Author: lostariel.merilwen01 PM
Courage is the resistance and mastery of fear, not the absence. Learn it. Live it. Love it.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Sylar/Gabriel G. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 9,839 - Reviews: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-14-12 - Published: 04-26-12 - id: 8060614
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Here is the second chapter! I really hope you enjoyed the last one! PLEASE leave a review and let me know what you think! :)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but any OCs and the plot. :) Enjoy!
"Your body is telling you that there is an...intruder of sorts. Your body is incredible, and your senses have been enhanced over time through your training, but it cannot be specifically trained for this. It will be fine, though. You will be fine."
Elektra raised her eyebrows. "So I have a parasite or something?" she asked sceptically.
"Not a parasite, but a precious life."
Elektra froze. "I'm pregnant?"
August 19th, 2011
"Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts. We are preparing for landing. Should you encounter any difficulties, notify a steward or stewardess as soon as possible. Thank you." There was a click as the speakers turned off and all the passengers on the plan began to click their seatbelts into place.
"Miss? Miss!" someone called to Elektra, and she snapped out of her daydream and turned to the old woman beside her. "We are getting ready to land. The pilot said to fasten seatbelts as soon as possible. I just thought I would let you know."
"Thanks. Sorry, I am a little out of it," she told the woman as she clicked her seatbelt on.
"Is everything alright dear?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine."
"Well, just make sure you're looking after yourself. You don't look so good," she commented, and Elektra couldn't help the small smile on her lips. "What is it?" the woman asked amusedly as the plane began to descend.
"I just...I am just coming home from a trip, and I am excited," she replied half-truthfully.
"Oh! Are you returning to a special someone, perhaps?" the old woman inquired with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
Elektra found herself blushing for the first time in years. "My husband and stepdaughter are waiting for me."
"Oh really? Lucky you, dear, lucky you! What are they like?"
"Perfect in every way," Elektra replied dreamily, though that was not like her at all. "Mark is supportive, kind and wonderful, and Abby is...well, she's Abby. Stubborn, irritating, rough and determined to make my life a living hell. But I love her more than anything."
"Sounds like you got yourself a whole family package there."
"Well, almost, but I'll have the rest soon," she said mysteriously.
"Oh, really?" the old woman asked curiously.
Elektra allowed a little smile to show on her features and her hand slid to her stomach. The old woman chuckled, and her kind, grey eyes sparkled.
"You're being totally unfair!" Abby yelled as she glared at her father.
"Abby, you know it wouldn't be safe-"
"It would be FINE, Dad. I think I am able to look after myself!" she told him, and he sighed, rubbing his face.
"Abby, I don't want to fight you, but you can't go to that party, and that is final."
"You can't be serious!" she exclaimed, and he nodded.
"I am dead serious, Abigail. Now, what flavour pizza would you like for tonight?" he asked, changing the subject. Elektra usually cooked, but she wasn't there, so he had decided to order pizza instead.
Abby bit her lip as tears sprung to her eye and she looked at her father in disbelief. "I hate you," she spat finally, before running out of the room and up to her own.
She looked in the mirror for a moment, taking in her appearance. She had gotten dressed up and everything, in a nice shirt, jeans, heels and a leather jacket, and her hair was up in a nice pony tail. She had done all that, and her make up, only to have her father tell her she couldn't go.
She grabbed a tissue and dabbed the tears from her eyes a little, and checked to make sure her make up was still acceptable. She straightened herself and opened her cupboard, pulling out the rope she had found at the docks and kept for times when she needed to sneak out.
This was one of those.
An hour later, Elektra grabbed her luggage from the terminal and headed outside, and decided to contact her husband while she waited for a taxi to come and pick her up.
She found him on her list of contacts, and called him, but there was no reply. She tried again, but again, there was none.
She sighed, flipping her phone shut. He was probably out somewhere chasing after Abby.
Abby opened the back door of the old, run down house and walked away, disgusted. The party had been a huge disappointment. There had to have been a hundred people squashed into that house, and it hadn't been comfortable. There was nowhere to sit, and people were throwing up all over the place for various reasons. Abby was starting to understand why she shouldn't have gone, but she still didn't quite understand why her father had told her it wasn't safe. It had been gross, but not harmful.
