"He didn't have to tell me to do a goddamn thing and he had all the control." Jessica mumbled, pausing the video. Trish sighed. "Gotta admire his commitment."

Jessica shook her head, replaying the video. "Look at that. Even I feel sorry for him. I just helped his case. I'm such an idiot." said, watching herself smack him hard onto the watery floor. "And all for nothing…he knows."

"What if you and I walked out of here right now?" Trish said, glancing at Jessica. "Locked the door and never came back? Just left him. Hope could take the deal. I have enough money to get us far away."

"Trish..."

"I mean it." Trish said. "As long as he has your attention, as long as you care, he's in control."

Jessica stared at the video the dimmed screams from the recording. "I won't let Hope lose twenty years of her life. And I can't leave Amy in danger, either."

"Why are they your responsibility?" Trish asked. Jessica shook her head, turning Trish. "That's not you. That's your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend. But can you blame him?" Trish said. "Kilgrave murdered Simpson's buddies. He almost died."

"Wait, what?"

"There was a bomb. An explosion. Simpson's in the hospital." Trish said. Jessica whipped out her phone, scrolling though her messages:

A: Jess.
A: I know you said not to text this number
A: But u not answering your phone
A: Something happened to Mal
A: There was this explosion and
A: She's in the hospital.

"Shit," Jessica mumbled, getting up. "I should go talk to her." she said, glancing at the cage. "He'll be alright, he's too stubborn to die."

"They'll be an investigation. Maybe a link to prove Kilgrave's guilt." Trish said hopefully. Jessica shook her head. "He doesn't leave fingerprints, ever. He spent his whole life avoiding cameras, except that one."

"And I thought my mother was bad. Who does that to their own child?" Trish said softly.

Jessica shook her head. "You should have seen what Amy's mother did to her. Even if it was her 'own good'," she said, in air quotes. "No one gets under a person's skin like their parents…" she said, pausing. "That could push him to the breaking point."

"If they're still alive."

"He thinks so. He looked for them for a long time."

Trish smirked. "Should've hired a P.I."

"Okay." Amy said, throwing her bag on the floor. "I've wandering around this place for two hours. I finished two series, my phone is dead and—Oh," she said, glancing at the cage. Its only occupant now pacing, instead of drooling on the floor. "He's awake."

Like a animal on the hunt, Kilgrave stopped pacing, now looking between her and Jessica. A ketchup HELP ME, plastered on the glass. Amy turning her attention to the latter, not wanting to meet his eyes. Jessica wordlessly took her arm dragging her outside.

"Ow, grip." Amy said. Jessica letting go of her arm, folding them across her chest. "You can't be here, Amy. You need to go-"

"I've got no where to go. Remember?" Amy interjected. Jessica sighed. "I know."

Amy bit her lower lip. "Does he know, about me?"

Jessica nodded. "Yeah."

Amy swallowed nervously. "That's not good, isn't it?"

"No, it's-" Jessica paused, her phone ringing. Amy gestured to the call, nodding her head encouragingly.

Jessica pulled it to her ear. "Hi, yes. I'm looking for a Professor Davies. He was the head of Manchester's neuroscience department in 1985-I'm checking a reference. I need the names of the professors that ran studies back then.-The study I'm looking for had to do with kids. Experiments on them.-I just need the names of the professors.-With who? Please."

"Albert and Louise Thompson." Jessica said, tucking her phone into her pocket.

"Experimenting on kids seems to run in the family then," Amy said. Before closing her mouth. She'd forgotten her bracelet died. She needed to watch her words carefully, or better yet, not open her mouth at all.

"You're really worried, aren't you?" Jess said. Amy nodded. "I don't want to hurt anyone. Especially you."

Jessica reached out, gently stroking her hair. "You won't. I need you to stay here. Stay with Trish. Just….Don't look at him."

Don't look at him. Rather hard, when he seemed to be staring daggers at her. Even his gaze felt disturbing and vile. Like something slimy had wound it's way onto her body. She couldn't imagine what Jess must have been going though.

"You okay? Hungry? Tired?" Trish asked. Amy leaned her head against the chair, quiet content on the floor. "I'm okay."

Trish nodded, rubbing her hands together in some attempt to keep warm. It was quite cold. "How's Mal?"

"Stable." Amy said, rubbing her eyes. "Still unconscious though. Her parents are with her now."

"You sure you don't want to go back with them?" Trish asked, turning her head away from the cage, so he wouldn't read their words. Amy shook her head. "Their safer without me." she mumbled, getting up, unable to sit there a second longer. "I'll be in the hall." she said, taking her phone.

