Control (Kilgrave x reader)

My Past, His Glimpse.

The world around me was a blur. One of the men who brought me to Kilgrave lead us back to the car. Kilgrave opened the door with his hand motioning for me to get in. There was no way I could try running. More people would get hurt. So I got into the car. Kilgrave walked around and got in on the other side. In my chest, my heart was racing. Each beat an attempt to escape the structure it kept alive. Wherever we were going, it was not my home. Chance took us by my restaurant and old apartment. Cop cars were swarmed outside of the building. If I was lucky they would assume someone killed me as well. My hands rang roughly against each other. The pull on my skin, the small amount of pain I could force my nerves to feel, telling me this was not some horrible nightmare.

"What are you thinking right now?" Kilgrave asked.

"I should have let you die."

"But you didn't. Do you care about strangers that much? If I were human and you healed me I could have outed you for being special."

"So?"

"You'd take that chance for someone you can't trust?"

"A thousand times over."

"Why don't you have any resentment toward them? Didn't they make you in the freak that you are, that we are?"

"Although they did expand upon my powers by experimenting on me," my head leaned onto my hand that was propped up by an elbow near the window, "I wished them no harm. What do they know? We're different. Humans are scared by what they can't understand. And then there are mutants like you."

"Thank you."

"It wasn't a compliment."

"I don't mind if they are afraid of me. They should be."

"And Jessica? Was she scared of you?"

"She loved me. I am sure she still does."

"Man this puppy love of yours is sickening. I think she hated-"

Hands grasped my jaw. Kilgrave's eyes searching for a fear that was no longer within my eyes. This seemed to make him angrier. His grasp tightening on my jaw. I clenched my jaw showing defiance toward his actions.

"You don't know a damn thing," he spat.

My hand placed on his with a devious grin. On a whim I could drag the two of us down his memories. What really happened would be lying deep in his psyche. His hand pulled away quickly.

"Don't even think about it."

"So you know she didn't love you. You were actually still controlling her."

"I wouldn't...I tried not to."

"See, all you know is getting your way. If you tried not being a control freak, maybe someone would care about you."

"Like who? You?" He crossed his arms, turning his attention out the window.

"I mean, you aren't too hard on the eyes."

"Well, I knew that."

"Narcissistic too, nice."

"Oh, you didn't have any thoughts the other night? Seeing me half naked," he leaned closer bringing his voice to a whisper, "in only a towel?"

"Nope."

"Liar."

"You could stride around naked in front of me for all I care. I could never love someone with such a miserable personality."

"I will remember that."

My eyes rolled so hard I thought the window might have cracked. We drove across the city. When the car stopped we were at another hotel. My eyes narrowed. Kilgrave stepped out, he once again opened the door for me. My leg swung, allowing my foot to hit the ground as the other followed. Clouds had formed in the sky. I looked up to see darkness above me. One flash of lightning lit the darkening clouds. If there was ever an omen I believed in, this would be the one. His hand extended to mine, inviting me to hold his own. I didn't want to. But storms were not something I particularly care for. The roll of thunder that followed the flash caused me to grab his tightly. Eyes closed as tight as they could while my body froze.

"Are you afraid of storms?" he laughed.

"It's a long story."

"You should tell me sometime."

But my mind flashed back into my past. My father that often tried to tell my mother I would have a normal life, and me cowering at the sound of thunder. The two of us were dragged back to those nights. Kilgrave stood holding my hand taking a peek into my past. Something I had not wanted to happen.

A flash of lightning. My body tensed immediately knowing what would follow. My father was fast asleep. Before the roll of thunder footsteps moved down the hallway. A creak echoing around me while the door pushed open. The smell of alcohol burst into the room without hesitation. Footsteps nearing, my body tensing more and more. Another flash of lightning as tears fell down my face. The light so bright it, almost blinding.

"You piece of shit," my mother's voice slurred, "your father and I despise you and your gift."

Timed. It was always timed. She had to have sat counting the space between lightning and thunder. A bat crashed into my side. Wooden this time. That was easy to heal. Her back arched before slamming the object into my body. I cried out as the thunder rolled through the sky. Another flash. Pause. Another roaring sound, another hit. Over and over as the storm passed by us. Blood splattered on my bed. She told my father it was my period. What did he know after all? And what did she care if I could heal myself? The bat dropped, she kicked it under my bed.

"Tell your father and I will kill you." Her voice was full of anger directed toward me. "He's the only reason you're still alive."

The bat slid under the bed. She wouldn't be found out. Not tonight. Not any other night. A soft glow appeared beneath the covers. Accompanied by sobs that she didn't care for. By a voice that she learned to hate. I was a burden, not a child. I was a problem, not something she loved. I was worthless.

My knees started to buckle as tears fell from my eyes. Kilgrave held me up as best he could. My head shook trying to keep the past from the future. A hand wiped the falling tears as I looked at him with a feigned smile.

"Yeah, storms freak me right the hell out," I smiled, not realizing he had a glimpse into my past, "guess I am pretty lame, huh?"

"Not at all. To be fair 'storms' freak me out a little too."

He held my hand tightly as we walked inside. At the desk was a young woman who he easily swooned. My hand was grasping my head hoping that memory didn't actually transfer to him. He asked for a suite with an attached room. Of course it should have been on the house. It was. Kilgrave, for the first time in his life, was careful with someone involved with his schemes. He led me to my room. The rooms were connected if I needed him. I nodded mindlessly, lost in a thought I wished I could forget. He let me into my room. Watching me stand, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Maybe take a hot bath," he offered, "you just look stressed."

"I wonder why." My voice shot back before I could get my thoughts together.

"If you need something, I am right through that door."

"This isn't like you, Kil."

"You're not like 'you' to be fair."

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