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: Holding Onto Hope
Genre: Comic/Romance/Drama/Action
Setting: Two years after Returning To You.
Author's Note: Bah, here it is… The most dreaded Chapter Four. I must say, however, I liked how it turned out. I made Elektra think more gory thoughts. :) I like it. Teehee.
Anyway, read and review. Please don't hurt me in any way possible. No death threats and what-not… I don't want to see a need for me to hide in a safe house for any possible reason. Umm… Yeah, that's about it.
Summary: (Sequel to Returning to You) Two years later, Kingpin seeks revenge from the Daredevil. Elektra isn't really adjusting to the whole soccer mom/house wife routine and is determined to return to herself. A visitor from an alternate world makes an appearance to 'help.'
Chapter Four
Death and Betrayal
Matt's and Elektra's Apartment
Elektra lead Abby out of the apartment after Jamie was placed out of the high chair and into the living room. Abby turned around to face Elektra with a slight smile, "I'll tell Dad you say 'hi.' Yeah, I got it. You say the same thing every time I leave." She pointed out.
She smiled as well, "I need to see him again then. It's been a while."
"Yeah, well… You've been busy." Abby replied with a shrug.
Elektra sighed lightly, "Tell me about it. I'm grateful you can baby-sit whenever."
"Until classes start up again in August." Abby reminded her.
"Right… Just need to keep a lower profile." She murmured.
"The Murdock-Natchio's back-out dates." Abby remarked as she headed down the hall. "I'll see you later."
Elektra leaned against the doorframe and waved, watching the teenager walk into the elevator and disappearing from sight before returning her attention to the young two year old randomly laying down in front of the television set on the couch. She smiled. It appeared that the television had turned into an electronic friend.
"Hey, baby…" She said softly. "You want to talk to Mommy?" She asked, picking the girl up who was chewing on the tip of her bottle. Jamie slowly shook her head as her transfixed eyes stared at the television set. Elektra's shoulders dropped, "You choose the television over Mommy?" Jamie stared from the television and directly at Elektra. She shook her head again.
Elektra brought Jamie close to her chest as she carefully laid down on the couch, kissing the top of her head as Jamie cuddled up against her, "Hell is going to break out, Jamie… But Mommy promises you'll be safe."
Jamie looked up towards her mother with a slight frown as she curled up even closer. Something bad was going to happen… Even the two year old toddler could feel it.
Murdock's and Nelson's Law Office
Matt perked up at the sound of the clanging of a bell coming from the front door of the office. They had visitor. He could tell that much. He sniffed the air slightly. There was that rose oil smell. He paused for a moment. Elektra? What would she be doing here? Normally she called before she visited just to give them a heads up and so that Matt could say if they were with a client or not.
"Elektra?" He questioned anyways.
"Not exactly." Replied the voice. Matt frowned lightly. He heard that voice before… Two years ago… "Jamie?" He asked.
The tall woman figure in front of him smirked lightly as she brushed back strands of hair that had fallen onto her shoulders. Her bright green eyes glowed dangerously, "Correct you are." She replied. "It's nice to see you again… Matt."
"Why did you break into the nursery?" Matt dropped his voice so only he and her could hear him.
For a moment, the woman seemed puzzled, unable to determine what Matt was talking about, as if the whole thing never happened. She shook her head, "I'm not here to discuss that. I need to speak with you and Elektra. Tonight. While you're at it, let's play a game of dress up, if you know what I mean." She hissed.
"What is this about?" Matt replied in a hiss as well.
"Just a simple conversation that I wish to have, nothing more nothing less." She replied with a shrug of the shoulder. "I can possible help you with your little 'problem.'" She turned around and began to head for the exit.
"Jay." Matt called out to her. "Jamie."
The woman turned around again, "Yes?"
"Time?"
"Midnight. How does that sound?" She replied, but didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she finally exited the law office.
Streets of Hell's Kitchen
Jamie silently walked down the street away from the law office, smirking to herself rather devilishly. She turned into an abandoned alleyway and hide behind one of the massive dumpsters.
That was easy. The sucker fell right into his trap. The figure of the young woman began to morph and take shape of Bullseye.
Rooftops of Hell's Kitchen
Midnight
"She didn't really give me an exact location." Daredevil stated as he turned his head towards Elektra who stood beside him, leaning against a few pipes. "I figure if we stay in one stop, then she'll come to us."
Elektra nodded slightly, "That or be reduced to sitting ducks… again… Matt, this whole thing sounds far fetched. Why would she want to meet us now and here? She should know where the apartment is, right? She did grow up there-"
"We don't know that." Daredevil replied. "We could have moved. She doesn't really speak about the 'future' at all. Maybe she doesn't even remember the place to begin with. Maybe we moved out while she was still too young to remember anything."
"Or maybe someone is pulling our leg… Did you ever think of that one?" She questioned. "Bullseye-"
"I don't think she would work for Bullseye, E. Now that's far fetched." He replied.
"What if you are giving her too much credit?" She asked. "How do we know that this is really our daughter from the future? We have no proof. We have nothing that can point out the fact that this woman is really Jay."