It was really cold out there too. Amy pulling her jacket tightly around her. The sound of new footsteps echoing down the long hallway.

"Ames!" Jessica called, two heavy slower footsteps behind her. The Thompsons. The doctors, and in the way fate had it, her grandparents. "I need you to stay out here, no matter what, whatever happens don't go inside. You understand?" Jessica said instantly.

"Don't worry," Amy said. "I charged my phone and downloaded a Netflix series, I'm sure it'll last me until-"

"Is this her?" said the elderly woman. A long burn scar marred the side of her face, but her eyes were softer than Amy had been expecting. Jessica nodded curtly, her face set.

"Oh…." the woman breathed out, reaching out a hand, gently touching Amy's face. Amy slowly stepped back. "Hello, Mr and Mrs Thompson, thank you for agreeing to help Jessica, I understand it must have been a difficult decision." she said, mentally re-rehearsing what Trish said to tell them.

Mrs Thompson gave a watery smile covering her mouth, she made to open it again, but closed it, still giving her a strange look; both content and pained.

"You're Kevin's child?" The elderly man said, fixating her with a strange, but rather nasty (in Amy's opinion) look. He scoffed, when she said nothing. "Don't take much after your mother, do you?"

"Albert." Mrs Thompson said sternly, touching Amy's arm again. "Don't worry, you're with family now." she said, rubbing her arm. The touch was meant to be comforting. It made Amy want to scream and run away as far and as fast as humanly possible.

Mrs Thompson turned to Jessica. "I think we're ready now." she said, pulling Mr Thompson aside. Amy not missing the looks they exchanged between themselves and then back at her.

"Please don't let me join that family." Amy whispered. Jessica snorted. "Over my dead body, kid."

"Thank you."

It hadn't been long since she heard noises from within the room. The lawyer from before, Hogarth, Trish, a cop and the Thompsons were all gathered together in the room. Amy did her best to focus on the words of Dean and Sam from Supernatural. If only killing evil creatures were as easy as they made it seem.

Until she heard the gunshots.

BANG
BANG
BANG

"Cut your heart out, dad!"

Don't panic.

Don't panic.

Don't panic.

Leave. Where? Where?

"Come with me. Now."

The words were so forceful. She found her feet following him outside, before he brain suddenly screeched to a halt. Why? Why she she follow him?

"Follow me now, Amelia."

"No. No."she said, trying to yank her hand out of his death grip, but it was too late. He'd forced her into the backseat of the car with Hogarth.

"Go to sleep now, Amelia."

Instantly shut her eyes, drifting into darkness. The little voice in the back of her mind, vanishing as she slept.

"That's nothing compared to Jessica. She's crueler than my parents." Kilgrave said, as Wendy stitched his cuts. "She even turned my own child against me. What does she want from me?" he asked. Hogarth silently pacing back and forth.

Kilgrave looked at her. "That wasn't a rhetorical question. Tell me." he said firmly. Hogarth stopped, reporting to him like a soldier would. "She wants you to pay for what you did to her."

"I treated her better than anyone ever has."

"She wants you to pay for what you did to Hope Shlottman."

Kilgrave scoffed. "Yeah, tell me something I don't know."

"Hope Shlottman was pregnant with your child." Hogarth blurted out. "Jessica and I helped her to abort it."

Kilgrave paused, mildly surprised. "Honesty. Refreshing isn't it? Yeah? Anything else?"

Hogarth took a deep breath, looking sick. "I kept the remains to see if your power could be replicated. It didn't work."

Wendy paused in her stitching, staring at her in disbelief. "You're disgusting."

"She's pragmatic," Kilgrave replied. "Where's my child now? The other one?" he added, when Hogarth gestured to Amelia who was still sleeping on the couch.

"Cold storage, Hammond Labs." she answered. Kilgrave nodded."Does Jessica have plans for it?"

"She doesn't know it exists."

"You're done." Wendy said, pulling off her sanitary gloves. "She's fine too," she added, inclining her head towards Amy. "No harm of any kind from what I can see. Though she does have some abrasions on her hand. Common from inhibitor bracelets."

Kilgrave scoffed. "Doesn't surprise me, hindering our success is what Jessica and her mother did best."

Hogarth's phone rang out loudly. "It's Jessica," she announced, holding it out to him. Kilgrave got up, buttoning up his shirt. "All right. Answer. Admit to nothing. Do not tell her I'm here, or that she's here either. Oh and find out where my father is."

Hogarth nodded, putting the phone to her ear. Kilgrave listening closely.

