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Chapter III: No one kills no one!
Peter had always bragged about his huge loft in Las Vegas, but Killgrave's villa has nothing to envy! It seems even larger due to the white walls. It's an almost aseptic white, with a large terrace overlooking the dock where, maybe if he heard him right, Killgrave has a boat.
He's not so sure, but how is he supposed to be sure about anything involving such a mysterious man?
Taking a look around, Peter notices how the furniture seems to be minimal, as if there was other stuff before that was removed, not to mention the total lack of pictures anywhere. .
"Are we sure you're living here?" he just can't help asking Killgrave, as he fights the temptation to run his fingers on the empty spots of the shelves.
"Now I do. Let's say that the former owners didn't have much to object when I came to them a few days ago!" the persuader creepily sneers, as he shows him the way to his current bedroom.
Once he's inside, Peter can notice how large that room is. In the middle there's probably the biggest bed he has ever seen, probably a king-size one, in front of it there's a cupboard covering the entire wall. No pictures even there.
If Peter wasn't so drunk, probably he would start being scared. Unluckily or luckily, this isn't' the case.
Walking along the dock at least helped them both to sober up enough not to slur their words anymore.
" I want to find out how much you actually could look like me. " the new owner of that house explains opening his wardrobe.
"I got you. You want me to wear your stuffed dandy clothes," Peter chuckles, taking a step closer to stare at them better. "Okay, I'm going to pick this one!" he decides, picking the hanger of the purple suit.
Kevin promptly intervenes. He is morbidly affectionate to that suit. After all, that's the one he wore when he declared to his beloved Jessica, when he managed to convince her to live together, even if for too few days.
No one could touch that suit, especially not such an eccentric man!
"Forget it!" he snaps, putting the cloth back and replacing it with another one, a blue one, not so linked to special memories.
Kevin turns to Peter, handing him the hanger with the blue suit. But Peter forgets it, just like he has been told, how he has been told. He just forgets everything. He blinks, trying to recall something, but, of course, he simply can't.
"What the fuck am I doing here? Who the fuck are you? And why the fucking fuck do you have my fucking same face?" he snaps, backing off in fear, eyes darting about the room searching for the exit and trying to run out of there.
He's as scared as hell.
Kevin figures out what has happened.
- Damn bloody stupid literal sense!- he curses inside, rolling his eyes, before fixing that.
"Hey, you, stop. Recall our meeting and what we were about to do." he speaks in time.
Peter starts trotting back to him, as if nothing had happened.
"So? Where's the suit?"
He goes to the bathroom Kevin shows him to change in and when he's back Killgrave is stunned. The resemblance is almost flawless.
He just needs some little touches again. He takes some cotton from the bathroom, dipping it with warm water and gets closer to Peter, in order to remove all his left traces of eyeliner. He also would need nail polish remover, for his black nails, but he can think about it later.
He also removes the fake eyebrow ring that is still there. He combs his hair in order to make it look more like his hairstyle. He opens his drawer to draw out a purple pochette and then he finds a tie to match it with and he ties a knot around his scarlet shirt.
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