At thirteen, Elektra Natchios witnessed the brutal murder of her parents at the hands of a notorious crime lord only known as the "Kingpin" by cops. Fifteen years later, with a burning desire for vengeance, she carries her mother's sacred Twin Sai a...
It was picked up and ran across the floor of alcohol and blood. Flames engulfed the whole loft. She was sitting inside the police car for safety with blood and ash painted on her face. And the sound...
The sound of all those bullets--
October 31st, 1989: Halloween
The police precinct buzzed with activity as officers rushed in and out, their voices blending into a cacophony of urgency. Elektra's footsteps echoed down the hallways, but her mind was a million miles away. Despite her seemingly mundane job as a secretary, she was far from an ordinary twenty-two-year-old employee.
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Her father's connections had secured her this position, allowing her to keep a watchful eye on the city's criminal activity. The memories of that fateful night fifteen years ago fuelled her determination to ensure that justice was served, one way or another.
The computer screen flickered with a never-ending stream of criminal histories, mug shots and reports. Elektra meticulously updated the records, her mind trained to spot patterns and connections that eluded others. It was a monotonous task, but one that served a greater purpose.
Her workspace was a sanctuary. She rarely ventured far from her desk, immersing herself in the world of crime and justice. Colleagues noticed her distance and relentless efficiency, but few knew the true extent of her dedication.
Beneath her composed exterior was a burning determination to uncover the truth about her parents' murder.
She returned to her desk after dropping off a stack of files to Captain Stacy's office, where he was having a meeting with General Thunderbolt Ross. The New York Police Department was an unlikely place for a high-ranking military official to visit, especially without prior notice.
Elektra's feet slipped out from under her, and she found herself caught in the arms of a mysterious man. His sudden appearance left her momentarily stunned. She looked up at him in amazement.
"I think you forgot something, Miss, erm..." a voice said beside her, trying to pronounce her surname on her lanyard but failing miserably.
"Natchios. From my mother's..." Elektra corrected him, her voice soft.
His distinctive features and deep, baritone voice became captivating. The details of his appearance and his polished, plaid customised suit coloured in dark green, red and black were etched into her memory. A touch of butterscotch skin. Warm pools of chocolate-brown eyes. The same straightened black hair that went down his shoulders brushed against his clothing. Heels that pierced the ground like knives along your necks. And hands that could make every girl in America blush. His name was Victor Creed—date of birth October 23rd, 1958 and age 31.
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"Wow. Great reflexes," she commented, her voice filled with a touch of amusement.
"Well, I was with the General for a long-ass interval with Captain Stacy," Victor yawned, "but he pointed out that a lanyard was left behind, so I..."
"Excuse yourself from this boring talk so you can escape, and find somebody interesting to talk to?"
"Great guess, but I volunteered. Turns out that it belongs to the prettiest girl in the office. Detective Victor Creed, at your service."
"Ms. Natchios to you, too."
Elektra accepted the lanyard, her heart racing, and she reattached it around her neck. She couldn't help the subtle rush of emotions that came with their interaction.
"Have we met before?" Victor inquired.
"Unless it was in a previous life, maybe," Elektra replied, trying to maintain her composure.
"So, what's your profession?"
"Secretary. Pays off well, the work that is. What type of detective are you?"
"I'm a CID."
"A detective working homicides. Classic. Wonder if you charmed your way into this job."
Before they could delve deeper into their conversation, a voice crackled from Victor's walkie-talkie, calling him by name.
"Hey, Creed! We have an issue uptown, some robbery disturbance on 5th Avenue. Over."
Elektra couldn't resist a touch of sarcasm, "Let me guess, duty calls?"
With a charming smile, Victor replied, "If you'll excuse me, Ms. Natchios, but the city needs me."
"I'm unimpressed."
"Will you be impressed if I buy you coffee to make up for the interruption?"
"Maybe."
Elektra's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't deny the intrigue that had sparked between them. She didn't mind the abrupt end to their conversation; it only added more intrigue to the mysterious detective she had encountered.
