Alice pov

I took a turn into the first dark alley I spotted and almost broke my legs, trying to get away from him as far as possible. Only then I sobbed and bursted into tears, gasping for air and crying out loud, trying desperately to control myself. I haven't stopped running, having to be sure he wasn't chasing me. I passed couple of shut shops and took multiple turns until the only buildings around me were residential along with a miserable looking bar. Heavy clouds contracted and let out waterfalls of rain which hit my already wet face.

I got inside and sat at the bar, trying to wipe the blood running down my face with a napkin I blindly took from the counter 'Rough night?' I heard man's voice and I slowly looked up, finnaly attempting to acknowledge my surroundings. Me and a dark haired woman were the only customers and a tall, rather good looking man of a skin as dark as darkest chocolate was behind the bar 'We're actually closed but I can't refuse a damsel in distress' he put a glass in front of me and filled it with a golden liquid 'Tequilla?' I asked and he chuckled a little, nodding. I downed the glass with no hesitation. 'Thanks' I patted my lips with the bloody napking feeling the tiny cut sting mercilessly. It made me angry. One tiny cut and it was driving me crazy. Such a small cut coming from one person you don't expect and it hurts like poison spreading down your veins, reaching your mind. 'What the hell happened to you?' a somewhat familiar voice hit my ear drums and I looked to the side at the woman in disbelieve. My lips parted and so did hers as she stared at me silently 'I know you' she said slowly and I saw her arms tensing as if she was ready to fight. I felt too powerless for it. I lost it. I lost everything, I didn't want to fight for anything. The man I loved turned out to hate me. And he himself was crying on my shoulder how awful that is to fall in single sided love. What an asshole.

Few tears rolled down my cheeks as if in approval of my twisted thoughts.

'I don't want to fight' another wave of burst was building up my throat and I couldn't stop pathetic sob escaping my lips 'What did he do to you, silly?' She looked a bit tipsy as she reached her hand over to me and cupped my cheek, staring at the tiniest cut and red bruise across my cheek 'He... he did this' I looked away and bursted into tears, covering my face with my cold hands. I didn't want to tell her more. I didn't respect the fact she tried to kill him for what he's done to her. I didn't feel like anything anymore. 'Kilgrave?' the barman tensed as well. I didn't understand why they acted as if he was behind my back but I didn't care. 'I'm so sorry' Jessica slowly slid down from the chair and looked at me as if I were about to throw myself on her 'I- I need to go' I frowned suspiciously as I managed to calm down but she held my wrist tightly 'No, you're not going back to that monster' she stated. I moved my hand away but she wouldn't let go, what the fuck? 'To him? Why would I- let me go, bitch!' what the hell was wrong with her 'Luke, she might be under his control, do something!' she mumbled drunkily to the man and I looked at them shocked 'I'm not -' in less than a second he jumped over the counter with a bottle of tequilla he served me before and everything went... black...

Kilgrave pov

I started dully at Alice's bleeding lip and red, nearly bloody purple cheek, still feeling the soft skin on my palms, now wet of her own blood.

What have I done?

I felt breathless, unable, weak... I was slave of my own anger. 'Alice' I called out, merely whispering, but it was too late, I tried to chase her but she was faster than me. And her words... her words made me notious, taking all power from my legs I could have. It hurt like a thousand knifes piercing through every inch of my excistense. I destroyed the only good thing in my life and the heaviness of this moment weighed me down. I couldn't even run to get her. She got away and once I made it outside, she was nowhere to be seen, unresponcive to my orders and desperate calling. 'Shit' I muttered. Everyone was staring at me as I walked back inside just to collect my money. 'Mind your own bussiness' I barked at them and everyone looked away with scared faces. I grabbed the black bag filled with cash and got into my car, driving myself as I needed to search everywhere I could. I drove around until I almost started falling asleep behind the wheel and the sun peeked from behind the horizon. I felt torn inside. She would hate me know and no apology would make it okay. The expression of her watery eyes would haunt me forever. She looked so deeply hurt I wanted to kill myself.

I buried my face in my hands and gritted my teeth, recalling her last words over and over again.

'I thought you loved me'

I loved her so much.

I haven't found my Alice.

