#letsgethim

   Speaking her language. There has been a slew of strange deaths, ruled suicides by different police departments, of young women who were last seen out at this club. Normally not something that ends up on Elektra’s radar, except she had met one of them. Just received a scholarship for her Master’s at Columbia and couldn’t stop yammering about it. Seeing her face in the Bulletin a few days later was a shock. Something didn’t feel right.

    Articles in different papers all sing the same tune; family and friends never saw it coming, bright futures, otherwise happy dispositions. There’s no pattern in the method except for one thing; derogatory, self-deprecating scribblings on the walls and a few broken mirrors. No bite marks, no blood drained, no signs of struggle. At least not reported.

    She doesn’t know if it’s supernatural or a serial killing freak, but someone or something is using this place to hunt. And there’s a guy down below wearing a slick smile and a suit that’s a little too stuffy, making rounds until he reels in a girl with one too many drinks in her. Practiced. Bartender says he’s been in every night a girl’s wound up dead.

    Elektra’s eyes are dangerously dark on him and she’s slow to look at Faith when she asks about fucking him up, watching the pair go for the door. There’s something scary in the lightness of her response, the tilt of her head their way, like she’s already strung him up. “Let’s go.”

@gloriousxdarkness​

            Truth is, Faith doesn't really know what's going on, here. She knows she's not used to Elektra giving an ass rat who lives or dies in this city, but then... she's always been sure that's a lot of buffalo pucky to protect her tender, baby reputation.

It’s gotta be bad if Ellie’s even talking to her about this shit. She does what she wants, Faith knows that. Their morals don’t exactly line up but she doesn’t always think Elektra is wrong, either.

Faith's leaning against the closest solid surface, lighting a cheap-ass cigarette with an honest-to-goodness hotel match and what she's leaning against is also sporting a No Smoking sign hanging just over her head. Hell does she care? She's a damn Avenger, who's gonna say boo about it?