Kilgraved

Rain

Rain. A droplet containing substance which explodes upon contact when it hits a surface. The water spreads with each crash on pavement, grass or roof. Her head was like a thunderstorm each day, nonstop pounding from the daily tortures. The crack of pain from the headaches after the hangovers and sleepless nights and the pouring rain of images that belittled her conscious memories. Jessica Jones was a tortured private eye who was tormented, abused, controlled and mentally raped. For eight months she had endured the agony of commands against her will, for the man known as Kilgrave or Purple Man for you comic nerds. "Dammit Jess get him out of your head, you have a case you need to work on here." She screamed at herself mentally, slamming a fist down on her wore out oak desk. Jessica fronted a small, private firm titled Alias Investigations, it was held up in a building which was rotting away in the heart of Hell's Kitchen. Only one other person worked there and it was her good friend Malcolm, he helped Jess research all the scum and perverted bastards that were out there but tonight was going to be a long night. It was the one year anniversary of when she was taken by Kilgrave and she was sure to make that asshole pay.
Jessica got up from her tattered black leather chair as she went to the window that was set behind her and stared at her every second of everyday that she sat at that desk. All that was visible through the splattered patches of rain water and mold that grew from the constant precipitation, was the dreary atmosphere that contained her existence.
Cracked streets filled with druggies doing crack, the stench of sewage and homeless folks that grew more and more by the ensuing hours. She pondered to herself as to how she got this low when really it was a stupid question with an honest answer. It all started with him and it will always be caused by him.
Getting lost in the subconscious queries that flooded her mind, Jessica never even noticed Malcolm walking in with four new case files and placing them on her desk. Her mind came back and forth in a struggle for returning to reality as she heard a murmur that was saying her name grimly, psychotically. For a moment she tensed and gained goosebumps on her arms when she felt a hand placed on her shoulder.
With that she snapped out of her trance and grabbed Malcolm by the collar of his Polo shirt, lifting him a good seven or maybe eight inches off the ground. "What the hell Jess it's me!?" He yelled as he squirmed ever so slightly, forcing her to gently place him down and regain her composure as well as her thoughts. "I'm sorry Malcolm, I just got lost again.." She muttered through sorrowful teeth, she was pleased she at least had Malcolm there to keep her straight when she needed to be leveled steady. "What do you got?" She asked curiously to the case files she had just noticed on her desk when Malcolm took a breath and bit his nervous lip. "It's Kilgrave, he's back and is leaving a death trail."