Lost in Time

Thirty-Nine

Elle huffed out a tired breath, pulling in the back of her neck. Still holding it, she rocked her neck side to side in an attempt to loosen the tension she had. Her eyes tracked him around the house, the eerie smile on his face. Kevin Thompson, also known as Killgrave, had bought the house that belonged to Jessica Jones birth parents. He had quite the obsession with her, but that ended tonight. Unable to stop the tired yawn, she shook out her hands and rocked her shoulders back. Elle knew his power, the ability to enthrall people, but then again, so could she. She waited until he moved around the house, and stepped out of the mirror dimension, quickly casting a blanket spell on the house to stop him from leaving, he couldn't trap her, she spelled herself years ago, against magic and powers.

'Here kitty kitty kitty..'.. She chuckled, stood in the living room of the house, her arms at her sides... 'Don't you want to play with me?..'... Elle heard his quiet footsteps coming from her left, and he stepped in through the archway, from the dining room.

'Now now, that's no way to behave in a man's home..'.. His hands were behind his back, probably with some weapon of sorts. Elle smirked at him, lifting her hands up slightly and dropping them back down.

'Its not your home. I think you'll find that as of right now, it belongs to me. You're trespassing on private property, breaking and entering..'.. Her gaze flicked over him as he walked closer, his steps slow, calculated as he looked around.

'Ah, that I doubt. I bought this house, just today..'.. He ran a hand down the wall, that held Jessica's height chart from when she was a child.

'Still not your home..'.. She said, and he turned to look at her, clasping his hands behind his back again... 'Do you really think controlling people to do your bidding, will work on me?..'

'You are special..'.. He walked around the room, and she moved. Every stepped he took, she moved to match him... 'And what is it you can do?..'

'I'm so glad you asked..'.. She flicked her hands out, and quick as a flash, she created a rope around his neck and yanked him forward, he fell to the floor face first. Elle smirked, wrapping the magic rope around her hand, shortening it as she walked forward, and put her boot to his back, pulling his head up as she did... 'Its not what I can do you should be interested in..'.. She rested her arms on her knee, pressing her weight down on her boot as she leaned forward, still tightening the rope to the point he couldn't breath... 'Its who I am..'

'W-wh-who ar-..'.. He had pushed himself up on his hands as best he could under her weight and hold, trying to get a little reprieve.

'I'm death..'.. She grabbed his head in a hold, and snapped his neck. She let his body fall to the floor and stood up, the rope fizzling away to nothing. Elle looked around the house, thankful it didn't turn into a bloodbath... 'Lark..'.. Elle tapped her earpiece.

'Yes Sergeant?..'..

'Send all documents pertaining to this property to Miss Jessica Jones. It belongs to her..'.. Elle looked down at the body as Lark confirmed she would. Stepping back a few more steps, Elle created a portal beneath Killgrave, and dropped his body to the Atlantic ocean.

'Are you alright Sergeant?..'..

'I'm fine Lark, just tired. Day off tomorrow and then deal with Vin-Tak..'.. Elle tilted her head back to the ceiling... 'Heimdall, I got this, don't send Sif here, I don't want her being hurt..'.. She knew he'd hear her, he always did. Another yawn broke free, and Elle felt her eyes water from exhaustion... 'Home, and bed..'.. She waved her hand, removing the spell around the house, then a portal beneath her feet, which dropped her onto the bed. Not bothering to strip off, she flopped down as the portal closed, and fell asleep almost instantly.