Abby's Tale An original Elektra fan fiction

Written by: Jennifer S. a.k.a. AssassinElektra

Disclaimer:

I do not own Elektra or any other Marvel Comics characters. This is a fan fiction story meant only for the enjoyment of myself and other Elektra movie and comic fans.

Title: Abby's Tale

Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, science fiction, Elektra

Setting: This story is set in the Elektra Movie-verse directly after my Elektra II fan fiction

Rating: PG-13, for violence and disturbing imagery

Author's Note: I included an excerpt from my Elektra movie sequel fic (post on this site too) to explain Adam for those who haven't read it.

Prologue

"Who are you?" I asked him, as I began to untie my jacket. He saw what I was doing and smiled.

"I'm Adam." He said, and there was something in his voice that irritated me.

"That really doesn't answer the question." I said, violently throwing my jacket off so that he could see my costume and my sai.

"No!" Adam screamed as he looked away. I was surprised by his reaction.

"Adam, what's wrong?" Abby asked, running over to him.

"Tell her to put her jacket back on!" Adam snapped.

"Like the costume, eh?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Adam, what's wrong?" Abby asked, ignoring my comment.

"Abby, you tell her to cover that red or I'll…" He looked at me finally and his eyes began to glow red, "I'll kill you both." He said, grinning maniacally.

Abby followed his gaze and thought for a moment, then looked back at Adam's sadistic eyes. "It's the color, isn't it?" Adam smiled at her, and Abby's eyes got wide with fear. "Elektra, put your jacket back on!" She said, not taking her eyes off of Adam.

"But…"
"Do it!" I don't know why I listened to her, but I did. As soon as my jacket was back on and my costume was covered, Adam's eyes became normal and he fell to the ground, weakened. Abby reached down to help him up.

"You've got some explaining to do, Adam." I told him, and he looked up at me through scared eyes. I pulled out one of my sai, careful to not expose my red costume at all, and held it out towards him. "And I'll make you explain everything."

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I looked at Elektra, watched how her careful eyes never left Adam, and realized that she was only worried for my safety. It was so great seeing her again, but she looked so tired, like she'd been emotionally drained.

"Okay, let's start with your real name." Elektra told Adam. "What is it?"

"Adam." He said, and Elektra sighed in frustration.

"We're not going to get very far if you keep lying." She told him.

"I'm not lying!" He shouted, surprising us both. "I know I had another name at one time, that I lived a normal life, but the only name I know now is Adam!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked him, and he turned his sad eyes to look at me.

"Abby, you don't want to know." He said, glumly.

"But, I do." Elektra reminded him. Adam looked back up at her.

"I'm not human." He said. "I'm a mutant." He waited for her to react, but she did nothing but wait for him to continue, so he did. "This isn't my first life though." Elektra seemed a bit taken back by this, but she recovered quickly. "I've died." He continued.

"What?" I couldn't stop myself before saying it.

Adam looked sadly at the floor. "Magneto had been experimenting for years with mutants, and when he found me he truly thought I was alive. But, I wasn't." Adam explained. "He…" Adam was having a hard time trying to say whatever he was about to say, "Magneto brought me back without even realizing it." Adam looked up at Elektra.

"My earliest memories are of waking up on his operating table. Everything before that is lost to me. Magneto called me Adam, and that is why it is the only name I know, because it is the only name I remember." Adam told her, and I knew that he was telling the truth for some reason. "My life was given back only to be stolen once more." He added. "Because, Magneto brainwashed me, made me kill at the sight of red, because there was always plenty of blood around him."

I had no idea who this Magneto guy was, but he didn't sound very nice. "He made me a killing monster, turned me into Mr. Hyde whenever Dr. Jeckyl refused to do something." Adam said. "Magneto stole my life and made me a killing robot. For years I was his toy, but I finally escaped one night, six months ago. He's been after me ever since."

"Why did he call you Adam?" Elektra asked him, and her voice was surprisingly calm.

"Because I was his first creation." Adam said, and chills ran down my spine and up my nerves.

