Kilgraved

Anarchy

A churning sounded as the elevator rode upward to the proverbial mountain top of Fisk Tower. The music chiming in his ears did nothing to delegate his sour exterior. Making sure his suit had been properly pressed upon arrival, Kilgrave examined the shrinking city floor beneath his feet. Wandering eyes saw any sized people through the passing glass panes now, bringing a mentality that he was above all. Like a fixated king. Alas, there was only one King in Hell's Kitchen, and if there was a shred of chance that he could align himself with the big Shark yet take out Jessica and him simultaneously; then he would take it. Like the tortoise and the hare, the calculating slow thinker would take out the over exuberant rabbit. The doors ding signaling the end of his ascension and he stepped out of the metal box. His violet orbs glancing around the lavish corridor leading to his office space. Soft footsteps echoed as sunlight pressed onto the equally violet tuxedo Kilgrave sported. "Hello.. you must be the legendary Kilgrave I've heard so much about?" Wilson Fisk, his voice was undeniably dominant with that eerie bass to his tone. Signaling Kilgrave to sit across the thick Oak desk, Kingpin placed himself down in the comforting leather chair which was extra strength to contain his weight. "I hear stories if your abilities of mind control, you can make anyone say or do as you wish. At your own leisure correct? Just by using the demanding grammar tenses that you deem fit." Kilgrave waved his hand off at this with the accented chuckle billowing from his throat. "Oh yes, I have many talents, takes massive balls to call me up here with no protection. Knowing what I can do at the rate I can do it. So tell me, and tell me the truth, why have you brought me here?" Kingpin's face shifted into one under a hypnotic trance, eyes fluctuating obedience immediately. "You are here to agree with a deal I'm going to propose. You Kilgrave, will deliver me the head of Hell's Kitchen's Devil, and in return; i will deliver to you the woman you long for. Jessica Jones." Kilgrave grew a distinctive stone expression at this but then laughed in hardy amusement by smacking his hands together and leaning back into his plush chair. "How the hell can you bring me Jessie when I've been on the bleedin' hunt for months?" His eyes narrowed on Fisk's, the once dampened violet orbs now flaring color. Coming out of his trance, Fisk chuckled unafraid. "Because, I have eyes and ears in every grime filled desk, nook, wall, cranny, battered down structure in this god forsaken section. Nothing skids by my nose, not even a lackluster private eye.." Before Fisk could complete his statement, Kilgrave smacked his arm chair as quick as a Hyena jumping a fresh meal. "Don't you ever insulted my exuberant beauty ever again or I will see fit to have you exonerated permanently!" Once more, Fisk snickered and craned backwards in his chair to stretch, extending his arms to the side with a low hum. "Have it your way, but do you agree to the extent of these terms? Do you accept my everlasting word? I bring you the woman you lust for every day and all you have to do is fit the unbearably vexing pieces left into this hell hole puzzle of mine. Deal?" Fisk extended a sledgehammer like hand out for a shake, to seal the deal with this vibrant snake. Kilgrave passed on several thoughts of doubt, considering every variable before concluding the neutral silence with a laugh. "Why the hell not?" Their hands met, the contract was signed.