#timeline 4.2

The glinting light reflecting off a metal arm was lost when he ducked inside a old brick building and Elektra smiled to herself. It was infinitely easier to stalk someone when not having to negotiate an endless pool of water dragging around her ankles. Dropping her breath, masking her heartbeat, impossibly light on her feet, she waited only a moment before tracing his steps.

Inside the warm light from the orange sky filtered in through clouded windows and made the edges of the rooms glow. She continued to pursue him, as she’d been doing for a while. There hadn’t been any excuse to hunt this way in a long while. When fighting ghosts and monsters there was no need for blending into shadows and moving silently, but ninja wasn’t a second skin it’s her first. The solider cut a nice silhouette, but mostly her eye curiously tracked the minute movements of the metallic arm, the clean way it’s joints flexed and relaxed.

As his pace slowed she decided to be bold, closing in on him a little more quickly, playing a game to see how close she could get to the other assassin before he noticed her there.

For a while Elektra ran the roof, hoping that driving herself towards heart pounding, muscles burning, and an uncomfortable stretch of recent wounds would be enough of a distraction- that making herself ache could stave off the feeling of dread. Neither the pain or the warm bath that followed could soothe her. Eventually frustration and restlessness drove her out of the bathhouse entirely.

Still seeking a diversion she started to explore the buildings that mostly sat quiet and still in the infinite stretch of shallow water, their silence existing in contrast to the gnawing feeling under her skin. She approached what appeared to be a small temple, it’s doors with chipped ornate paintings and exterior walls covered in vegetation. At the top of a short staircase she pushed her way inside, finding light filtering in from holes in the pitched roof.

She hadn’t really been looking for anyone, but the unique silhouette at least wasn’t one that made her immediately regret the intrusion. There weren’t many faces in this world or the previous one that the Assassin considered welcomed. Unexpectedly, Mantis had joined that short list. 

“I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” She offered, as close to an apology as she was likely to give. “Am I interrupting?”