A/N-The first two chapters take place when Abby still lived in Baltimore, and then the rest of them are going to follow the Elektra movie as well as I can remember it off the top of my head, although I am going to make a few improvements to the story as I see fit, so if you're the kind of person that doesn't like bad guys winning I suggest you don't read my fic.

"Abby! Get down! Now!" I dropped at the sound of Mom's yell, and then Dad came over and kneeled next to me.

"Don't worry Abby," he said. "Everything's going to be okay." I nodded to show that I'd heard, but didn't trust myself to speak. Our house is being attacked by The Hand and I don't know why.

"Abby, go. Just get out of the house. Your father and I will go get you."

"Why?" I asked, feeling fearful. "What's going on?"

"Abby, just go!"

I ran out of the house blindly, wondering why my family was being attacked. Were they in trouble with the law or something? Is it my fault? Did one of my practical jokes go too far? I wasn't even watching where I was going and I ran into someone. He was someone very large and as soon as I bumped into him he grabbed onto me. He put one arm around my waist and used the other to put me in a headlock.

I tried to wiggle free, but he was too big and muscley. I tried elbowing him to get him to let go, but he didn't budge. If he gave any indication of the fact I had even touched him it didn't show.

"Well, well, well. Our little Treasure does need to be taught how to behave," he said thickly. I grunted from the effort of trying to wiggle free, but he didn't budge. "Come on, let's take you to Kirigi. He'll teach you some manners."

I didn't like the sound of that, but there was nothing I could do. I didn't even know who Kirigi was, and for the first time I realized that my life could be in danger. The man lifted me up, but I kicked him as hard as I could in the shins, and he let go. I ran as fast as I could in the other direction, and was caught again by a man with tattoos all over his body. I screamed, but he wasn't going to let go. I even tried kicking him in the exact same spot I had kicked the other man, but he just laughed. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me mercilessly toward my house.

When we got a little closer, the guy with the tattoos took me over to the first guy that had grabbed me. "You take her to Kirigi," he said, putting my wrist into the other guy's hand. "You've got more at stake and you're the one that first caught her."

"Thank you, Tattoo, I am grateful."

"Don't be," the man called Tattoo said dismissively. "Just take her to Kirigi and be done with it. I personally don't want this business to go on any longer."

"What will Typhoid do about it?" the first man asked.

"Typhoid will be pissed," Tattoo said. "She has been for awhile; she doesn't want another Treasure. She doesn't understand how strong The Hand could become with all the alive Treasures. However, it is important to Kirigi that we have two Treasures, and I'm sure he doesn't want this one killed," he said, smiling at me. I made a disgusted noise in my throat and looked down. He had been talking like I wasn't even there, and that suited me just fine, but I was curious and too scared to ask any questions. I had never been scared as far back as I could remember, but what's this Treasure thing he was talking about? Does it have something to do with me? If it does, what? Duh! If it didn't have anything to do with me why would I be involved in it? What was going on?

"He's quite right," a voice said. I quickly looked up and saw a man who was smaller than the others, but by no means small. He was Asian and had a long, bony face. "Kirigi doesn't want to kill this one. He had killed one already and doesn't want it to happen again. However, I will if you make me," he told me. He smirked at me, and I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted answers, but at the same time, my mouth refused to open.

"Kirigi, here she is," the guy said. I couldn't believe this was happening. Why did all these people want me?

"Thank you. Come on, Treasure. We have a show to watch." The man named Kirigi grabbed my other wrist swiftly, smiled, and removed something. It was a fine, gold chain, and it seemed that my life depended on it. It was my only weapon, but now this man named Kirigi had it. He didn't just take it, though. He stretched it out to its full length, about three feet, and wrapped it around my neck. "Either we're going to do this right, or not at all," he said. "You pick. You can either follow me and stay alive, or die at the hand of evil in vain. It's your choice, but I'd choose the former if I were you. Life isn't so bad. You should give it a chance."

