sighing, "Listen, kiddo, go pack your things."
"What? Why?" Abby questioned.
"I've decided to open a new business in Manhattan and I want to be there in person to make sure that everything is running the way that it should be." Mark explained. "If things don't work out, we can always come back here."
"Manhattan? As in Manhattan, New York, Manhattan?" Abby asked as she looked back towards the television screen. "That Manhattan?"
He nodded.
"Then maybe I can find Elektra again-"
"You don't even know if that was her, Abby." He said. "I don't want you to give your hopes up."
"When are we moving?" Abby asked, trying to change the subject at hand.
"A little less than two weeks."
A Few Days Later – Matt Murdock's Apartment
It was only common sense why Elektra had bothered to stay this long after her little visit with Matt. The news that her father's killer was back on the street was too tempting; as if a small child was just that they were able to have all the candy in the world with no self doubt what-so-ever. The offer was unbearably non-resistant, but it seemed too good to be real. Would she be able to defeat Bullseye without any trouble this time? Would she die now too?
Her self-doubt made her want to kick herself. No, she was going to simply avenge her father's death, just like she had done for her mother. It was only fair in her eyes. She began to strap her sais in place as she headed towards the exit, when, rather all of a sudden, she felt her stomach literally flip over.
She covered her mouth as she gagged. Her stomach was practically empty from earlier attempts, however, that didn't stop her from rushing back to the bathroom, just in case, where she sat on her knees, gagging repeatedly. She was grateful that Matt was taking care of Daredevil business at the moment. She didn't want him to see her like this; in a weak pathetic state. It was not like her at all… not after she had just told him she was an assassin.
This had to be nothing more than a really bad case of food poisoning. There could be no other cause. She nodded to herself, but still felt a tad bit doubtful. It didn't matter. As of now, she had un-settled business to take care of.
Rooftops of Hell's Kitchen
Silently, she roamed the roofs of the fearsome neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen, slowly working herself to the exact spot where she had died; where she had been murdered. Unintentionally, she whirled her sais around, listening to the swishing motion it made as it sliced through thin air; it was most relaxing.
It was surreal to be back up here, standing of the very same spot where she had died. It nearly caused her to snort. Just how people could rightfully say that statement? 'Hey! This is the spot that I was murdered at!' She shook her head lightly.
Faster then a speeding bullet, a dart whizzed right past her right cheek. She silently watched, however, she didn't flinch. It wasn't like her to flinch at these little things, even if they were as odd as a dart. Instead, it caused her to smirk because she now had her main personal evidence that Bullseye was indeed here and was truly after her. She gazed upward towards where the dart had been aimed from. Surely enough, she barely just saw the hem of a trench coat disappear from sight.
Subconsciously, she swirled her blades once more, resting the cool metal against her bare skin. Bullseye was just asking for a re-match and she was happy enough to accept that offer. This time, though, the odds would be in her favor and she was pretty damn sure of it.
To Be Continued
:) Just because I can, I'm going to now use this space to answer a few of your reviews because I need to find time to entertain myself while Renada looks over the outline to Chapter Five.
116VioletVengence128: Glad to hear you say that. :) I try to use as much details in my writing if my time allows it. (IE: At some point, a few parts seemed rushed because I'm lazy and don't have enough time on my hands… Like when I start typing this at five in the morning. :P ) I'm trying my best to stay away from OOC-ness. Gag, I really am. :
I-Cant-Think-Of-A-Name-Lol: Sorry for the OOC-ness. Beginnings normally give my extreme trouble and, as I experienced, are hard to recover from. Guh, let me tell ya. I'm working really hard to make this story one of a kind and very interesting. Like… A Matt/Elektra fan fic, but with lots of twisting and turning involved! We all love twisting and turning. :D
Tweedle-dee: I love having Abby and Elektra together. They were awesome in the movie, so you can expect to see them together by… the next chapter, I believe? I need to go over my outline. :P
For everyone who reviewed, thanks for reviewing. I really enjoy reading every single comment that I get. It really makes my day and encourages me to write. The more reviews I get, the more time I want to spend writing. (Just as Renada. I went on a little plotting spree earlier today. :) )
The up-coming chapter is… not action-packed? I'm not sure how to word it, but yeah. It's just going to be a nice peaceful chapter… and then hell breaks loose in chapter five. :D I'm really looking forward to typing chapter five. Really excited. Teeheehee.
