It was a cold December morning. There was snow on the ground, and the sun above seemed to collect the flurries in the air, as ammunition to feed the clouds that would show up later.
Elektra walked up the hill in the graveyard, silently approaching the figure kneeling in front of a freshly covered grave.
When she came to a stop next
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However, I really like how this started. Hope the next chapi comes soon.. pretty please?!
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Thanks for reading, and hopefully the next chap. will be up soon. :)
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I am looking forward to seeing where you go with this.
Thank you for sharing.
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Thank YOU for reading!
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I'm just not enough of an Elektra aficionado to have carried off a fic myself. So you have my attention. The tension between the two you've captured wonderfully. And I love that Elektra seems totally clueless as to why Abby seems so resentful (or not quite warm and welcoming) of her presence--after 6 years.
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Secondly, that is exactly what i thought when i first saw the movie, and when i couldnt find any fics for it, i decided to try my hand at writing one myself. Now if only i could tempt a few great writers such as yourself to give it a go as well, this fandom would totally come alive.
Thank you for the encouraging words and hopefully i'll be able to keep your attention for a little while longer :)
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