It was a cold December morning. There was snow on the ground, and the sun above seemed to collect the flurries in the air, as ammunition to feed the clouds that would show up later.
Elektra walked up the hill in the graveyard, silently approaching the figure kneeling in front of a freshly covered grave.
When she came to a stop next
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Mmm, Looking forward to seeing where you go with this. Makes me want to go break out my DVD and indulge in it again. Heh. But, no, you are not alone, and you please many, many people with this.
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Thanks so much for leaving a comment, i feel great now knowing that i'm not the only one. :) and i'll try to do my best with the story :)
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Also, that is a great icon, i laughed when i saw it.
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This fandom needs to be resurrected, there is just so much potential. i hope i'll do it justice :)
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