Alice pov

'Thank you, miss Jones. I assure you she's in good hands. Alice have been missing for months now. I don't know how to thank you. I worried sick about her' I heard distant voices. My neck and the back of my head hurt like hell. 'You're welcome. She shouldn't be dangerous anymore, I'm sure you can untie her in less than one hour. His power only works for about twelve' I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling 'Yeah... I'm sure so' couple of footsteps faded away and my head dangled heavily to the side. The walls had a dark blue colour, same as the ceiling. It was very cold, I couldn't feel my feet and fingertips. 'Where am I' I whispered and tried to blink couple of times. I knew if I moved too aggressively I could black out and I didn't want that. I could smell strong chemicals in the air 'Alisa' I gasped and almost threw up at the very familiar thick russian accent 'No' I lifted my head with all the strengh I had. I faced a grey haired tall man, so similar to his twin Kilgrave had murdered at the porch of his house 'Kamarazov' my eyes watered and I wiggled my wrists trying to break free. I wasn't tied. I was chained to the chair. Cold chuckle filled the room, ringing between the walls 'Alisa you didn't miss me?' I forgot how he was saying my name in his own language. My eyes filled with terror as I spotted medical instruments laid out on a metal table on my side 'Let me go' I gasped out 'Let me go, let me go!!!' I shouted into the echoing walls and only their wail replied as tears ran down my face 'Shush sweetie, none will hear you here' his voice was slimy, I watched him approach his face close to mine and I couldn't pull away 'It's play time' he whispered, his breath stunk of something bitter and spoiled. His eyes were as cold as the coldest night, so bright grey they nearly faded into the whites. I spit in his face and he grabbed my cheeks with his large hand, squeezing so hard I was worried my teeth would pop out. My right side hurt more, reminding me of the painfull events from previous night. Kilgrave.

He wiped his face with his sleeve and grabbed the longest thick needle before pulling away so hard something clicked in my neck. 'You won't be so faisty after that' he whispered and poured sanitising liquid over the metal piece. He grabbed a thick brown leather belt and placed it carefully between my teeth. I had to clench as I was very aware what was it for.

'Good girl. Last time I had to replace your front teeth'

I couldn't stand the smirk on his face. I didn't know what hurt more. This or knowing that Kilgrave had betrayed me. My soul felt like it was lit on fire. Anger and sadness boiling inside me.

None ever care about me and I was okay with it until I met him. He gave me false hope.

He approached the needle to my eye, holding my head still and I clasped my teeth on the belt, screaming internally in pain. It went through the inner corner of my eye. Blood ran down my face and doctor Kamarazov began his operation...

All my thoughts and feelings vanished.

Kilgrave pov

I looked for her from early morning after just a few hours of sleep. I couldn't deal with losing her like that. I needed to apologise, at least try to get her back, order her to if I have to!

My frustration was growing every hour and minute of searches, I had half of New York looking for my Alice by now and yet none called me back. I drove around the area of the hospital where I visited her long time ago and then I remembered. I wasn't the only one looking for her. What if she got in trouble and the bastard found her first? The idea was so obvious I palmed my face and sped to the institusion building she mentioned to me before. It was bloody late, why did I not think about it before. I left my car in the middle of the street as I ran through the gate with lion's face on it.

There was a guard nearly falling asleep in front of the gate. I easily convinced him to show me around. It would take me ages to find her here, the venue looked huge 'Is there anyone inside, tell me now!' I growled at him and he nodded 'Where?' he took me to the third floor and my head started to spin. The place was eerily similar to the facilities I was held in as a child. I gulped as he opened a big heavy metal door and let me in. There was a small room with cameras and files lying all around. I looked at some of the footage playing on black and white sceens 'Alice' I whispered. 'Leave me alone' I growled at the guard sending him away so I could focus on what I was seeing.

She was playing piano. There was no sound but the longer I stared at the recording the more wrong details I could notice. Everyone around her, including herself looked like not from this age. They were wearing clothes and hairstyles that could be in fashion maybe in the 50s? Hell there was a date in the corner 04.04.1956April the fourth 1956? I looked at the screen next to it, the image was even more blurry and vintage looking. Here Alice was drinking champagne from a sleek glass. Her hair were up, she was wearing a long white dress and her waist looked unnaturaly slim, corset? My jaw dropped at the date in the corner 07.23.1910 Oh god. I barely managed to move my gaze down. There were piles of papers sorted by years. I looked through them and digged to the oldest one. It looked so old I was worried it would crumble in my fingers but someone had laminated it to keep it together. 'Birth certificate' I whispered, feeling myself trembling inside. The file I have been looking for ever since she safed my life

'Alice Kingsley Ruth from the house of baron of Whiltshire... Born 10th of June yourn year of 1807'

I covered my mouth with my hand and collapsed on the chair in front of the messy desk

'She doesn't age' I whispered, slowly realising the truth.