#avenging-latrodectus

Being a good Samaritan and bleeding on herself, clearly her current fixation had done more than just drag back to this city. Even when it wasn’t in the mass chaos of a citywide blackout New York offered no shortage of distractions for anyone that wanted to forget themselves for a while, but mostly she was still trying to remember.

Tearing away at the edge of her cowl she pulled away a strip of fabric and wound it tightly around the open wound on her palm. Elektra hissed softly before steadying herself again, reigning in the pace of her breathing. Her muscles burned with a pleasant warmth and she basked in the waning adrenaline of the detour. It had hit the spot. A bit of violence to get the blood flowing, a few bodies dropped, and even the sharp sting of where the knife in the dark had caught her grasping hand offered a welcome familiarity. Exactly what she needed before going where she said she wouldn’t again. 

The Assassin was pulling on her ruined glove when she turned the corner back out onto the street. Having adjusted to the darkness her eyes were doubly unprepared for the flash of harsh light. Still flush and her nerves ready for a fight, in an instant she defensively drew her sai. She squinted hard into the glare of it  and hissed across the shaft of her weapon at the hidden silhouette behind. “It would be in your best interest to keep moving.”