"Jessica…well you said to sun, so I ran." Hogarth said. "At home, just hanging low. What happened to the detective? And Kilgrave's father? No. No. I saw Kilgrave run, and he wasn't with his father…So you don't know where he is? Where Albert is?

"Is that Pam?" Wendy said, coming back into the room, with faked enthusiasm. "Tell her I said hi!"

Kilgrave shushed Wendy. The woman instantly falling silent, turning her attention to Amy on the couch. Hogarth sighed. "Just trying to be civil. Gotta go. Bye."

"That's bollocks." Kilgrave said instantly. "She didn't say he was dead, which means she saved him, and she knows exactly where he is."

The doorbell rang. Kilgrave cursed. "It's her. Shit. Amelia, up now." Kilgrave said, shaking her awake. Amy dazedly opened her eyes. "What-?"

"We're going, be quiet." he said forcefully, handing Wendy a knife. "You want death by a thousand cuts. Do it!"

"No…don't!" Amy cried when the women slashed Hogarth with the kitchen knife. Kilgrave dragging her outside.

"Let go." Amy said, trying to wench her hand out of his grip. To her surprise it loosened, slightly enough for her to almost slip her hand out, before he grabbed her again.

"Enough, stop fighting me Amelia." he said, dragging them into a cab, instructing the driver to take them to apartment building.

"I want to fight you." Amy said, finally pulling her hand away. "You're a monster."

"I think that's a bit dramatic."

"Is it?" Amy snapped. "You basically told them to kill each other back there? What's next huh? Crash the car?"

The car instantly swerved, Amy smacking against the window, the car almost driving headlong onto a nearby building.

"Don't crash this car!" Kilgrave shouted. The driver slowing down. "Just go to the address and drive safely."

Amy let out a breath, leaning back in her seat. She didn't mean to do that. She wasn't even talking to him. It was just-"

"It's not as easy as looks. Now, isn't it?" he said, closing the small sliding window, separating them from the cab driver.

"I didn't mean it, I was just-It was a accident." Amy mumbled.

"I know."

For a second, he sounded genuine.

"Believe it or not, I can help you. Imagine my surprise to know, that's there's someone out there, just like me. Me." he said, this eyes lighting up manically. Kilgrave was a textbook narcissist. "My own child. Think of all the things you could learn? That I could teach you?"

"My mother always used to say should do my best to not be like you."

"Oh, what did she know?" he spat. "Your mother and Jessica, locking you up. Tagging you like an animal."

Amy bit her lower lip. She wanted to fight him on that, but she couldn't deny the truth to his words. She'd always drawn the short end of the stick. Experimented on by her mother, hidden away like something evil by Jessica. They had the best intentions for her, they loved her, they wanted the best for her…but…she'd lost out on many things.

Friends, interactions, people, school, playdates…living…

"You have a gift." Kilgrave said. "Gifts are meant to be appreciated. Not hidden."

"I doesn't feel much like a gift." Amy said softly.

Kilgrave stroked her hair. Jessica used to do it. Her mother too. It felt…different. Not loving. Cold. Disgusting. Trapped.

The next few hours were just as tense for her. She couldn't escape. Not exactly. Even though my possessed the same power, Amy knew the imbalance was massive. Kilgrave had been controlling people his whole life, that it came at second nature.

She on the other hand did her best to squash it. Her power wasn't stable, she didn't even know the extent of it, her constant fear of it, currently seeming to be her downfall.

They arrived at a penthouse suite. A nice building, the kind Amy would never had stepped foot in unless she'd gotten some fantastic job or married rich. The one of occupants were tucked away in a cupboard in silence. The other had go and fetched them clothes, waiting on them like servants.

She couldn't believe he lived like this.

She couldn't believe how she didn't feel pain or emotion for the people they'd displaced who did his bidding with tears down their faces.

Her so called father had turned out to be even worse than her nightmares.

"I'm going out. Stay inside till I come back." Kilgrave called, pulling on his purple suit jacket. "Watch her, make sure she doesn't get into any trouble." he said to his servants. They nodded, Kilgrave closing the door behind him.

Amy instantly moved from the couch. "Hi," she greeted them. "What are your names?"

"Jean and Thomas." Jean said. Amy nodded. "Okay, Jean." Amy said, praying her plan would work. "Take Thomas out of the cupboard."

Jean nodded, opening the door. Thomas getting out. Amy smiled. It worked. "Okay, then. Jean, Thomas. Pack a bag, take what you need and go somewhere safe. Quickly. Don't come back here. Alright?"