"Magneto sent Mystique to tell me to kill you." Elektra explained. "Why would he want you dead? Wouldn't he just want you back in his control?" She asked.

"He's afraid that I'll remember." Adam said. "Magneto could care less what happens to me or whether I'm under his control anymore. He's got bigger fish to fry. But, he's afraid that I'll remember something important, something that would destroy him. I pray every day for my memory to return so that I can curse him for whatever it is he's so worried about." Adam's voice was full of utter hatred, no mercy.

"So he was going to use me to kill you." Elektra concluded. She thought for a moment, then looked at Adam. "How do I know I can trust you?" She asked him.

Adam tilted his head ever so slightly and I knew that he was reading her mind or hearing her thoughts. "Because, Elektra, death's not that bad." Her face softened a bit and she looked almost wary of Adam for a second, but then she relaxed and smiled.

"All right." She said. "And you're a mind reader too." She commented, looking impressed. "Well, you're a good guy then, as long as you don't see red."

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"Relax, Adam." Abby said, smiling at me. "Everything's okay now. You don't need to rush off."

"But, I do." I argued, and I heard Abby's thoughts ask why, so I answered. "Because I need to find…I need to continue looking for the answers to my life."

"You mean before Magneto." Abby said, looking at me with pity.

"That's what I mean." I said, trying to shake her pity off. I didn't want it.

"So that's it?" Abby asked. "You just bring me here then leave me?"

"Abby, the life I lead is dangerous. I could never ask you to get tangled up in it."

"Adam, my father was just murdered. I have no one now besides Elektra, and she's with Matt. I'd feel totally like a third wheel if I stuck around here." Matt smiled at the comment and left us alone.

"Do you know what you're asking of me?" I said. "At every glance, every hint of red I'll become a beast that's untamable. Do you really want to deal with that?"

"What do you think?" She thought, taking my hand. I knew that she wanted me to hear that thought too by the way she looked into my eyes.

"Let me try it out at least." Abby told me. "If I can't handle it, I'll walk away." She smiled at me.

"Okay." I said, smiling back. I knew we were in for a crazy ride.

From: Elektra II

By: Jennifer S. a.k.a. AssassinElektra

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Needles and blood and pain. That was all I saw, all I felt, all I knew. I opened my eyes and gasped at the agony it took, as if my eyelids were being torn apart for the first time. I looked frantically around, trying to find out where I was, but I was too disorientated, too…somewhere else.

The old man looked at me and smiled. "Ah, so you are awake, Adam." He said.

Adam? Who was that? I looked down at my hands—they were covered in my own blood, crusty and peeling from drying after so long. I tried to sit up, but something was holding me down.

"Not yet, Adam." The old man told me, shaking his finger at me.

I wanted to grab that finger, wanted to rip it apart with the man it belonged to. He had been the cause of all my pain, and I did not even know his name.

"Relax, boy." He said, bringing a needle to my arm. I felt the small pinch as he injected something into my bloodstream, something thick, almost like Jell-O that I felt as it seeped through my vein. I glared at the old man, gritted my teeth at him and growled, but he just shook his head and smiled at me.

"Adam?" I jumped awake and grabbed Abby's throat before realizing who she was. I snapped my hand back as soon as I was awake enough to recognize her.

"Sorry." I said, pathetically.

"What happened in this nightmare?" She asked. She always asked me that, and I never told her the truth. "Adam, you were talking in your sleep this time."

"Nothing." I said, looking away from her. I loved her so much, and perhaps that was the very reason I hated sharing my pain with her. "It was just a normal nightmare." I added, getting out of bed and heading for the kitchen. A glass of water would help, would sooth my dry throat which felt like it had been screaming for years.

"Adam, talk to me." I glanced over at Abby, who stood in the kitchen doorway. She looked beautiful in her long, blue nightgown and with her hair falling in curls around her shoulders. She had grown up so much since I had first met her. Seven years can change a person, and it changed her for the better. She was a gorgeous woman. No man that laid eyes upon her would argue.