"Father's instinct." Daredevil simply answered. "Gut feeling."
"You're actually laying everything down on the line because of some gut instinct?" Elektra hissed. "Matt."
"I know I'm right." Daredevil stated. "Two years ago… Elektra, that same woman came to us. She said your life. All she wanted in return was a hug."
"And? That doesn't prove anything." Elektra pointed out.
"Amusing conversation you two are having." Jamie's voice came from the opposite side of the rooftop. The young woman was leaning against the wall with her arms folded over her chest. Daredevil lifted his head slightly as Elektra stared her down.
"We're here." Daredevil said. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Yes, what is so important that you couldn't dare to say in the walls of your former apartment?" Elektra scoffed under her breath. For some odd reason, she just couldn't trust this woman at all. This was her gut instinct talking. She cleared her throat and spoke up, "Why are you even here to begin with?"
"Your answers will all be answered very soon, but in the mean time…" Jamie withdrew a gun from its hostler at her side, instantly aiming it at the pipes Elektra was leaning again. "This will have to do…"
Elektra quickly stood up straight and withdrew her sais, but she wasn't fast enough; not for a speeding bullet. With a pull of a trigger, the bullet rushed and slammed into the pipes, causing a hole to be punctured; causing them to hiss at a high pitched note which ultimately had Daredevil on his knees, covering his ears, gritting his teeth.
"Matt!" Elektra knelt down, her hand over his shoulder. She wasn't sure what to do in this situation. She held up her sai and took quick aim towards the woman, but once more, she was too slow. It was as if Jamie's attacks were at super speed. The woman fired again, this time at a new target: the right chamber of Daredevil's heart.
Elektra's eyes widened as Matt had instantly collapsed against her. She stared up at Jamie with cold eyes, literally frozen at the stop she was at. How dare she smirk at her… She watched as Jamie threw a rose at the two of them and jumped off from the ledge, out of Elektra's sight, where she was free to morph into the original form: Bullseye.
Elektra turned her attention back to Matt. She carefully laid him on her lap, "Matt…" She called to him. "Please, listen to me… Hear my voice." She stated. "Come back to me… Follow my voice…"
After a few moments she shook her head. Why wasn't this working? It brought Abby back… Why not Matt? Matt surely had a warrior spirit too… Right? "Matt…" She called to him once again. "You can't leave me." Panic began to take over the assassin. "Jamie needs you; I need you." She shook her head again. "Oh God, please…" She could feel her body beginning to tremble, "Matt…"
He still didn't answer her frantic lover's cries. God, why wasn't this working? Was it because she hadn't practiced the art in a while? Did she loose her touch? Her knack at it? She wrapped her arms tightly around Matt's body, holding him extremely close to her, allowing her tears to run down from her face and onto his, "Matt…" She whispered into his ear one last time. "…I love you."
She lowered her lips upon his still warm ones, closing the space between them. She softly pecked at them before resting her head on his shoulder as the blood trailed from his chest and down her arm.
Cemetery
It was a bleak day when the blind lawyer, Matt Murdock, was placed to rest. Elektra silently stood next to Foggy, holding Jamie tightly close to her; her only living reminder of Matt, or that's how she viewed it. She watched, baring no emotion as they laid Matt's coffin into the earth. Foggy wrapped his arm around Elektra's shoulder comfortingly, but she didn't really need it; she didn't want to be comforted… Not by him. She wanted revenge for Matt's death. That would be the true comfort… Knowing that he was resting safely while his kill suffered for all eternity.
A thought lingered in the back of her mind. Why wasn't she able to reach Stick at all these last few days? He never replied to her calls. He could have saved Matt because Elektra had surely failed to do so and she admitted to it. God damnit, Matt! Why did you have to follow on some stupid gut instinct? She bit her lower lip slightly. Things weren't going to be the same. She knew it.
Shivers ran up and down her spine. She turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder. They instantly locked on a figure standing in the back row. Bright green eyes locked on bright green eyes. One appearing to be dangerous upset while the other held grief and sorrow. Some eyes for the murdered who just killed Matt. Elektra felt a growl build up behind her throat. Oh how she wanted to just stab those eyes out with her sai… Pluck them out right from those sockets. While she was at it, she would stab that black heart multiple times, until it was nothing more than a holey piece of meat.
She honestly had some nerve to show up here.
Elektra slowly shook her head as she brought her attention back up to the front.
Matt's and Elektra's Apartment
This was a task she seriously did not want to do, but it had to be done. Elektra was slowly packing away Matt's belongings. It had only been two hours since the funeral and she was already home and packing his things away. She didn't want to dread on this any longer then she had to. It would pull her down; make her crash. She needed to be strong, not just for Jamie, but strong enough to murder that wench that caused all this pain.
She began to fold up one of his plain white night shirts, only to have a small black velvet box tumble out from it. A frown played her face as she picked it up with slender, gentle finger tips. She examined it for a moment before opening it. Just as she feared…
With a single hand, she covered her mouth as she stared at the silver diamond ring. It was an engagement ring… Just how long did Matt plan on hiding this? When was he going to even give it to her?
