Matt had no idea what was walking down the corridor towards him and his new allies. He could hear its foot steps, the sound echoing off the walls. But a heartbeat he could not find, there was no rhythm of blood pumping through the organ. The heart was dead, as should be the body it occupied.

"What is it?" Matt asked his new friends, really wishing he could see whatever had just skilfully spun its sword.

"Oh shit." Was all Jessica could say in reply, Matt readied his fists, keeping them close to his face like a boxer.

"Who's that?" Luke then asked, Matt sensed his heartbeat was calm and steady. However, Jessica's was elevated, fear pumped through her veins.

"Bad news, we gotta go." She quickly replied without hesitation. Danny's heart jumped slightly at her words before settling again. Having been concentrated on whatever was about to attack him, he hadn't noticed till the last second that four men had got round behind them. "Uh oh." Jessica said before dodging out he way of one of the men's attacks. Matt then pulled her attacker to the side, pinning him against the tight corridors wall before brutally punching him reputedly in the face. He had forgot how much he had truly missed it, delivering pain to those who disserve it. The sound of more foot steps quickly approaching made him finish the man off quickly, but a sound behind him caught his attention, whatever had come round the corner without a beating heart was coming straight at him with a sword. Using his elbow, he knocked the blade away for a few seconds, before having to block a spinning kick. Whoever or whatever he was fighting had been trained well, almost as well as him. Suddenly it landed a solid punch to his chest, launching him through a pane of glass behind him. The sound of the solid piece of glass shattering into small individual pieces, and then splitting again into smaller shards once it collided with the floor, overwhelmed his hearing for a few seconds. Ignoring the pain, he quickly jumped to his feet, his attacker not showing a single sign of weakening. He dogged its first attack, giving him an opening to land a couple of solid punches. Again he dodged, his mind completely focused on the little movements his attacker was making. Thinking fast he quickly used the wall to flip out the way of the sword. Again the sword came inches away from his face, having to lean back out the way of the sharp blade. After blocking its incredibly fast precise attacks, he tackled it onto the table. But like it was nothing, it quickly recovered. Matthew wanted to sigh when he heard the sword split into two, still he remained unarmed against his undead attacker. Keeping his focus, he readied himself. The blades swung at him, he quickly dodged, the blades coming inches away from his tender skin. Each chance he could he knocked her hand away, taking the sword with it. Again it landed a solid blow, kicking him square in the chest. He was lunched through the air colliding with a bookshelf full of files. He dropped to the floor stunned. He struggled to recover, his breath having been knocked from him. Then he noticed something, something he was sure a mistake. The sound of her breath escaping her lips, something he would never forget, something he treasured. Something he thought he would never hear again.

"Elektra?" Mathew even questioned himself, hoping it wasn't a cruel trick his broken heart was playing. Through his own panted breaths, he examined his attacker a little more closely, not caring for the danger he was in. His focus being broken, and being completely blinded by love he noticed a second to late as she lunged at him with a single sword. The blade dug deep into his side, right between two ribs. He cried out in pain and grunted as she twisted the hilt. It would have been imbedded in his chest if he hadn't scrambled back slightly. Again she attempted to bury her other sword in Matt, this time standing over him she went for his throat. Dazed and in pain he only managed to just move his neck out the way, instead the blade found his shoulder. Again he cried out. He could feel his own blood pouring from both wounds as she pulled the blades angrily from his body. "Elektra." Mathew attempted to get through to the woman he loved, knowing that she must still be in there. Even in the pain he was in, the overwhelming smell of his own blood. He sensed her hesitate, he sensed her loosen her grip on her swords, the ones covered with his own warm crimson blood. But seconds later she went for him again, to weak to move Matt waited for his fate.

Danny span round the corner, his fist glowing bright yellow. He had heard Matts cries of pain and had tried to come to his aid. A number of members of the Hand had kept him and the other at bay. After finally breaking through them he had rushed over, with only seconds to spare his fist collided with the blade meant for Matt's heart. The force knocked Elektra through the wall behind her. Danny watched his fist slowly fade, marvelling in it power before turning his attention to Matt. He felt his own heart flutter at the sight of all the blood. The mans jacket and shirt were drenched, blood spewed from a wound on his shoulder and side. Dropping to his knees Danny stared at the mysterious dying man for a few seconds, not knowing what wound to apply pressure too. Panicking he put two firm hands on the shoulder wound. He knew the healing power the Iron fist held, but he had no clue if it would accomplish such a feat.

"I need some help!" Danny called, needing the assistants of his fellow super powered allies. Jessica was the first to appear in the doorway, she looked down at the two men, blood everywhere. It had started to pool under Matt, each breath he took becoming more painful. Luke appeared next, like Jessica he was taken back by the scene. But in a matter of seconds his drive to protect took over and he went to Matt's side, taking his arms he hauled him up over his shoulder. Matt couldn't help but cry in pain, his senses were starting to dull, sounds becoming muffled, distorting his picture of the world.

"We need to get him out of here." Luke took control of the situation, leading the others towards the elevator. The unconscious forms of their attackers scattered in the hallway. Once everyone was in the elevator Jessica hit the button for the ground floor, the doors slid closed as Danny stared as his blood covered hands.

Authors Notes

Hello all, if you haven't read my fan fictions before I am dyslexic, sorry. I do try my best with spelling and writing helps me learn. Hope you enjoy this chapter, the next chapters will be bigger. Please review it is appreciated.