In the second chapter of her story, Elektra Natchios once again finds herself embroiled in a perilous adventure. General Ross approaches her with a new assignment concerning the notorious Kingpin, but things take a sinister turn when Elektra is unex...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The distant hum of machinery and the occasional splash of water filled Elektra's ears as she slowly regained consciousness. The last thing she remembered was the sharp smell of chloroform and the sight of Victor Creed's twisted grin before everything went dark. Now, as her vision cleared, she found herself in a dimly lit room, the air damp and cold. The room seemed to vibrate with the constant, rhythmic pulses of machinery, and she quickly realised she was in some sort of undersea base, far from any hope of immediate rescue.
Her wrists and ankles were bound tightly to a cold, metallic chair. The restraints dug into her skin, making any movement painful. Panic threatened to overwhelm her as she struggled against her bonds, but she quickly forced herself to breathe, to think. This was not the time for fear—she needed to stay sharp.
There stood Victor Creed, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure that sent chills down her spine. His mutant form was monstrous, with claws extended and fangs bared. He had the appearance and vitality of a tall, very burly, highly muscular man in his early thirties, and garnered the same necklace Kraven wore when Elektra first encountered him.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Victor?" Elektra called out, her voice filled with uncertainty and concern.
But it was the man beside him who drew Elektra's attention: Hammerhead. He looked exactly as he did in the photo General Ross had shown her—his scarred, flat head an unmistakable trademark.
"Finally awake, I see," Hammerhead said, his voice dripping with mockery. "You must forgive the hospitality, but we had to ensure you wouldn't try anything... foolish. My, my, the last of the Natchios blood. We didn't think catching you would be so easy seeing you here."
Elektra's eyes narrowed, her mind racing to assess her situation.
"I don't believe this. What did you do?" She demanded, her voice laced with determination.
"Such direct questions, but I suppose you deserve some answers," Hammerhead chuckled, the sound echoing ominously in the confined space. "You're currently in one of our... more discreet facilities. A secret form of operations if you will. As for why you're here, we have some unfinished business."