Her feet, however, were killing her. She took off her heels and began to walk barefoot, but the rocks on the dirt road dug into her feet painfully, so she put the shoes of death back on her feet.
She wasn't looking forward to getting home, however. Chances were that her father would be asleep by then, but the fact that she would be limping around on sore feet for days was a good indicator that she had snuck out. That was if Mark hadn't guessed that she had left against his wishes already, which he probably had. Her father generally knew what she was up to, even if she thought he didn't.
Abby soon came within sight of her house, which was up on the top of a hill. It was dark, except for the light on the porch that was always turned on. Elektra was due to come home the next day, so she didn't have to worry about her stepmother's super ears hearing her sneak in to her room.
Groaning against the pain in her feet, Abby began to take the first step up the hill, but before she had placed her sore foot onto the ground, something flashed past her in the corner of her eye and there was a rustle from the bush behind her. Resisting the urge to whirl around, Abby froze where she was.
All there was was silence.
Minutes passed, and Abby remained frozen, her foot hanging in the air. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, but she kept her breathing slow and even, just like Elektra had taught her. She thought over all her training with Elektra and the other warriors, and she felt confidence rush through herself. Her leg began to tingle where her knife was strapped to her thigh, and her hands itched to have a gun in them.
More time passed.
Abby took a deep breath and put down her leg, beginning to walk up again. Maybe there wasn't anything there after all! She did have an over active imagina-
The ground exploded just to the right of Abby and she dove to the left, landing on her side, and rolling down the hill a few times before rolling onto her feet and unsheathing the knife from her thigh. Smoke filled the air, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary could be seen. But obviously since the ground had just exploded, something was up.
Cold air whipped through Abby, tossing her hair in the wind and making her dress billow around her legs, but she ignored it.
Once more, there was silence.
"Come out!" Abby yelled. "You hide in the shadows like cowards. Come and face me!"
"We need not face you, child," a voice hissed in her ear, and she whirled around, thrusting forward with her knife, but both her eyes and her weapon were met with nothing but air.
"Where are you?" she yelled, circling around and holding her knife out in front of her. "If you want to harm me, come forward now and I will gladly send you to meet your maker," she screamed into the night air.
"It is not I who will meet their maker this night, young one," a voice seemed to flutter to her on the wind.
"You cannot kill me!" she retorted. "But you can try," she told them, lowering herself into a warrior's stance.
"It is not you who shall either, Abigail Miller," the voice told her. "But you may come close."
Abby was about to yell a reply when something knocked into her, throwing her to the ground. She gasped as the air was forced out of her lungs and her knife was knocked from her hand.
She grunted and rolled herself upright once more, looking around. She was able to make out several shapes in the darkness, and all surrounded her.
Her heart beating hard in her chest, Abby glanced at her knife where it lay on the ground near her feet.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"That, you will never know," the voice told her, but she couldn't pick where it had come from.
Fear gripped her as she looked around to see more and more shapes materializing from thin air and coming forward to surround her.
She had to break through the circle.
Taking a deep breath, Abby closed her eyes and tried desperately to use her Kimangure, but failed. She opened her eyes and took in the short distance it was to her knife, and, in one desperate moment, she dove for it, gripping it in her hand and rolling on the ground before springing to her feet once more and running three steps before meeting the first warrior head on.
"Unnh!" she grunted as she slammed into them, but they did not budge. She swept her knife at them, but there was a clang of metal as something met her knife and deflecting the blow, tipping the young teen backwards so she had to stumble to regain her balance once more.
Abby attacked once more, jumping forward and dealing what would have been a killing blow, but there was once more a clang of metal and she was thrown back, this time landing on her rear. She looked around her to see that none of the other warriors had budged.
"What are you people?" she mumbled under her breath before grabbing her fallen knife once more, and preparing to throw it in on final, desperate escape attempt. But it felt different.
She looked down at it and her jaw hit the floor as she took in it's appearance. There were two, long gouges in it now, from where the warrior she had attacked had blocked her blow. There was no way she could thrwo accurately with them to throw her off!
"What do you want with me?" she asked them, hoping to somehow talk her way out of it.
