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...
Victor Creed returned home late that night, the memory of his kiss with Elektra and the tense visit to Captain Stacy's hospital room still fresh in his mind. As he entered the house and ventured his way upstairs, he noticed that the door of his father's office was left ajar. It was unlike of him to leave it open, and he always took the key to that room with him when he left.
Perhaps it was an emergency at work that needed his assistance, but Victor felt a gnawing ease. He couldn't shake the feeling that something crucial was hidden within the office—something that might explain his mysterious behaviour since Thanksgiving and his fixation on Elektra.
Curiosity overcoming caution, Victor made his way to the office. The room had always been off-limits, a place where his father conducted "important business." Taking a deep breath, he ventured inside. The door creaked open further, revealing a room unlike any Victor had ever seen.
The room reeked of bloodlust and a primal desire for dominance. The walls were adorned with tribal masks, some menacing, others serene, each telling a story of distant hunts. A collection of weapons was meticulously displayed; spears, machetes, and other tools of the hunt. One machete caught Victor's eye—its blade stained, and its hilt worn from countless uses. That was his father's infamous weapon, whispered about in hushed tones. He had known his father was a renowned hunter, but he had never realised the extent of his collection or the dark purpose behind it.
Victor's stomach churned as he moved further and further into the room. As he scanned the space, his eyes landed on a hidden compartment within the wall. With trembling hands, he pushed aside the masks and found a small latch. With a click, the compartment opened, revealing a file printed off as "CONFIDENTIAL" in red. Something felt off, as if he was crossing a line he wasn't meant to cross.
Victor's curiosity overcame his trepidation, and he pulled the file from the compartment. The pages were yellowed and fragile, filled with his father's handwritten notes and sketches. They chronicled his hunts, detailing encounters with dangerous beasts and his triumphs over them.
But there was more to this than just tales of the hunt. Victor's eyes widened as he came across an entry that was dated recently; however, what made his blood cold was the picture inside.
A picture of Elektra.
Just as he was about to close the file, Victor felt a sharp prick on his neck. His vision blurred and his limbs grew heavy as he spun around to see his father standing in the doorway, a blowpipe in hand, and a look of disappointment etched across his face.
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"You shouldn't have to see this, Victor," Kraven said, his voice a low growl.
Victor tried to respond, but his words slurred. The room spun and darkness closed in. The last thing he saw was his father's impassive face before he succumbed to the effects of the tranquiliser that replaced anger and betrayal coursing through his veins.
