Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 14:23:31 GMT -7
Three Weeks. Three long weeks did Elektra watch as the greatest city in America turn from the hub of all superhuman activity to a battleground of mortal men. Once gleaming towers now stood barren and burning. The usual bustling streets stood empty. And the sounds of horns replaced with that of bullets. She felt sick. She may not have cared for any individual person, or at least she could fool herself into thinking that, but to think she was responsible for all this madness...
No, she told herself. Mephisto was; The Kingpin was; Mister Negative, the Hood, Norman Osborn, all of them! Even...
She stopped herself and adjusted on the rooftop's ledge as she saw Matthew almost as if she summoned him on cue. He was flanked by his sidekick, Spider-Man. She had tried several times to create situations to get Matthew alone and get him out of the city before her reason for all of this was for naught, but he was always flanked by the webslinger, or the other 'Heroes for Hire' he had managed to pull out of nowhere. It rankled her; she knew full well she stood little chance against their combined assault, and if she went with the diplomatic route it would not take long for them to figure out she had manipulated the gangs into this war. Would they care if they knew the truth? Not likely, she conceded. Even so, it was only a matter of time until somebody put two and two together, and given the assets despite the reduction in numbers all four of the gangs had taken, she hoped she could succeed in her task before they do.
She went in the opposite direction of Matthew and the wallcrawler and headed east. Aside from the single blocks surrounding the Baxter Building, Avengers Tower, Avengers Mansion, Yancy Street, and oddly enough, the Daily Bugle building and Stephen Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum, The city had become territorial with makeshift flags cropping up here and there to denote a gang's territory:
The entire northern section of New York was controlled by men flying gear and the flag of Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin. He tended to keep his assets in neutral black to not attract attention, as any veteran crime lord would, but you knew it was his territory due to the occasional sightings of the costumed assassins like the Enforcers or Bullseye in far greater volumes. She was very conscious to evade Bullseye in case the Kingpin discovered the source of the matter, he was resourceful afterall.
The eastern quarter of New York was controlled exclusively by Mister Negative's forces, ode to his many many Inner Demons and heavy military grade arms being sighted daily. Elektra knew that over ten thousand civilians were killed, and she knew full well where the majority of those casualties were. The big boss himself, however, was a ghost. She had a good lead on him, even managed to tail him for a few days before he dropped off the grid. Still, it was more intel than she saw the amateur detective Jessica Jones try to pull in the same period.
The core was dominated by Norman Osborn and his Thunderbolts. Sure there were masked hoodlums that Osborn had hired on the quiet to serve as his "Goblins," but they were largely teenagers and young adults who had all served stints in juvie because they were all captured, or had family that were captured, by Spider-Man. Inexperienced and cowardly as they were, they had plenty of firepower and coupled with their instinct to survive and run, it made them notoriously hard to kill for the other gangsters, even the Inner Demons.
The Southern port was entirely the Hood's forces, but it was diminishing rather fast. After blowing up Negative's weapons facility, the Demon Lord had made it his personal mission to extinguish the Hood's forces down to nothing before taking Mister Robbins' head personally. It would be tough, Elektra knew, given that the cloak that Parker wore was more than just a cloak, but that wouldn't stop Mister Negative.
Hell's Kitchen, strangely enough, was the contested area. Daredevil and his forces have been defending it and the neighbouring neighbourhoods, but with Fisk moved entirely into the northern territories, it had become a hot bed. Despite the fact that this war began in the Kitchen, it was the Kitchen that was the place nobody could gain a foothold, whether you fought to save the city, or to control it.
She landed in a building that was only lightly damaged and placed her sais at her sides and began to meditate. A battle was coming, she knew (not that she needed to foresee one,) and she needed the rest and focus for the storm.