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: School is quickly coming to an end: May 19th to be exact. :) It's all good. I'll have more time to update my fan fics before I leave for Europe.
Starting June 9th, I may or may not be able to update my fan fics for five weeks. Yeah, five. I'll be in Germany/Italy visiting some family members and I'm not sure if there's a chance for me to connect my laptop to a phone line. Internet is deadly expensive where my family is located in Italy. It's rather scary. :\
So far, you guys want a prequel for a better understand of Jamie. Wh00t. She has got to be my favorite character I have ever have had the privilege of making, seriously. She's a pretty well developed character.
Reviews are flying in like hotcakes! You guys are nuts:P Yes, I mean that in the nicest way possible. I love you all. :)
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 Six
The Future Is In Trouble
Matt's and Elektra's Apartment
"This is what Bullseye would want you to do." Jamie pointed out. "If you go out to confront him now, you'll be like a sitting duck. You are in no shape to fight and you know it, well, no shape to fight mentally and he'll use it against you. You're an emotional wreck."
Elektra continued to pace in the room. She had been listening the young woman's reasoning for what felt like hours, but it had only been minutes. This was so tempting. She could easily go out and confront Matt's killer. She could easily bring him 'to justice.' Her bright green eyes stayed staring at the floor, "Bullseye will just keep killing until he gets what he wants. Who knows what if he gets to the Millers next?"
"There is no way Bullseye can know of their location. Jamie, Abby, and Mark are safe there for the meantime, alright?" Jamie stated.
"For the meantime." Elektra repeated.
Jamie nodded slightly, "You shouldn't go after Bullseye by yourself-"
"I wasn't going to." Elektra replied, causing the other woman to appear a tad bit confused. Just where was she going with this?
"You're an excellent fighter, Jamie." Elektra complimented. "Nothing less then I could ever expect and I admit, I only managed to wound you by a cheat shop. It was an opportunity and I took it. I was sickened with revenge…" She looked up. "I give you credit, you matched every single one of my moves that I threw at you."
"Trust me, you've thrown a lot more." Jamie mumbled under her breath.
"I want you to fight with me." Elektra added.
Jamie raised an eyebrow, "If you haven't noticed, I have a hard time just standing up, not to mention properly fighting some crazy psycho murderer. I'm going to be out a little while more."
"Then that gives me a little while to prepare myself." Elektra replied.
This didn't sound like the Elektra Jamie had come to know. She tilted her head to the side. This was all very odd and confusing. The Elektra she knew wouldn't wait for anything, she wouldn't listen to gibberish either. She would have been gone by now to do what she wanted to do.
But for know, she decided to take advantage of this certain personality trait, "If Bullseye can trick you into believing that I killed Matt, then he is probably more advanced then what he was back in the day."
"He was disguised as you when he killed Matt." Elektra stated.
"Shape shifting." Jamie quickly replied. "It's a serious dark art trait. We have a hard time with it back in my time. It's seriously a pain in the ass."
A moment of silence fell between them; a very uncomfortable moment of silence. Either of them didn't know what to say to the other. Jamie cleared her throat and then rested her eyes on Elektra's figure.
"You shouldn't keep your emotions bottled up inside you, you know." She murmured. "You're going to have some pretty serious issues later on."
Elektra shook her head, "I need to be-"
"Strong?" Jamie guessed and then scoffed. "You need to be strong for no one. My mother told me that from the day my father died to the day she died. It's no good suppressing your emotions. Hell, I know. Do you know how much I had to deal with because she had nervous break downs every now and again?"
Strangely, Elektra smiled lightly, but it quickly disappeared, "You're a good girl, Jamie."
Downtown Bar
These types of places were like home to the infamous Bullseye. You could always spot the man in one of these run down bars. He blended it very well in this surrounding. It was perfect.
He stood in the back, holding the phone to his ear, smirking very lightly as he nodded along to the Kingpin's orders and information.
"You have the address." Kingpin said. "Now, go the Millers' residents and murder everyone you can get your hands on inside that apartment."
"Got it."
Millers' Apartment
The constant crying of the toddler was giving Mark Miller a pounding headache. He paced around the apartment, carrying the child, bouncing her slightly up and down, trying to get her to calm down. Of course, he didn't know what was wrong or how long it would take Abby to get back from the errands he had her run. Abby always was good with Jamie, but at the moment, Mark was now questioning how he ever managed to raise Abby if he was doing this horribly.
Then again, it had been years since Abby was a toddler. That, and he and his wife had each other to fall back onto if they got into a knit with the whole parenthood deal. They quickly learned that parenthood wasn't a walk in the park as some people made it seem to be. He shook his head lightly as he scoffed at that idea.