I smiled, forgetting the glass of water I had filled up, and walked over to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I felt the cool silk of her nightgown run along my skin. She reached and placed her two hands on my chest, like she always did when I held her, and looked up at me through scared eyes.

"Abby, do you remember what I told you the day we were married?" I asked her, and she waited for me to finish. "I told you, that I would never keep anything from you, that I would never lie to you or hide the truth from you." She smiled, remembering. "But…" Her smile faded, "I have been lying to you since the day I first met you." Her face became serious and a little afraid.

"What…what are you talking about?" She asked, backing away. My arms fell away from her waist and hung at my side.

"Abby, do you want to see my nightmare?" She looked uncertain, so I reached my hands out to touch her face.

"What are you doing?" She asked quickly.

"I'm going to show you my nightmare."

"You can do that?" She asked. "I thought you could only hear peoples thoughts, not manipulate their minds." I looked at the floor, and Abby became nervously quiet. "What did you do, Adam?" She asked after a while.

"Do you want to see my nightmare?" I repeated.

"Yes." She said, softly. I touched her face with my hands and concentrated, and when Abby opened her eyes she had tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry, Adam." She said, hugging me instantly.

"Abby, there's more…" She pulled away, once again uncertain that she wanted to be near me at all. "I can read minds." And there it was, the simple little fact that I had failed to tell the love of my life for seven years.

"What does that have to do with…"

"You always wondered how I knew you so well even from the beginning." I interrupted her. "You wondered how I fell so in love with you so quickly." I looked at Abby's face and knew that she understood what I was telling her. "I read your mind Abby."

"You always read my thoughts, Adam." She said, forcing a smile.

"No, Abby. I read your mind. Not just your thoughts, but your mind, everything that you are I read. I invaded the only true privacy we have as humans because I was curious as to what kind of a person you were, and I fell instantly in love in the process." I waited for her reaction, and it came in the form of quiet tears.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered. "Adam, we were married for heaven's sake, and you didn't think it was important to tell me that you'd violated my mind?" Her voice was raising now as she became more and more upset. "I have been your wife for two years, Adam. Two years! And not once during those two years did you tell me!" She sighed. "What else can you do?" She asked me, a bit accusingly. "I mean, you must have other powers that you're hiding from me. So, tell me what they are."

"There's nothing else." I said. I felt so bad, so guilty, because Abby had every right to be angry. I had done just what she had said I had, I had lied to my own wife.

"This marriage isn't going to work." Abby concluded, tears falling more rapidly as she turned to leave the kitchen.

"No, Abby, we can…"

"It was founded on a dishonest act, Adam." She said, stopping me in mid-sentence. "There's no way it can work, no matter how much I love you." I silently watched her walk out of the kitchen, and I felt tears of my own creep into my eyes.

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I can't, and I won't blame her for leaving me, but it still broke my heart to watch her pack her things and walk out the door. Every time I tried to touch her she jerked away violently, glaring at me as if I had intruded her space. Which, I had severely done.

But, I could not just let her walk away without trying to fix the problem. So, I tried to apologize.

"Abby?" She stopped in the doorway, her last box in hand. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." She turned her head slowly and gave me an angry look.

"It's worth nothing." She said, coldly.

"You want a divorce, don't you?" I said.

"I want space." She replied, her voice softened a little. "Only time will tell what I get." She added, before leaving and letting the door slam behind her.

"What have you done, Adam?" I asked my reflection as I glanced over at the mirror. "You've ruined the only good thing in your life!" I screamed, punching the mirror. It shattered, shards of glass shoving their way through my skin and into my fist. In frustrated tears, I fell to my knees, ignoring the blood that poured down my hand. If I looked at it, I would never regain control of myself.

I glanced back up at the mirror and glared at my own reflection. "What am I?" I asked the empty room. "I'm not human." I said quietly.

"That is correct." I jumped at the sight of Magneto standing behind me in the mirror. I glanced back over my shoulder, but there was no one there. Looking back at my reflection I saw only myself.

To Be Continued…

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