Jean and Thomas nodded, running up the stairs. The sound of cupboard opening and slamming. Amy sighed, sitting back down on the couch. She may not be allowed to leave. But at the very least, they'd be safe.

"Dad for Hope." Kilgrave said. "You get the better part of that deal by the way."

"What a bargain." Jessica scoffed. Kilgrave smirked. ""I stay as far away from you as I can get and you go back to your life of…mediocrity and underachievement."

Jessica glanced at the release papers. "And what about Amy?"

"Little Amelia?" Kilgrave said, folding his arms. "Children should be with their parents, don't you think?"

"Not if it's you."

"Why not? She quite likes it. She can speak whenever she wants. Get whatever she wants. It's very child's dream."

Jessica pursed her lips, glancing down at the release papers again, pacing. She knew he was lying. "I don't know if I can track Albert down…"

Kilgrave hummed. "What you need is a PI…know any?"

"AMELIA!"

Amy huddled in the corner of the bedroom, hearing him slam the door shut, seeming to make the whole house rattle. "Amelia! Come here, now!"

Her body started to move, but she tried to force it back into her corner. To late. Kilgrave had opened the door, slamming it shut. "Where are they?"

"I don't know."

He paced up and down, making her squirm under his gaze. "You let them go?"

She nodded. He took a deep breath. "Alright. It's alright," he said, rubbing her shoulder gently. "It doesn't matter. Come down for supper."

She got up, walking down the stairs, the man from before, Mr Thompson and two other people waiting at the bottom. "Albert, this is Amelia, my daughter." he said like he was showing of a trophy. "Say hello."

"Hello, Amelia." Albert said stiffly, fixating her with a look, she could only describe as hatred.

"Amelia, this my father, Albert." Kilgrave said, fixating his father with the very same look. "He'll be staying with us, until he finds a way to enhance my power."

"Enhance it?" Amy asked. He could get stronger?

Kilgrave mmmed. "What would you like to eat?"

Honestly she didn't feel hungry, the whole week had felt like something out of a horror movie. "What would you like?" she asked.

He shrugged. "You decide."

The words seemed to surprise Albert, by the look on his face, but he seemed to have enough sense to not say anything. Amy hovered awkwardly. "I like noodles…" she mumbled. Not so long ago, she'd had dinner with Mal. Now, she never see her again.

"Well I know a good Thai place, on Avenue. You've tried Thai?" Kilgrave asked, turning on the TV. She shook her head. Kilgrave nodded. "Thai, it is. You," he said, pointing to one of the people under his control that he'd brought up. "Go down and get us some Thai, I'll send you the address and the order."

The man left instantly. "You, go make us some tea, and freshly squeezed lemonade, you like lemonade, don't you Amelia?" Kilgrave asked.

"I like lemonade." Amy said. Watching the other man move into the kitchen. "Albert," Kilgrave sang. "You get to work. Don't bother us. Come here Amelia." he said, patting the seat next to him on the couch.

Amy sat down. He handed her the remote. "Lets find a movie. We can watch one together. Something good, like…Harry Potter. I like the fourth one."

Amy took the remote, flicking though the channels. He was strange to be around. One second he was furious, then happy. Despite his controlling tendencies, he genuinely seemed interested in her. They watched a movie.

He chatted throughout supper, asking about likes and dislikes and allergies and people and friends. She watched her words carefully, but not in the way she used too. She had to admit, it was nice not having to watch every single word.

It didn't mean he was good person.

He exploded on the people he controlled, if they so much as spilled something. He glared and quietly cursed at Albert when her back was turned.

Was this her mother life? Jessica's?

The next few days, a pattern had been established. They'd moved to a new place, another penthouse. They woke up and ate breakfast, lunch and supper together. They sometimes even watched a movie in-between. She was allowed to do anything she wanted. As long she she didn't leave the house. Whilst he and Albert tried to enhance his power.

It was working. He was getting stronger. His commands lasted longer and over a distance, seeming to increase in its potency. But…she was getting stronger too. Practicing when he wasn't looking, or wasn't there. She wasn't strong enough to completely overcome his influence, but she was slowly chipping away at it.

Slowly.

"What's that sound?" Amy asked, when she came downstairs, watching the two original occupants of the penthouse still standing in the corner. They'd been there since last night. "Blender."one of the whispered.

She ran to the kitchen. Kilgrave and Albert were having a go at each other again, this time, Albert's fingers just millimeters away from being sliced to pieces by the blender blades.

"Are you kidding me, stop it!" Amy cried.

"Amelia, don't interrupt. It's rude." Kilgrave said patiently, still looking at his father. "Are you focused? Still need a little nap?"

