Kilgrave's Desire

So it begins

Snow...god I hate it. Sure it looks beautiful when you are snuggled in a warm home with friends and loved ones like family but on the outside it is cold and wet and miserable. The thick flakes fall violently from the hazy gray-blue sky spewing around the crowed streets of New York City carelessly. The city dwellers walked about as if nothing has changed. I pull my blue and white scarf tightly around my neck to protect myself from the icy snow. My long auburn hair is curling naturally from the snow. Frantically I search the typical busy street for any oncoming cars before crossing to Central Park. I rush across the street squinting my icy blue eyes from the snow.

The park is eerie and quiet but it does not phase me. I like being alone. I mean I am used to it. I walk by one of the several bridges in the park and hear a usual sound of distress. What the hell now? I turn the corner and see a man beating the life out of a homeless woman. I find myself clenching my fists in anger and before I could stop myself I was already yelling at the jackhole with little manners.

"Hey jackass!" I yelled, my voice echoing in the tunnel. "Why don't you stop beating up a helpless woman and come after a woman who will actually fight back."

"Fuck off a'ight ma?" the man spits in anger. "This is between me and the bitch."

Ma? Seriously? I concentrated and with very little effort and a flick of the wrist the man was gravitating towards me; cussing every word under the sun as he left the woman and moved towards me. I lowered him slowly infront of me. Staring at this smug asshat, I manage to grin at the fact that this ass had the gull to tell me to fuck off.

"I don't think you heard me, I said leave her the fuck alone," I jeered.

"Put me down you bitch before I end your life," He cursed.

"Gladly," I whisper as I toss him hard against the stone wall. He lets out a loud groan as he collapses to the ground writhing in pain and agony. I use my gift to pick him up again and toss him one more time. "Don't beat on women ever again!"

I watch the man who is clearly okay rolling in pain with a bloodied face as I run past him and tend to the woman who is alive but only just. I pull my phone out and quickly dial 9-1-1.

"911 what is your emergency?" the operator's voice echoes on the other line.

"I'm in need of an ambulance, I am under a bridge in Central park and a man was beating up a woman and she is unconscious and in need them n-"

"- well well how interesting is this," a British accent echoes to my right.

"Hello? mam, are you there?" the operator's voice echoes on the phone.

"Yes please hu..."

"Hang up the phone the woman is alright." the British voice orders calmly.

Wait! What? No I can't do that. I complied and hung my phone up and tossed it in my bag before standing up and looking at the beautiful man who was speaking to me. I came face to face with a man in a dashing purple suit, thick brown hair, a five o'clock shadow which looks hot on him. I looked at him and glanced at the woman who is still breathing but I am not sure for how long.

"The woman." I plead trying to find the will to get my phone.

"she is ok." he states.

"She is ok." I repeat. Oh god no she isn't!

"Let me look at you," he begins with a sheepish grin. "You are radiant and quiet stunning my love. Tell me what is your name?"

"Melody," I reply.

"You look hungry."

"I am hungry."

"Come let's get some Italian, I know a lovely place around the corner," he responds as he hold out his right hand. Without a second thought i mindlessly take his hand in mine. Oh god! wait! no! Jackass this is not right! I walk with him hand in hand away from the situation I prevented listening to the sounds of sirens in the distance. I let out a sigh knowing at least the operator was smart enough to send someone even though I hung up on her.