What a joke…
"Come on, Jay… Uncle Mark wants you to take a little afternoon nap." He cooed, his eyes darting around the living room, trying to find something that would entertain the girl, instead, he heard the front door open and close. Great, Abby was back. Maybe now Jamie would fall asleep and he could ride out this headache.
"Abby?" He called out, but didn't get the answer he was waiting for.
"Not exactly." Bullseye replied, flicking a paperclip into Mark's neck, causing the full grown man to collapse onto the ground, using his arms to protect the child he was still holding. Jamie quickly began to scream bloody murder, sensing danger, "Momma!"
"Shut up." Bullseye groaned as he picked her up by the back of her shirt roughly, hoisting her up to his eye level.
"Momma!" Jamie cried. "Moooommmmmaaaaa!" Fat tears rolled down her cheeks from her frightened green eyes. Where was Elektra? Why wasn't she saving her? Where was her Momma? She was scared out of her mind. What happened to her Uncle Mark? Why was he laying on the floor? Why wasn't he moving? What was that red stuff coming from his neck?
Bullseye slowly shook his head, "'Momma' can't hear you." He answered, grazing the child's neck with the edge of another paperclip until blood was summoned forth from the tenderly soft skin.
Millers' Apartment
One Hour Later
Tiredly, Abby dragged the random bags of groceries and supplies Mark had sent her out to get earlier today. A yawn forcefully escaped her as she dug into her pocket, searching for the key that would allow her to enter the apartment to begin with. Easily, she found it, unlocked the door, and took a step into the room.
"Dad!" She called, pulling the bags along. "Can you lend me a hand?" She asked, stepping out of the entrance hallway and into the living room and the sight caused her eyes to widen with fright, not only that, but she horribly gagged, dropping all the bags around her.
She couldn't even look. A shaky hand pulled her cell phone out of her pocket as she quickly and accurately 911.
The stench was awful. It was drilling itself a permanent home inside her nostrils; she could feel it. She tried her hardest not to gag once more; to keep her lunch down. This was a pretty difficult task.
Finally, there was an answer, "I need an ambulance." Abby quickly stated. "My father and the child we were babysitting have been wounded." She tried to explain calmly.
The man on the opposite line tried to sound reassuring, saying that an ambulance was there way; they would be there one arriving within three to five minutes. Abby merely nodded along, saying all right. She quickly hung up and then dialed Elektra's number as she pushed strands of hair behind her ear.
Who the hell would do this?
Matt's and Elektra's Apartment
She instantly perked at hearing her cell phone ring. It was somewhat odd since it hardly ever rang now of days. The only calls she would ever get were the ones from Matt, so hearing the phone ring caused her stomach to turn into knots. Half the time, she was still expecting Matt to answer.
This meant, it automatically meant it had to be Abby, and she wouldn't just call out of the blue. It wasn't like her. Something must have happened. Oh God. Was Jamie alright? There were those motherly instincts kicking in again. She quickly stood up from the living room couch and walked into the kitchen where the phone laid ringing on the counter top.
She quickly brought it to her ear, "Hello?" She asked, only to be answered by Abby's shaking voice. She was right. Something did happen.
"Elektra. I-…I just came home and they- They were both- God, they were both hurt!" The teenager stuttered.
"Abby, calm down." Elektra said soothingly. "Who's hurt?"
"Dad and Jamie." Abby choked.
Elektra felt her heart leap up into her throat as it skipped a beat. Her eyes widened. Jamie was hurt. Panic quickly took over. If anything happened to her little girl, she would have nothing left. As lame as it sounds, she would be nothing.
The phone dropped to the carpeted floor out in the living room where Elektra had subconsciously walked into while talking. Her eyes jerked up towards the young woman who was leaning against the doorframe to the master bedroom.
Jamie frowned lightly. She knew this woman like an open book, believe it or not. It took a lot to scare Elektra in the way she appeared to be scared and there was no sense of hiding it either, of course.
"Bullseye, I'm betting more than anything, got to Jay-Jay." Elektra claimed.
An odd sensation came over Jamie, as if her neck was blazing on fire, as if it had been torn into. She rubbed it slightly, pulling back her hand, expecting to see blood but there wasn't any. That's when she realized Stick's theory, one that he explained before she came back to this time. If anything would happen to the child, there was a chance that Jamie would feel it as well because the two beings were laced together in existence throughout time and universe. Of course, it was a theory back then and it appeared that Stick was right once more.
"It's not over yet." Jamie murmured.
"Bullseye killed my father and Matt." Elektra tried to speak without her voice shaking. "The hell I'm going to allow him to my daughter from me; over my dead body."
'Don't jinx yourself.' Jamie caught herself thinking before clearing her throat. "If she were to die, I would be the first to know. We're 'connected; lace together through the boundaries of time and space' or whatever Stick said. Whatever she feels, I feel since she's somewhat my past."
"Then she's still hanging on, she's still alive." Elektra said to reassure herself. "My little fighter."