Albert shook his head. Kilgrave nodded, un-plugging the blender. "Amelia," he said, making her follow him. "I don't want you interrupting when I busy."

"I don't want you taking people's fingers off." Amy snapped.

Kilgrave gave her a look. Amy pursing her lips. She went to far, to soon. He stepped closer. Amy instinctively stepping back. "I won't accept insolence, Amelia."

"I understand. I'm sorry," Amy said. Appease him for now. Hold it in for now.

It was a close call. The second didn't take long to happen.

"What about using her?"

"I beg your pardon?" Amy said, walking in to their experiment. Albert turned to Amy unsurely, before back to his son. "Amelia's blood may enhance it, but the stem cells required would have only in such potency when she was a baby."

"What?" Amy asked. Kilgrave glanced up."40% chance this works and I get stronger, 60% chance it kills me. Which one would you want? Be honest."

Amy swallowed. "I-I don't want it to work. I don't see the point." she said slowly. Kilgrave nodded. "But you don't want me dead."

He seemed surprised by that. She was too.

"I don't want anyone dead." Amy said after a few seconds of silence. "I just want you to stop hurting people."

Kilgrave nodded, taking a deep breath. "I appreciate the honesty." he said, turning to his father. "Give me everything you got." he said, stomping out to the balcony. "Maybe I'll get strong enough to control her again."

"I doubt it." Amy said. "Jess is immune to you."

"Dear God, I would do anything to see the look on her face, when she realizes she's helpless." Kilgrave said, not hearing Amy behind him. "I'd make her want me, then I'd reject her. Devastate her over and over and over until she wants to die."

"That's terrible." Amy breathed out. "Do you really want that? For someone who preaches about wanted to be loved, you doing a good job of making yourself unlovable."

"She'd wither away like someone dying of thirst or starvation…be a certain ring of hell, designed specifically for her…or maybe I'll just kill her…"

"Do you actually hear yourself when you talk?" Amy said softly. "You shouldn't do this."

Kilgrave paused. "I shouldn't?"

She could feel Albert and the men in the living room's eyes on her. Amy nodded, trying her best to maintain her tone. "No. I think you should stop now."

Kilgrave chuckled, cupping her face. He tighten his grip around the side of her neck. "Do you really think you can tell me what to do?"

"You don't want me to respond to that." Amy said. Kilgrave let go of her neck. "Shall we Albert?" Kilgrave called, Let the experiment begin."

Albert pulled out the needle, filled with purple liquid. "This may sting."

"It doesn't sting, Dad." Kilgrave said. "It burns like a poxy branding iron."

"If your lucky." Amy said, the feeling of her mother sliding needles though her own neck flashing though her mind. Albert injected the purple liquid. The reaction was instant.

He threw his head back, his eyes the size of saucers. Screaming like one were killing him. Amy covered her ears, the last thing she saw was Kilgrave's veins turning purple.

She woke up on a boat. Chained to the desk drawer. "Kilgrave?" Amy said softly. "Is anyone here? Let me out! Let me out!" she shouted.

A woman dressed in a uniform coming in, suddenly starting to hunt in her pockets for keys.

"Don't let her out." came a voice. Amy sighed. "Kilgrave."

"Why don't you ever call me Dad?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe. Amy scoffed."Is this, what Dad's do? Chain up their children?"

"In my defence, that's what our parents always did to us. Isn't it?"

Amy sighed. "Please stop. Please just stop. I'll do anything, please just stop this."

Kilgrave walked inside, sitting on the small bed. "I finally know what to do. How to make us happy. Just think of it, you, me, Jessica…one big happy family. You'd love it. You'll love me, and you already love Jessica. It's perfect. Don't you think?"

"You're insane." Amy whispered. Kilgrave sighed, stroking her hair. "Don't worry, you'll feel differently soon. You'll love me. I know it."

"Come back! Let me out!" Amy screamed, the sounds of people fighting and yelling echoing out side. "LET ME OUT!" Amy shouted from the boat. "PLEASE STOP IT! Please…"

Silence echoed out. Minutes, maybe five…more? What was going on? What was happening?

"Amy!?" Jessica shouted. "Amy?

"Jess! Jess!" Amy cried. Jessica smashing the door to pieces. "Amy." Jessica ran towards her, breaking the chain, pulling her into her arms. "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. It's okay, you're okay."

"I'm so sorry, Jess, I'm so sorry," Amy blubbered, trying to control herself. The more she tried to wipe her tears, the more they came.

"It's over…he's gone…you're safe. You're safe. He's gone."

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