"I have a life," I said, finally picking up the courage to talk. "A life that doesn't involve you. You've taken my only weapon, and I don't even know what you want with me. I'm a curious person, and would appreciate if you didn't mock me." Kirigi evened out both ends of my chain, causing it to rub against the back of my neck. It hurt, but I wouldn't let myself give any indication of the fact that my own weapon had caused my neck to feel like it was going to come off. He slid his fist down the chain toward my neck, and stopped when I could feel his knuckle pushed against my throat, and then slid his fist a fraction of an inch further, causing his knuckle to go into my neck a little bit. He squatted a little, until we were eye to eye.

"Treasure, here's the rules. You do what I say and don't question my authority. I gave you your options. Choose one right now."

"My name's not Treasure, it's Abby," I said with strength I didn't have, wishing that he wouldn't kill me.

"I couldn't care less what your name is," Kirigi said. His eyes narrowed. "You might be a curious person, but I'm not a patient one, and right now you're making me wait, not happy. I'll give you ten seconds, and if you don't make your decision, I'll make it for you, and I guarantee you won't like it."

"Try me," I told him. "What if you make the right choice?"

"Oh believe me, I won't," Kirigi said. He dropped the chain, letting it fall around my neck, and then placed one of his hands about an inch away from my jaw on both sides. It mesmerized me, and I couldn't run away. There was somehow strength created by this weird action. Kirigi looked up toward the sky, and I could feel an emotion being sucked out of me. It wasn't gone, it was readable. It was the longing to rid the world of good. It was an emotion I've had since I was little, but I've always kept it in check, and nobody's ever known about it except for me. Now that Kirigi knew about it, though, I felt scared because now I knew that he would kill me. He had cheated. Kirigi picked up on my sudden emotion. He had to have. If he could sense an emotion as well hidden as my dark side, the sudden fear that erupted all of my body had to be easily readable even to someone who wasn't trying to read my emotions.

Kirigi smiled, sending a chill down my spine. "I'll give you one last chance. Do you want to live and join The Hand, or die and never hear another word from any of us again." He grabbed my chain again and ran his fist down it as far as it would go without taking my head off. "Well," he whispered, "What will it be?"

I took a deep breath, which hurt because Kirigi was putting so much pressure on my neck. "I'll join The Hand."

"Treasure, I don't want you saying that just so you can live. If I gave you the choice of escaping with my word that we would never touch you again and you could live, would you still choose to join The Hand?"

"Damn you, Kirigi," I half-shouted. "You read my emotions! Can't you see that I'm telling the truth?"

Kirigi did that crazy thing with his hands again and nodded his approval. "You've had this feeling since you were young, and kept it well hidden. Why?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I guess I just didn't want to get in trouble. I mean, this is Baltimore. Nothing ever happens here, so it wasn't like there was some evilest cult I could go join. Besides, the emotion's never been that strong. I almost forgot that it was there for a period of time."

"The Hand is not difficult to track down," Kirigi said.

"That's great, but I didn't even know The Hand even existed until you guys came and attacked my house. I just thought you guys were a legend."

"That reminds me!" Kirigi said with sarcastic delight. "We have a show to watch."

"A-a s-s-show?" I stuttered. Somehow I didn't get the greatest feeling about this.

"Yes. You get to see your parents die."

"B-b-b-but…"

"Treasure! If you're not going to talk right, you're not going to do it at all. If you're serious about joining The Hand you have to do this."

I was stunned. I knew I was evil, but this somehow seemed unreal. My parents?

"Well, I see that there were some things you hadn't counted on," Kirigi said. "Being in The Hand is not like joining a club. You have got to be pure evil, not an ounce of good inside of you. Valuing life is good. We don't want good, though. I'm going to give you one last chance to reevaluate your decision, and I'm not going to give you another one."

I didn't know what to do. I knew he was basically saying I had to choose between my life and my parents, but that seemed hard. I loved my parents. They were the only thing in this world I really, truly loved.

"If it helps your decision, you're parents are going to die whether you follow them or not," Kirigi said. I had no way of knowing he was telling the truth, though. However, if what he did say was true, I had nothing to lose.

"Fine," I said, growing more apprehensive by the second.

"I was hoping you would say that," Kirigi said. He grinned an evil grin. "Because you're going to be the one to kill them."

To Be Continued mwahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha. Can Abby do it? Can she kill her own parents?