The Prodigal Daughter An original Elektra fan fiction

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


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: The Prodigal Daughter

Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Elektra

Setting: This story is set in an Elektra Movie-verse and was written by request from Katie. I realize that such story lines as the one I am about to present can never exist in the movieverse, but the idea seemed so interesting that I went with it anyway, so enjoy!

Rating: PG-13, for violence

Author's Note: I'm going with the classic Elektra comic book costume in this one—just in case my descriptions are confusing—because as nice as her costume in the movie was, it wasn't the costume she wore in the comics!

Chapter 1

Elektra's long, black hair slipped across her bare back as the wind lifted it a bit. "Are you afraid to die?" She asked the man who was cowering beneath her. He was looking at her out held sai with tears in his eyes.

"N…n…no." He stammered, afraid that if he said the wrong thing she would kill him without a second thought.

"Then tell me." She said, kneeling down to look at him. "Why were you tracking me?" Her ninja loin-clothe slipped between her legs, and the ribbon attached to her red skullcap waved in the dark. Her grip tightened on her sai, and Elektra rested all her weight on her high-healed boots. Everything she wore was red—a symbol of the only thing she had ever truly understood—death.

"I…I…he offered to pay…" Elektra's sai rested under his chin, and the man became quiet.

"Who offered to pay you?" She asked.

"I don't know his name." The man said, sounding in utter despair. "Really, I honestly don't." His voice was pleading. "Please," He said, "I've got a family!"

"Well then, you're kind of in the wrong kind of work, don't you think?" Elektra asked, raising one sai to plunge it into the man's chest.

"What's going on here?" A new voice asked. Elektra glanced over at the stranger whose silhouette was visible in the shadows.

"Nothing you should worry too much about." She said, turning to kill the man again. But the stranger spoke before she could once more, and this time Elektra stood and glared at him in irritation.

"You're not going to kill that man, are you?" He asked her. "Because I couldn't allow that."

"Who are you?" Elektra asked, readying her sai to fight.

"A man who fears nothing." He answered, stepping out from the shadows. He was wearing a red body suit of some kind of leather, and a mask to go with it that covered everything but his mouth and nose. The eye pieces on the mask were made of some sort of red plastic, and Elektra hated the way she could see her reflection in them.

"A man without fear." Elektra said teasingly, raising an eyebrow. "The man who fears nothing has nothing to love."

"That may be true." He told her, which was not a response she expected. "But at least I'm not a murderer." Elektra slashed out with her sai, meaning to stab the man, but he ducked and dodged every attempt until she found herself giving up seconds later.

"What are you?" She asked, finding it hard to believe that anyone could dodge her moves that accurately.

"Me?" He asked, and Elektra waited for his answer. "I'm the devil." He smiled, and this only irritated Elektra more. But, as frustrated as she was with him, she still had business to attend to. She turned around quickly only to find that the man she had been questioning and ready to kill was gone.

In irritated, Elektra threw one of her sai at the brick wall of the alley, where it bit sharply through brick and stuck there. "You let him get away!" She snapped, glaring at the masked stranger again. She yanked her weapon out and turned to face him with both in hand.

"Yeah well." He said, shrugging. "Win some you lose some."

"I don't know who you are but you've just made the biggest mistake of your life." She told him sharply.

"And what was that?" He asked tauntingly.

"Messing with mine." She said, kicking him. The unexpected move sent him flying backwards and against the other wall. He hit it hard, then slid to the ground, where Elektra picked him up quickly and threw him against the other wall. But this time he was ready, and he held tightly onto her arms so that she flew with him. Once they were both standing again, he spoke.

"You're a great fighter." He told her, and Elektra glared at the compliment. "I didn't catch your name." He added, smiling.

"I didn't give it." Elektra smirked and went to round-kick him, but he ducked and her foot missed.

"Fair enough." He said, nodding as he blocked two of her punches in a row. "But when your friends ask you who I am, you can tell them that tonight you fought DareDevil."

"I don't have any friends." Elektra snapped, kicking his feet out from under him. He caught himself almost immediately and lashed back with a hard punch to her stomach.

"Why's that?" He asked. "Did you kill them all off?"

"Why you…" Elektra ran towards him, both sai held outward, but he caught her wrists and held them tightly so that she couldn't get any closer.

"Boy, you sound beautiful." He commented.

"What are you blind?" Elektra snapped, twisting his hands painfully so that he was forced to let go. "Never bother me again." She said, starting to walk away. "Next time I'll just kill you."

"And why didn't you this time?" He asked, and Elektra did her best to ignore the haunting question.


"Legend tells of a warrior, a motherless daughter with the power to tip the balance between good and evil and end the secret war that continues night after night between both forces." Abby read out loud. "That sounds like a bunch of crap." She commented, scoffing.

"Yeah, if it wasn't true." Kate said, smiling at her. The two had been best friends for years, ever since Abby's mysterious mother had left her on the orphanage door step. They had grown up together as sisters, and when the time to go to college had come, they naturally had become roommates.

"Right." Abby said. "Because I'm about to gain the power all these legends speak of." She said sarcastically.

"You never know, Ab." Kate told her. "I mean, you don't have a mother and…"

"I do have a mother." Abby snapped. "She's out there somewhere, living a selfish life without me because she just couldn't handle being a mother."

"Abby, come on. Maybe it's not as bad as you think. I mean, maybe your mother had to give you up for your own good." Kate suggested.

"Why, because she's a crazy murderer who couldn't trust herself with a baby?" Abby asked, and Kate smiled at the thought. "Somehow, I don't think that's the case, Kate."

"Whatever." Kate said. "Oh, you can check your e-mail. I'm off." She said, getting up and walking away from the computer.

"Okay." Abby walked over and logged on, then opened her e-mail. What she found in her inbox was a bit disturbing. "Kate, come here." She said, motioning for her friend to look at the screen. "What does that say?" Abby asked, pointing to the subject of one of the messages.

"I know who your mother is." Kate said, and the two girls looked at each other with wide eyes. "Who sent it?" Kate asked.

"It's anonymous." Abby said.

"Well then maybe it's a joke." Kate told her, walking away and brushing the idea away.

"Not very many people have my address, Kate, and those that do wouldn't be this cruel." Abby clicked on the message. "It's too much of a coincidence."

"Well, just be careful, Abby." Abby looked over at her friend questioningly. "Don't get your hopes up, I mean." Kate clarified.

"Whatever." Abby said, turning back to look at the screen. A few seconds later she laughed and said, "You're never going to believe this, Kate." Her friend rushed over to look at the message.

"I didn't know she was real." Kate said after reading it. "I thought she was just a legend."

"Guess not." Abby said, reaching up and playing with her gold necklace. It had been the only thing left with her as a baby that had served as a clue to finding her mother. Now it had been the answer. Abby's fingers danced along the gold as she felt an overwhelming amount of anger flood over her.