Jamie continued to rub her neck, "Yeah, but barely. She's suffering from a neck wound-" Rather suddenly, the woman stumbled over and with her quick reflexes, Elektra caught her. "And loosing blood, very dizzy. Whoa…"
Elektra shook her head, "Then stay here."
"I'm coming." Jamie replied. There was a trait they both shared: their sense of hardheadedness.
Millers' Apartment
Elektra didn't waste any time. She was in the apartment as fast as her legs could carry her. Jamie lingered behind slightly. The elevator had been down in the building, so the stairs had proven to be a problem for the woman. Naturally, she had told Elektra to go on and continue upstairs. There was no need to wait for her.
"Are you okay?" Elektra asked Abby, kneeling down next to the teenager who still seemed to be in a state of shock.
"They're lucky to be alive." Jamie murmured what the paramedics and told her as they rushed both Mark and the toddler off to the hospital.
"We need to get to the hospital." Elektra stated, helping Abby stand back up.
Hospital
A rather young doctor flipped through his notes that were pinned against his clipboard. He adjusted his glasses as he continued to walk towards the waiting room. Elektra and Jamie quickly took notice of his appearance and both stood up. Abby was still curled up on one of the chairs, pretty much unable to grab a sense of reality.
"Is she alright?" Elektra questioned automatically; motherly instinct.
"It's no mystery. The child obliviously lost a lot of blood before our paramedics were able to reach her. If they would have taken any longer, it would have sent her into a state of shock, leading her straight to death-" The doctor began to explain.
"If any blood needs to be donated, I'll volunteer." Jamie quickly pointed out.
The odd reality of this made Elektra smile lightly. Jamie would be a perfect match for the little girl, no joke. They were the same person.
The doctor shook his head, "We already have that taken care of. The child is resting peacefully. The young man is slowly coming around as we speak." He added, causing Abby to shift lightly.
"That's great news." Jamie stated as she pulled at the hem of her shirt.
"Um, Miss?" The doctor asked, pointing to the blood stain on the lower right side of the shirt. "Were you at the scene of the accident early? You may want to get rid of that shirt. Blood can be nasty to get out of clothes."
Jamie gazed down towards where the kind doctor had pointed, "Oh… that." She mumbled. "The wound reopened."
"Wound?" The doctor questioned.
Jamie looked up, "I was injured at a construction site." She quickly lied.
"What were you doing at a construction site?"
"I woke at a construction site." Jamie lied once more. Just how was she supposed to cover this one up? Oh, I'm from the future and I've come back in time to warn my parents of the possible out come of my life. My mother taught I killed my father, so she tried to kill me, but it's all good… Ha.
"Have you sought medical attention?" He asked.
"Simple first aid." She answered truthfully.
"If left untreated properly, it could get infected." He pointed out. "I need to ask you to come with me."
Jamie looked over her shoulder towards Elektra who nodded slightly. Why not? Elektra had enough money to cover all this. Might as well make sure Jamie was alright, right? She sat back down on the chair next to Abby, wrapping her arm around the girl's shoulder, who automatically leaned her head against Elektra.
Hospital – Medical Room
It only took him a good twenty minutes, but the doctor did his job at cleaning the wound thoroughly. He was now cleaning off his tools as Jamie lowered her shirt. "So, how are you related to the woman in the waiting room?" He asked.
Jamie raised an eyebrow, "I never said that I was." She replied.
"I'm just guessing, you know." He shrugged his shoulders. "The two of you look so much alike… So, kind of thought you'd be related in some way."
"I'm… her younger sister." Jamie carefully answered.
"Your name is Jamie also? Like her daughter?" He then asked.
God damn, where was this guy getting at? Or was she just being too paranoid? He was just asking questions. He was curious. "We're very close sisters…" She mumbled, all of a sudden feeling rather tired and drossy.
"The side effects of those pain killers are starting to work, I see." He stated. "And soon, you'll be too weak to even move." He added with a smirk as his form slowly changed into the infamous Bullseye.
Jamie's head jerked up. Crap. He was right. With all the strength she gathered, she could barely lifted her hand anymore, "Elektra!" She shouted.
Bullseye walked around the examining table, wrapping his arm around Jamie's neck, using his hand to cover his mouth. There was really no need for it anyways, "These walls are soundproof." He noted, his smirk growing. "No one can hear you scream, girly… and it's about time you've stopped ruining this time line."
Jamie eyed the needle in his other hand filled with a strange yellow fluid. She could hear her heartbeat pound in her ears. Whole the hell was she suppose to escape this one?
With a swish of the wrist, Bullseye jammed the needle into her neck, injecting the mixture within into the woman's body.
It was now beginning.
To Be Continued
Dun dun dun! Now things start to heat up! Joy! An old character returns in the next chapter. You all better be looking forward to it. :)