"Yes." I gave in. I couldn't fight it anymore, the mixed emotions stirring within me. When I had not known who I was, when she could harness my powers better than I ever could... Even when she fell in love with Kilgrave, when I fell in love with Kilgrave... "I'll show my you my powers." Sighing, I closed my eyes and allowed a glowing green light to envelope me. The familiar feeling allowed me to breathe without pain, something that hasn't been able to happen for too long.
"Joy, stop." The words reverberated through my mind, the glow fading and the dull aches and pains returning, although luckily not as crippling as they were before. The two words were said with such calm, they were said by a man who was collected, but when I opened my eyes, that is not what I saw.
A man that looked so war torn, so rugged, his lab gown hanging off of him like it was weighing him down. My eyes instantly watered when I saw him, shackled at his wrists and ankles and held by a man I had come to recognise very well. My father.
"Stop this, Joy." The rugged man was struck down by my father, the man who raise me under false pretences. The man that would one day try and extract my powers for his own gain, to sell into the military and use it in the war against my kind. "You have to-" before he could continue, his legs gave out and it forced him to kneel, before me as his eyes became watery. He could see what I had become, what he had made me become.
"Now do you see, Kilgrave? This is what you have done to her. To both of them." My father dragged Kilgrave to his feet, his knees cut simply by falling down on the laboratory floor. "Because of you, she has to die." I shook my head in disbelief, the tears rolling my down my cheeks. The water stung my skin, the moisture strange to me. All this time, however long I had been here, I had been fed and hydrated through tubes. They said they were keeping me alive, but I knew that they were only keeping me alive for one reason.
"I've shown you that I can still do it." I pleaded to my father, my binds too tight to even attempt to struggle.
"But you still love this man, don't you? That's why you're here, why you both are. The only reason he's alive is because it would cause too much stress for you to kill him. We're only thinking about you, Joy." My father shook his head with disbelief, he truly believed that he was helping me.
"I've hated Kilgrave since we first met, but..." I paused, tensing my fists as I looked into the purple mans eyes. "Somehow... I love him. And that's why..." I glanced down, blinking slowly and taking a deep breath before looking back at him, nodding. "That's why I'm going to let him kill you." I looked at my father, hatred boring into his soul before I heard the words I had never wanted to hear.
"Gillian, slit your throat. Anyone listening, do the same." Immediately I struggled against my restraints as I saw my father approach the tool station, trying to fight the command.
"I'm sorry." I mouthed to him, everything slowing down as the knife slashed his own throat, crimson pouring onto his white coat before he fell to the floor, trying to speak.
"I only wanted what was best..." His pupils dilated and burst, my fathers lifeless body laying on the floor amongst a pool of blood.
"Joy." I hadn't realised Kilgrave had released me until I felt his shackled wrists hold me, the sharp nick of the needles from my arms being removed, the ones from my side taking god knows what ripping out my skin. "Joy." I couldn't stop staring at my fathers lifeless body, noticing more and more details. His coat pocket was bulging, keys.
"Keys." I said aloud, looking at the knife as Kilgrave ran to fetch the keys. "Keys..." Scrambling for the knife I managed to touch it before Kilgraves voice shattered his own control.
"STOP!" He yelled, making me lay on my side, clutching a scalpel in my hand as I shook. " Throw the knife away." He sounded relieved as I heard the chains drop, his skinny arms wrapping around me as he struggled to lift me.
"You're too weak..." I said, my hand on his chest. "I'm fed, I'm sure I can walk." My swollen ankles felt strange walking on the cold tempered glass floor, but looking at mine compared to Kilgrave, I had been only through mental and internal torture. As soon as they found out my condition, they had stopped with the experiments, and simply took samples and asked me to demonstrate my powers, every day. I had counted in total they had asked me about one hundred and seventy times, which would be about five months. Five months we had been stuck here.
As we turned a corner into a long hall, we noticed a security guard take arms at us, and instead of panic, Kilgrave merely smiled. "Take us to the exit, right now, and do not say a word." He paused, keeping me close by having an arm around my waist, although I knew it was to help support him as well. "If you see anyone try and harm us, kill them." I couldn't argue with him, not right now. He was saving my life for the second time, this time from the very company I thought was on the side of the heroes, like I thought Jessica was.
"Kilgrave, Joy." I stopped when I heard that voice, it was the woman that had originally brought us here. "Did you really think you'd be walking out of here?" She said, making the guard take aim.
"We're leaving, Mum." I spoke, making sure Kilgrave was alright to stand before taking a step forwards, holding my stomach. "And you will not look for us." She shook her head, laughing as she took a step forwards. I held me hand back, telling Kilgrave not to act until I was ready.
"You really think I won't?" She stopped approaching, standing there, still. "I raised you, Joy. I know you better than you know yourself, and better than this... this man."
"Maybe you do. But you don't know how much I've grown. What I've been put through the last few years. The last few months. You wanted to use me to experiment. Just like his parents did to him." I glanced back at Kilgrave, who took my hand. I hadn't seen him in so long, and his touch was enough to give me confidence.
"You will not take my granddaughter away from me." My mother snarled, taking a threatening step forwards.
"She's not yours!" I yelled back, tightening my hold on his hand. "And you are not using her like you've used me, like you've used both of us!" Shaking my head I felt my cheeks once again become wet. "Do it." I turned back to Kilgrave, nodding. "Goodbye, Mum."
"Kill her." The guard began firing his rifle, shooting my mother in the chest several times before she fell to the floor, her face one of shock.
"Let's go." I said, my emotions unable to comprehend what I had just done. The people who had raised me, the people who I had called family... they were gone. The one's who had tried to make me hate Kilgrave again, and tried to take my baby away from me.
"Joy, wait." Before we got to the entrance, Kilgrave stopped me, holding my shoulders. "Is this..." He looked at my stomach, the bulge quite noticeable.
"It's from the night before we got captured. It's our child ."
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Ok, I really wasn't sure about this chapter. It's been sat here quite a while, and now kinda seems like the right time? But I don't know 😭.
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Fiksi Penggemar"Smile" Jessica pulled the sides of Kilgrave's mouth, turning his neck sharply to the left. *crack*. A new case sees Jessica in search of Amanda Rickman, an English woman who had been reported missing over a year ago. She was last seen arriving in...