"Nothing. You may go now," the voice informed her, and the group parted, the figures stepping back to allow a space for her to exit through.
"That's it? You're just going to trap me and then let me go?" she asked them. Something was not right.
"Oh!" the voice called, as though they had remembered something. "There is one more thing."
The figure that she had attacked stepped forward and placed an arm on her shoulder, and she screamed as pain seared through her entire arm and chest, spreading through her body until it felt like all of her was on fire.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended, leaving the poor girl on the ground, trying catch her breath.
"You have been marked. If you ever try to act against us, your shoulder will burn, causing you unimaginable pain that could quite possibly kill you. We know where you are, and we will be watching you. It was nice meeting you, Abigail."
There was a gust of wind, and Abby looked up to find the whole place empty. She put her hand on her shoulder and pushed the strap of her dress down so she could look at it, and, sure enough, there was a large hand print marked into her shoulder. It felt hot and itchy, but not painful.
Hot and itchy. I can deal with hot and itchy. Just no pain. Now, to get home...
It was then that a thought entered Abby's head, one that would remain as she ran up the hill toward her home.
How the hell am I going to explain this to Dad?
When she finally arrived at her home, Abby climbed up the tree in the backyard and swung in through her still open window.
She looked around her room and found it the same as when she had left it, so she took off her now dirty clothes and slipped into her pyjamas. Her throat felt dry and she was in desperate need of a drink, so she opened her door and tip-toed down to the kitchen. All the lights were off, so she couldn't see very well, but she managed to find the light switch for the kitchen. Light flooded the room and she squinted as it burned into her vision. Her eyes soon adjusted and she grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it up at the tap.
She felt a nice, soothing relief as the water rushed past her dry, sore throat, and she sighed when she finished the cup. Placing it on the bench, she was about to turn the light of and walk back up to her room when her eye caught on something strange on the wall.
Red liquid trickled down it and she gagged in horror as she recognized it as blood.
Her father's room was above her.
Putting a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream, Abby grabbed a knife from the cutlery drawer and ran up the stairs and through the hallways to get to her father's room, though she was afraid of what she might find.
The door was slightly ajar, so she kicked it violently and it flung open. She smashed her hand against the light switch and the room flooded with light, revealing a grisly scene.
Her father lay on the floor, covered in blood.
A scream caught in her throat as she rushed over to his side and felt at his neck for a pulse. Her clammy hands met the cool skin and she stopped breathing.
"D-dad!" she half yelled, half sobbed. "DAD!"
Placing one hand on his forehead and the other on his head, she desperately tried to summon her Kimangure and bring him back, but nothing happened.
"Come on, come on!" she urged. "You're stronger than this Dad. You can come back! You can fight! Please!"
She desperately tried to summon the energy within her, the force that she had been trained to use, but nothing happened.
"NO!" she screamed as tears finally spilled from her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. "NOOOO!"
Abby lost track of time, not knowing how long she spent hunched over her father's lifeless corpse. Her hands shook as she gripped his jacket and sobbed into his shirt. Her head ached and her shoulder was in desperate need of some burn cream to take the heat out of The Mark, but she didn't dare leave her father's side, just in case he came back to her.
Just in case.
When Elektra finally reached the hill leading up her home she was exhausted. Who knew pregnancy took so much out of a person?
A small thrill went through her as she began to imagine the look on her husband's face when she told him. His brown eyes would sparkle with warmth and he would envelope her, taking away all her problems. Maybe this baby was just what they needed to bring the family back together, to make everything right again.
All three of them lived under so much pressure, just trying to stay alive, that it was so difficult to keep their heads above the water, so to speak. Their worry, anxiety and paranoia was, at times, all consuming, and Elektra desperately hoped the the arrival of a new, precious life would be just what was needed to bring balance back to their slightly dysfunctional family.
She pulled her suitcase out of the trunk of the taxi and paid the driver, thanking him for taking her out all that way. He then turned and drove away, and Elektra took a deep breath before turning to walk up the hill and take the last few steps before she arrived back in her life. The holidays had been strange, but nice, but now she needed to buckle down and keep going, baby or not.
