Kilgrave's Joy

7- Aka Not the End

"I'm sorry I was unable to find your daughter." Jessica put her cell down, taking a heavy sigh. She leaned back in her chair and took a mouthful of bourbon from the bottle she had spent the early hours of the morning polishing. The bourbon burned her throat as it went down, the sensation numbing her unease.
Amanda was alive, and she was Kilgrave's. From what she had seen, he was controlling her like a puppet, just like he had done to her and Hope, and countless others before her. Her fist slammed on the table, splintering the desk she was sat at. It infuriated Jessica that she couldn't do anything, she didn't even have the courage to go to her apartment and face him.
"Jess?" There was a knock at the door, Trish. Jessica stood up out of her chair and walked towards the door, it had been too long since she had seen Trish, they had both been involved in matters that took up a lot of time and energy.
Opening the door, Trish enveloped Jones into a big hug, it had been way too long.
"Hey." Trish said, walking into the apartment.
"Hey." Jessica replied. She followed her adopted sister into her office, watching her fill her desk with paper.
"How's the case?" Trish asked, taking a seat. Jessica sighed, sitting down. She hadn't had a chance to tell anyone about Kilgrave being alive, it's not exactly news she wanted to do over the phone.
"I had to call the parents and tell them I couldn't find their daughter." She looked at Trish, her stance hardening.
"What? Why?" Trish asked, glancing through the paperwork of the open case file on her desk.
"Kilgrave has her." Trish immediately looked up at Jessica, thinking that she had to be pulling her arm.
"Kilgrave is dead." Trish assured Jessica. "I saw you snap his neck." Jessica thought back to the moment when she had killed Kilgrave, a sense of relief that was impossible for her to feel anymore.
"He has her. I followed a woman named Joy to an Italian restaurant, and after I recognised him the waiter stabbed himself." Jessica stood from her office chair, she needed more bourbon.
"That's impossible." Trish leaned back, she wasn't the only one that couldn't believe it. Jessica had killed him with her bare hands this time, and he had still managed to evade death. "How would he have done it?" Jessica reached into her empty cupboards to grab the last bottle of bourbon, the only bottle worth over $20.
"That's what I'm going to ask him." She returned to the office, cracking open her last bottle and taking a swig.
"Can I?" Trish pointed at the bourbon. Although Trish didn't agree with Jessica's drinking, when it came to Kilgrave, she could understand why. Jessica handed the bottle to Trish and she took a large mouthful, struggling to swallow it as she could feel it burning her throat. "I just need to find the strength to do so." Lifting the bottle like it was liquid courage, another mouthful was gone before the bottle was left half empty on her office desk.
"That's actually why I came to talk to you about. Simpsons people, the same people that experimented on some of the gifted, have a task force set to capture rogue gifted people and dispose of them." Jessica furrowed her brows, Trish handing her the paperwork she had brought over to show the P.I.
"Thank you. Can I have your word that Amanda will be returned to me once you have them both?" Jessica paused, hearing an assured 'yes' from the man on the phone. "Thank you." She put the phone down. "They'll do it in exchange for my blood, which I've already arranged. They have to recon the situation, and should hear back in two weeks." Jessica sighed, all she had to do was wait two weeks and Kilgrave would be dead.

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The day has arrived, and Jessica patiently awaited their phone call from the early hours of the morning. Trish had called to let her know when they had finished with Kilgrave. She couldn't believe that she wasn't handelling this herself, but the nightmares and lack of sleep she had been experiencing since discovering that he was alive meant she couldn't. They couldn't be trusted, but that was the reason that when the sun went down, Jessica was storming Amanda's apartment.
She had decided that sitting around in her apartment waiting for news was going to drive her insane, so she unplugged her phone from her charger and made her way out of the apartment block, onto the streets.
The brisk bustling dusk provided excellent distraction for the P.I, but she was still unable to get Kilgrave and Amanda out of her mind. She headed towards the apartment a few blocks down, arriving there quicker than expected. Jessica froze, she was about to face Kilgrave again, for what she hoped would be the last time. Her knuckles turned white, her hands balled into a fist. Taking a deep breath, Jessica entered the apartment building and called for the lift up to the 42nd floor.
When the lift doors opened, Jessica cautiously walked out into the hallway, nothing was out of the ordinary. Walking to the apartment where she had seen her neighbour knock, she grabbed the handle and tightly turned, jamming the door open. She quickly entered the apartment, adrenaline feeling her courage. Looking around in the dim light, she found a light switch and flicked it on. The sight she was welcomed to wasn't one she expected; blood. The bodies of about twenty men in dark uniforms, and another blood stain near the windows along with broken glass. He's still out there.

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Kilgrave didn't quite know what to think. He had thought that Amanda would have been able to heal herself, after testing her jumping out the the open window, he knew that her healing capabilities were astounding. "Dammit." He muttered, gently picking her up. The cut along his hand had healed, her blood had healed him. Carrying her limp body, he needed to get somewhere far from here. If Jessica had sent this task force in then it was certain that she wasn't far behind, even if it did seem to a ditch attempt to get rid of Kilgrave. What Jessica didn't know is that he didn't consider her a priority anymore. Sure, his revenge would come, but meeting Amanda in England when he was in hiding had changed all of that. He was starting to become different, which– although he wasn't fond of the idea– Amanda had helped him do. He doubted that he would ever become the hero like Jessica and Amanda wanted him to so badly become, but he was learning to not be the bad guy. This girl that he was holding had become the reason that he was able to stay in hiding. His need to control wasn't as great, and he was actually getting to know her through her will. Or, at least, he did.
Walking through the apartment lobby, everyone stopped to stare. "Someone call an ambulance!" He shouted, and immediately everyone with phones in their hands dialled 911.
Within minutes the ambulance had arrived, and she was put on a bed.
"I'm sorry, she's dead." The paramedic stated.
"No she's not." Kilgrave protested. "You will take me to a dockyard just outside the city, and try and start her heart." The paramedic nodded, it was times like this he was truly thankful for his powers. They climbed into the back of the ambulance and began the drive out of New York, as a defibrillator was placed on her bare chest.
"Charging to 60." Kilgrave sat back, for his sake he had better save her. "Clear!" The charge surged through Amanda, her chest raising and falling back to the bed. The heart rate monitor was still flatlining.
"Again." Kilgrave instructed, leaning forward. The paramedic repeated this several times, but to no avail.
"Sir, she's gone." The paramedic wiped the sweat from her brow. Kilgrave had a lightbulb moment, the blood he had taken from her had healed his hand.
"Use my blood." He held up his arm.
"Sir she has a slit throat."
"Do it!" Kilgrave commanded, this wasn't the end.