ELEKTRA (BOOK 1 fanfic)

Chapter 3: The Hunter's Pursuit

Inside a dimly lit room, the scent of a cigar hung in the air. A chair faced away from the room, its occupant gazing down upon the city from the 60th-story of a towering building. The stillness was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps, and a deep sigh reverberated within the room as a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," a male voice called out.

The approaching figure entered the room.

"You called, Mr. Kingpin," a man said, his Russian accent prominent.

"Ah, Kraven," Kingpin replied. "We spoke just yesterday."

"Indeed. So, what's your orders?"

"You might like this one. Two of my men were taken into police custody under an hour ago. They recall a woman in red. And to my surprise, she escaped. Remember fifteen years ago, the tragedy of Natchios and her husband?"

"Yes, sir. I remember the tragedy well."

"They seem to have left... an offspring that made it out alive. Search the entire city for this girl. I understand that you have a son who works for the NYPD. And you are a hunter who can handle a prey that small?"

Silence hung in the room for a moment before a smirk curled on Kraven's lips.

"So, you'll do it?" Kingpin asked, his voice dripping with sinister delight.

"To hunt the girl, I will accept your challenge, Kingpin," Kraven answered. "But keep your money. The thrill of the hunt will be compensation enough."

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November 28th– four weeks later...

Elektra couldn't shake the feeling of her last encounter with Victor. How he knew about her and the revelation of her connection to the Natchios murder, something wasn't adding up. She had always been cautious about forming close relationships, especially given her dangerous background. But something was intriguing about Victor, a complexity that drew her in.

Why did Victor figure out who she was in the first place?

Why did he need to know?

Could he keep his word?

She was torn between her instincts and the possibility that Victor could be an ally in her quest for justice. However, Victor Creed's presence lingered in the back of Elektra's mind. She found herself watching him discreetly over the last four weeks, observing his interactions with others, trying to decipher if he was genuine or if there was more to him. She questioned whether he had an agenda hidden beneath a charming exterior. Her past had taught her the cost of misplaced trust, and she couldn't afford to make the same mistake again.

One day, as Elektra was finishing her work at the precinct, Victor approached with a casual yet sincere expression.

"Hey, Elektra. I know it's short notice, but my dad's hosting a Thanksgiving dinner at our house this afternoon," he elaborated. "I offered to let Captain Stacy meet my dad, but he called it cold turkey last minute for a meeting. Then, I thought, 'I think they would like to meet my new partner in crime'."

Elektra hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the unexpected invitation. Thanksgiving was a time for families, and she had distanced herself from such gatherings since the tragedy that befell her own. But there was something in Victor's eyes that made her consider the offer.

Plus, she couldn't deny the allure of a homemade Thanksgiving meal.

"Yeah, sure, I'll come," she replied, surprising herself with the acceptance. "Guess it's better to know my colleague better outside of work."