I do not own any of the characters, except for Mr. Hendrix and Lord Harkon. All other characters are from the movie Elektra (Elektra, Abby & her dad) or from the movie Daredevil (Matt Murdock). The name Lord Harkon was borrowed from The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim (The new DLC).
I laid her on the bed, with tears running down my face. I should have been there; I shouldn't have run so fast through the maze. I
shouldn't have let her fall behind. Now she's dead, her blood is on my hands. I let Abby die. She was only 13. What am I going to do? Her
dad will never forgive me. The treasurer is gone. The balance will shift towards evil.
I continued to call her name, begging her to wake up. I decided to try... It was a long shot. But it was better than just staring at her
dead body. I raised my shaking hands, and put on her head, the other on her stomach, like Stick had once done to me. I muttered the
words that should, if I was strong enough, be able to bring her back to life. I waited.
She continued to lie there, dead.
I started crying again, this time harder. Whispering her name again, and buried my head in her chest. I failed. I continued to sob, and
then I heard a gasp, and shot up, as Abby's body shot up with me. I did it. I resurrected her. I couldn't believe it. We stared at each
I woke with a start, with sweat pouring down my face. I couldn't tell myself it was just a dream, because it wasn't, It actually
happened. How I missed Abby, even though she was a huge pain in the ass. She's a lot like me, actually. I smiled to myself in the dark,
and remembered the day that she changed her appearance when we were running from The Hand. When she walked up the stairs, I
thought that it was a young version of me talking. Maybe I looked like I'd seen a ghost, or something, because I remember little me-I
mean Abby, asking if something was wrong. She looked so much like me.
Once my heart rate returned to a normal pace, I went to the bathroom to wash the sweat off my face. I was too tired to have a
shower, and it was too early anyways. I looked at my tired face in the mirror. I'd never really paid much attention to my looks, seeing as I
was usually too busy killing people. I'm an assassin, well, I was. I'm not really anymore. I guess I'm pretty; I have long brown hair and
bright green eyes. I shrugged, not really caring enough to study myself in the mirror. I turned off the light of the bathroom then walked
back to my bed.
As I drifted off to sleep, I began to wonder what Abby and her dad, Mark was up to. It's been a year since I've seen them. Then, I
started to think about someone I hadn't thought about in forever. Matt Murdock, the Daredevil. He's a man who had been blinded from a
toxic waste spill when he was younger. He was the first man I'd ever had strong feelings for, and I haven't seen him in a long time. I
wondered if he was still alive, and if he was, if he was still fighting crime. I don't know if I fell asleep shortly after that, or what, but it felt
like seconds had passed before I opened my eyes to light streaming into my window.
This is the first story I've uploaded on here. :$
I started writing after watching Elektra. :P
Feedback would be greatly appreciated. (: 3