Kilgrave's Desire

double crossed

I make it back into the city within three hours. If I had a car I would have gotten there quicker but I had to constantly hop trains to get to the right sub line which would drop me right into Manhattan. I made it into Manhattan and immediately headed home. I made it to my building to find Oliver standing outside our building talking to a police officer. I smiled at a familiar face as I made my way down the street towards him. There is a sense of panic in his emerald eyes as he is holding a picture of me in his hand as he shoved it in the officers hands. As I got closer I caught part of his conversation.

"You don't understand she told me she is staying with a friend....she doesn't talk to anyone," Oliver paniced as he put both his hands in his hair and pulled on his short blond hair. "She is missing and is in need of help."

"Ollie," I called as I waved trying to catch his attention.

Both Oliver and the officer turned to look at me in unison. Oliver ran and hugged me tightly as the cop stared at me blank faced. The officer handed my picture back to Oliver.

"Seems you found her," the officer replied as he passed us, leaving us alone on the street.

Oliver parted from me and brought me to a nearby deli. His solution to everything was always eating food. He learned that from his mother who I met twice. She is a big Italian woman who always brought over three lasagnas for him to freeze so her son did not starve. Like his mother Oliver believed that all things could be solved with food. We sit in the corner of the deli with our sandwiches before us sitting in silence.

"What happened to you?"he finally asked.

"What do you mean?" I ask trying to avoid the question.

"You said you were with a friend and I have never met a single friend of yours," he adds.
"Were you kidnapped?"

"Who would kidnap me? I'm not worth anything to anyone," I laugh as I openly lie, knowing he wouldn't catch me in a lie.

"I don't know a man in a nice purple suit would," he whispers.

I straighten in my seat and stare at him with wide-eyes. How does he know that? Who has he been talking to?

"What do you mean?" I ask carefully.

"The other day we we spoke I was determined to find you and then yesterday I received a call from your phone," he begins with a smile. I stare at him waiting concerned and confused. I never called him.

"But I didnt-"

"- I know it was a British guy...you know that friend you are staying with and taking care of? He told me I'm not allowed to call anymore so I lost your number and to my surprise you appeared," he smiled as he grabbed my hand. I retracted my hand as he touched it. Kilgrave spoke to him on my phone? Is this a trap?

"Was the guy who called you named Kilgrave?" I ask carefully in a hushed tone.

"Yeah he was overly persistent and insisted that I give up on finding you since you are happy with him and were never happy with me," Oliver replied with a solemn look on his face.

My chest hurt, my heart was beating violently in my chest as I tried to keep myself from hyperventilating. He took me phone and talked to Ollie....what will he do to Ollie if he thinks I won't come home? I place my napkin on my half eaten sandwich my appetite is gone and my flight instinct is kicking in.

"Ollie what else did he tell you?" I ask as we stand and walk outside to the nearly deserted side street.

"Nothing," he shrugs.

We walk up to the main street when his phone started to ring. I watched him as he picked it up and answered. As he hit the talk button every fiber of my being was praying it was not him.

"Hey mom no I'm not home...." he greets calmly.

A flood of relief that it was not Kilgrave washes over me. I'm paranoid, why would he come after Oliver? Oliver is of no use to him and it is not like I told Kilgrave I wouldn't look for my friend. As he continued to talk on the phone my own phone started ringing. I flipped the phone up and there is no name just his face. The bastard took my phone and programmed his number into my phone. I clicked reject and tried to tuck it away in my bag just as Oliver hung up with his mom.

"Everything alright?" I ask trying to put the thought of Kilgrave out of my mind.

My phone rings again I pull it out and reject another call from Kilgrave. Oliver bites the corner of his lip as he watches me put my phone away again.

"Are you sure you don't need to get that?" he asks in a concerned tone.

I force a smile as I look up at him as I shake my head. Kilgrave does not get to take away my time with Oliver. Oliver reached over and slings his arm around my shoulders as we walk. We get to the corner where cars, buses and taxis' are buzzing by with no desire to stop. Oliver's phone rings again and he instrictively picks his phone up and answers it. I watch him as his face turns from a happy grin to a blank emotionless stare.

"I understand." he whispered as he hands the phone to me and undrapes his arm from my shoulder. I take the phone and hold it to my ear and turn so my back is to Oliver so I can drown out the street noise.

"Hello?" I ask in a confused tone.

"Well well look at who is finally taking my calls," A male British voice echoes smoothly on the other line. My heart drops... shit it's Kilgrave. "You should have picked up the phone the first two times...now you forced me to do this."

"F-forced you to do what?"I stammer as I look around the street for Kilgrave.

"You shouldn't be with another bloke when I'm trying to win your heart...that is just hurtful and not ladylike," he chastised like a scolding parents.

"Wait, you can't tell me what to-"

"If he dies, his blood is on your hands and it'll be all your fault" his voice hisses nonchalantely before hanging up. If he dies? What does he....Oliver!!!

I turn just in time to watch Oliver walking halfway across the street, just in time to get hit by a city bus. I dropped his phone out of my hands as I ran towards the cars that are screeching to a hault. Some cars collided with others the sound of crunching metal was nothing compared to watching Oliver getting hit head-on by a one ton metal bus. Oliver flew a good fifteen feet before ending up on the concrete. Carnage is the only word I can use to describe the sight. People climbed out of their vehicles and others walked into the scene wearily. I seemed to be the only one running in a panic. I ran as fast as I could; leaping and weaving between cars and people doing anything to get to him. I needed to get to Oliver, he cannot die because of Kilgrave. There is no way this is my fault.

I stumbled to a stop when I got to him. I fell to my knees as I crawled like a helpless child to my bloodied friend. There is blood all over the concrete and all over him. His leg is bent at a very unnatural angle at the knee. The bone in his left wrist broke through the skin and is visible for all onlookers to see and behold. I turned around to the nearest person who stared at me obviously dumbfounded with what has happened and the situation at hand.

"Call an ambulance...now," I screamed at the poor person who fantically dialed and did what I asked. My hands trembled as I touched my friend's bloodied face.

"Ollie," I whisper as I struggle to not cry. "Y-you're going to be okay."

he did not say a word he just smiled at me, his perfectly white polished teeth are stained with red blood. His eyes struggle to stay awake and all I can do to pray that an ambulance gets here quick enough to save my friend.