Kilgraved

A Blissful Symphony

'Jessica.... Jessica..! Get back here JESSICA!!!!' The voice grew louder and louder in his head as he shot up in a jolt with a disheveled look brought on his face. Pants between shock and ferociousness dwelled and radiated out of his body with every inhale and exhale. "Happy Anniversary Jessica.." The man mumbled through his cracked, violet lips. He hated how rusty he had become over those last eight months, took his eyes off the prize and let his possession get away from him but he was sure to put a fine grasp on Ms. Jessica Jones when he got the next best chance. The man of purple rubbed his eyes as he slid out of bed and moved over to the fancy record player sat on his night stand. This man preferred elegance and fancy flavors all through his life, instead of Jeans and T-Shirts, he sported panache purple suits, flashy ties as well as shoes matching the purple flavor. Instead of iPods or radios, he preferred records and record players. He loved his newly acquired home, a lovely penthouse condo right outside the bay. The view of the Manhattan Bridge was his favorite sight upon listening to the blissful symphonies of Bach and Beethoven, but since he couldn't afford such a lavish home on his own, he simply escorted the family out on the street in which he told them to live there while he snagged all of the money as well as the credit, debit cards and insurance. He loved his morning pallets of Omelets with a fresh helping of Kail and bread and jam. He loved everything about his lavish, luxurious lifestyle but he was missing one component and as he slipped on his purple garments he thought of the missing girl. His dear, sweet Jessica Jones.