The slope was rocky and uneven, so Elektra was forced to not wheel the suitcase up as she wanted to, but instead haul it up herself. Her muscles protested, but she ignored their painful cries, determined to get home, have a hot shower and go straight to bed.
But things don't always go according to plan.
Inevitably, Abby ran out of tears to cry, and was left with an empty feeling in her chest, an inability to feel anything but a sickening despair.
And then she heard it; the sound of a door opening downstairs.
Instantly, a white hot fury burned in her veins and she jumped up and flung the cupboard open, smashing in the panel behind it, knowing what was hidden there. She picked up her father's rifle, making sure it was loaded. She then turned away, giving her father one last glance over her shoulder before she walked out of the room, preparing to kill whoever was downstairs.
The only reason somewhere would have been there would be to either check that her father was dead, or to make sure she was. But if the murderers that had killed her father were the same as the ones that had held her up at the bottom of the hill, then they wouldn't need to come back to kill her, because they already said they didn't need to.
Abby crept down the stairs, looking down to see a shape put down a heavy bag, that could only contain one thing.
Elektra sighed, rubbing her head as she set her suitcase down in the darkness. It was dark, but not too dark. She could still see some things, and she din't want to turn on the light for fear of making her headache even worse.
She unzipped it, reaching inside and fishing around for an aspirin...
Abby watched as the figure leaned over and reached inside the bag, and she knew this was her one shot to kill the intruder.
So she set her finger on the trigger and looked down the barrel, aiming for the torso.
And she fired.
What happened next was incredibly confusing to Abby. The sound of the shot echoed though out the room, hurting her ears, and when the gunpowder smoke cleared, she expected her eyes to make out the shape of a body on the ground.
But there was nothing.
She frowned with confusion, stepping off the bottom step slightly. She stepped forwards, her eyes scanning the scene, but something hit her from behind and the gun flew from her hands, landing on the ground in front of her. She started to turn, trying to see what had hit her, but it struck again, and she found herself on the ground, the gun digging into her back.
"Abby?" a voice said breathlessly as a sliver of light from a gap in the curtains revealed the girl to the attacker.
Abby wasted no time and swung her legs around, knocking her attacker to the ground. She reached behind her to grab the gun, but a voice stopped her.
"Abby no!" the person called out. "It's me, Elektra!"
Abby stopped as the sound of the voice registered in her mind. "Elektra?" she asked disbelievingly.
The attacker sighed with relief. "Yes, it's me. I'm sorry, I thought you were an intruder," she apologized.
"Elektra," Abby whimpered, collapsing into her stepmother's arms.
"Abby? What's wrong?" Elektra asked concernedly.
August 21st, 2011
Elektra was freaking out. But she did that often. She just didn't know how she could do this. There was no way that she was strong enough.
She walked through the apartment quickly, searching for her stepdaughter. "Abby?" she called.
"I'm here," a soft voice replied, and Elektra turned around to see the young blonde standing with her back resting against a wall.
"I was just going to check to see if you were doing alright."
Abby snorted. "How considerate of you. I am completely fine, as you can see," she said sarcastically.
"Abby, we can't do this to each other. We have to stick together, now more than ever. I understand how hard this is for you, and it is hard for me too, but you have to understand that-"
"Understand what?" Abby yelled suddenly. "That I failed? That I couldn't save him? That I was too weak? Well guess what? I UNDERSTAND perfectly well!"
"Abby, what happened was not your fault! How many times do I have to explain that to you?" Elektra had tried to explain things to her stepdaughter, but the grief-stricken girl would not listen to reason, and Elektra didn't blame her.
"You can say it as much as you like, but it doesn't make it true," Abby said, softly this time as tears filled her eyes. "If I was more careful, if I wasn't so stupid and selfish, he'd still be here." The fifteen-year-old's face crumpled and tears streaked down her cheeks. She slid down against the wall until she hit the floor, and sat there, her knees up to her chest and her face buried in her hands as silent sobs racked through her body.
Tears streaked down Elektra's face also, and she longed to walk over, sit beside the crying girl and soothe her, but she knew that would achieve nothing. So, she did what she always did when things got hard.
She walked away.
So sorry about the infrequent updates, I've been really sick lately...anyway, please review and let me know what you think! :)