She shook her head for what felt like the millionth time today, "I'm going to kill that bitch…" She hissed.
Stick's Compound
Jamie stormed right up to the blind sensei with a look of displeasure on her face, "You lied to me, old man." She hissed. "Matt isn't suppose to die for another three years, when I'm five years old. What the hell is going on?"
"You certainly have your mother's temper-"
"Don't play games with me." She growled. "What the hell is going on?" She repeated coldly.
"Destiny always gets its way, Jamie." Stick explained. "Coming back here caused a time ripple, it changed the outcomes of what should have happened if no one interfered-"
"Who killed Matt?"
"It was Bullseye." Stick replied calmly.
"That's not possible." Jamie began. "I killed Bullseye two years ago."
He nodded lightly, "That is correct. Kingpin and his team of doctors were able to rebuild him from his dead body as a cyborg."
Jamie shook her head slightly, "I have to warn Elektra."
"Be careful, Jamie." Stick warned. "Elektra is a bit on the edge at the moment…"
Matt's and Elektra's Apartment
There was no way she was going to waste precious time over the simple needed things. No, she needed to get stronger. She needed to be able to match that woman move for move. She was faster than Elektra by a long shot. Not for long, however. It was all going to change. This being the case, Elektra left the toddler with the Millers'. Right now, she couldn't have anything distract her.
She brought her sais up from her side. At her quickest speed, she slashed towards the sandbags hanging in the room. Instantly, they ripped open and sand began to pour onto the once cleaned floor.
Too bad this training session didn't last long. She came to a quick stop and glared into the hallway. Quickly, she walked out into it, getting a clear view of the front door to the apartment where she watched the doorknob jerk.
Standing behind it was Jamie, who just picked the lock free with a paperclip that she just tossed aside. Her hand wrapped around the handle and she pushed it open, only to be welcomed with a flying sai that stabbed into the doorframe. Jamie followed the direction of which the weapon had been thrown from. Her eyes met Elektra's coldly narrowed ones.
"The next time one won't miss."
A look of confusion appeared on Jamie's face, "What's going on?"
"What's going on?" Elektra repeated. "You bitch. You killed the only person I dared to love." She hissed. "You killed Matt; your biggest mistake ever."
Her answer caused the woman to shake her head. Elektra paid no attention to it. Instead, she threw her other sai at her. Jamie quickly responded. She dived out of the way and tumbled back onto her feet while Elektra ran over to the entrance to collect her sais.
Jamie withdrew her own sais. Elektra was going to take to the offense. She had to be the defense, that is… if she wanted to keep living.
Elektra quickly came at her, swinging the sai directly at Jamie's neck, who brought up her own blade to block. "You posed as our daughter. You wanted to gain our trust… All that to just kill us." She growled. "Tell me, what did you plan on doing when one of us survived? Do you think we would let you walk away?" She spat, keeping the offensive attacks up.
Jamie continued to block, using every single ounce of training she had acquired over the years of her life, "I didn't kill Matt! It was Bullseye!" She tried to point out.
"Bullseye's dead. Just like you."
With a flick of the wrist, Elektra stabbed the woman's lower right abdomen. Jamie instantly froze, eyes widening. She was just… … by her own…
"Justice is served." Elektra said harshly, twisting the blade and then kicking the woman down against the wall.
"I'd never kill him…" She continued to mumble, shaking her head. "I would never kill my own father." Tears appeared behind her bright green eyes that were still in a state of shock. "I… I was… I was just trying… to save you guys…" She coughed. "Please, believe me…" She begged.
Elektra strongly wanted to say know. She wanted to claim that she knew what she saw. Oh how she wanted to just laugh in this woman's face. What did she have to believe in? She was an imposter… or was she? Elektra knelt down slightly. She knew she remembered correctly. If this was Jamie… her daughter, then she would have a birthmark of a distorted looking rainbow next to her belly button.
Carefully, she lifted the hem of the black leather top the woman was wearing. Thankfully, the sai had stabbed through nothing but skin, so it wouldn't give her trouble. She lifted it up and then closed her eyes tightly to make sure she wasn't seeing things. There it was… Right next to the woman's belly button. She ran her fingers over the mark a few times, half heartedly trying to prove that it was a fake, but it was real.
"How did my mother die?" Elektra demanded. It was a bit of information she shared with hardly any one. Only Matt had known.
"She was murdered when you were a little girl… By a member of The Hand." The woman replied while shaking. She gasped for air. "…Your father… and yourself… were murdered by Bullseye…"
Elektra shook her head. Why did she have to answer correctly? Why couldn't she have been some imposter? She placed her hand on Jamie's cheek, "My God…" She whispered. "Jay-Jay… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She carefully gripped the hilt of the sai and pulled it out, causing blood to gush forth from the wound, "God, Jamie, hold on… Don't you dare leave."
To Be Continued
dissolution89: At the end of 'Returning to You,' Abby was fifteen. She was fourteen when it all roughly started and then as the time went on, she celebrated another birthday… and now two years later, she's seventeen. Sorry that wasn't so clear. :\