The Prodigal Daughter

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: The Prodigal Daughter

Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Elektra

Setting: This story is set in an Elektra Movie-verse and was written by request. 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: Teen, for violence

Chapter 8

"Get out of my house." Elektra said simply, as if she were holding a casual conversation with Bullseye. "I know who sent you, and I don't work for him anymore." She added, not even bothering to look at the other assassin.

Finally, when he said nothing, Elektra turned to face him. She wasn't wearing her red assassin outfit, which also meant that her sais were in the other room and not at her hips like usually. "I said get out."

"Now ya know I can't do tha' lass." Bullseye told her, giving her an almost sympathetic look. "Kingpin gave ya the chance to prove yerself and take out Murdock, and wha' did you do instead? Ya bloody fell in love with him!" Elektra looked surprised. "Tha's right, Elektra, you're little love tryst isn't a secret at all. Kingpin's got men all over dis city."

"You tell the Kingpin if he goes near Matt I'll be there to stop him." She said, cautiously moving towards her knife cabinet.

"Don' worry." Bullseye said, giving her a creepy smile. "I'm not here ta fight ya. Not yet at least." And with that he had jumped out the window and was gone. Elektra breathed a sigh of relief but rushed into her room and grabber her sais.

She always felt much safer with them in her hands. She glanced over at her red costume and started peeling her clothes off. Once the costume was on she threw on some dark make-up—part of her legend—and walked confidently out of her apartment. "Time to make a deal with the devil." She muttered, stepping out into the dark streets.

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"What?" Abby's eyes were spilling tears, and she couldn't help but look right into Adam's eyes.

"Abby, I died." Adam repeated. "I know it's hard to believe, but I was dead, very violently dead, and then suddenly I was looking up at Magneto, and he…" Adam looked at the ground, but he looked up at the touch of Abby's hands on his cheeks.

"Adam?" He looked at her. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was afraid." He admitted. "That you'd be freaked out, that if I told you, you would…" He paused. "I didn't want to lose you too."

"But if you had been honest with me…"

"You would have freaked out and left." Adam said, interrupting her.

"No, Adam." She said, pulling him into a hug. "I would have been there to help you through it." She whispered into his ear. "I love you, remember?"

"I know." He said. "I just…it's more complicated. Abby, Magneto didn't just bring me back, he…"

Abby pulled away sharply and Adam glanced back. And suddenly he wished he hadn't. "Get her away!" He screamed, running off into the nearby alley. Because there, standing on the sidewalk, stood Elektra Natchios. Abby could tell it was her by her red satin outfit and her magnificent sais.

She was wearing all read from her healed boots to the wrist straps that wrapped around her wrists and hands. But she wasn't the tough Elektra that Abby had heard about and been expecting. No, Elektra had tears in her eyes as she seemed to recognize Abby.

"Abby?" She whispered, hardly able to believe it.

"How'd you find out my name, huh?" Abby snapped rudely. "Ask the orphanage before you left without me?"

"Your father named you…" Elektra started to say.

"You don't get to talk about him!" Abby screamed, her tears for Adam gone now because of her anger towards her estranged mother. Abby thrashed out with her sais, meaning to cut Elektra, but the older woman was more experienced, and she merely dodged the blows.

"Abby, we need to talk!" Elektra said.

"We've needed to talk for the last ten years!" Abby snapped, kicking into Elektra's stomach so hard that she sent her flying through the window of a nearby store. Abby jumped over the broken glass and into the building, glaring down at Elektra, who was trying to stand up and recover from the fall.

"Abby, stop it!" Elektra snapped, finally getting to her feet. "We have to talk about this!"

"Did you kill him?" Abby demanded, kicking Elektra back onto the ground. "Did you kill my father? Was it you who took his life!" She slammed her heal into Elektra's thigh, preventing her from getting up once again. "You're the reason for everything bad in my life, Elektra!" She moved to punch the woman, but Elektra caught Abby's fist in her hand and held it there.

"You're right, Abby." She said, surprising the girl as she jumped to her feet and threw her against the near wall. "And that's exactly why we need to talk. But I can't talk to you while you're trying to fight me."

"I'm not trying to fight you, I'm trying to kill you!" Abby spat out in anger.

"I know." Elektra said. "But I've been in the killing business a lot longer than you Abby, and let me tell you right now that you're nowhere near ready to kill me." Abby stopped right before punching Elektra and just stared at her, wondering what she meant. "Your hatred for me is strong, but not strong enough."

"Oh yeah? And how would you know?" Abby snapped.

"Because it's the same reason I got into my line of work." Elektra explained, her green eyes looking the girl over for any signs of other weapons. "Why sais?" She asked suddenly.

"I heard they were your favorite." Abby answered. "Only fair to let them be the death of you."

"Trying to kill me won't get you anything but more blood and pain, Abby. But if you talk to me you'll get the real reason you came."

"And what's that?" Abby asked.

"Answers." Elektra told her.

"There's no way you can come up with an excuse that will make me forgive you." Abby told her, her glare intensifying.

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Adam was trying to fight the urge, was trying to fight the rage that Magneto had programmed into his being. But it was hard when everything around him suddenly seemed red.

Kill!

"No!" He screamed to the empty alley. "Never again!"

Give in! You will kill!

"Get out of my head!" He screamed, squeezing his head in his hands as if it would make the inner voice disappear.

"Are you okay?" Adam looked up at the man who was wearing all read and screamed again. "Wow, I'm not here to hurt you!" He said, reaching out a hand.

"Just get away from me!" Adam screamed. "I'll kill you! Get away from me NOW!"

"Hey, I'm Daredevil." The man informed him. "I'm here to help you." But Adam's eyes were red all ready, and he lunged at the man. Daredevil barely managed to toss him aside, and then he pulled out what looked like a cane and slammed it onto his head. The last thing Adam saw was the stranger's concerned hands reaching down to pick him up.

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"So, what do you say Abby? Give me a chance to talk to you and then try to kill me?" Elektra asked cautiously. Obviously she knew that Abby was at the end of her rope, was losing all of her patients. "I promise I'll fight you again if you still want to." Elektra told her.

"The word of an assassin shouldn't be taken as truth." Abby said bitterly. "But I'll hear what you have to say." And with that she followed her mother to her apartment.

From the top of a nearby building Bullseye watched the two women walk away with a smile on his face. "Da boss is gonna love dis." He said to himself.

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