While fighting for her life, Elektra thinks of a dragon guarding precious treasures. A band of children come across it and quietly sink away after appreciating the greatness of it. She thinks of that boy, now a man, insisting he would never become a villain. She hears herself agreeing with him. He is far too reasonable for that sort of role. Now her on the other hand...

Elektra smiles at the memory and drives the letter opener she picked up haphazardly in the chaos into the eye of a monster. They were all over the city. She is determined to give the few who made their way into her place of business a gruesome end for trying to murder the innocent people working here. The irony of the situation is not lost on her. She would have to appreciate it later though. There are still more of his monsters to kill.


--- that's it. I might write you one more tonight. Maybe.