Chapter 17: Chapter 17 – I really dislike mind control

3rd POV (Hell’s Kitchen) 

As nighttime descended on Hell’s Kitchen its residents vigilantly began vacating the streets. Entering their homes and locking their doors before grabbing their guns and turning off the lights. They waited and prayed for a peaceful night. But not all of Hell’s kitchens lights turned off. As night came the lowlifes of society quietly filtered out onto the streets having gotten enough sleep, they stepped out once again into the darkness that they believed belonged to them.  

But if someone paid close attention, they’d notice that the scum of Hell’s kitchen weren’t acting as usual, sweat dripped from their foreheads as they avoided the shadows around them. Startled even by the slightest of noise the normally loud and obnoxious thugs tiptoed and whispered their way through the alleys in tight groups of no more than three. The rest of New York might have yet to fully feel the impact of the Reapers’ existence, but Hell’s kitchen’s residents have truly felt his impact. The thugs could no longer laugh boisterously as they committed their crimes at night reveling in its protection. The night is ‘His’ area now and the gangs of Hell’s kitchen have long since understood where exactly they stand on the scale of power. 

The “Mora” as the Russians had named him. At first no one believed in the story of the few survivors. Most thought it was an elaborate story to hide their embarrassment about what really happened. Gossip about it being caused by a silent war the brothers had been waging for control that turned into an all-out war, but that changed after 3 other gangs were destroyed. While not as powerful as the Russians such destruction done in the span of a night couldn’t be ignored. With the five survivors all telling the same story about how he appeared and disappeared in a cloud of smoke, some of the Russians believed it was The Mora come to punish them for their child trafficking. (AN: The Mora is a creature from Slavic Lore. I’m not sure if it originated from Russia but it was the best myth I found. Let me know if you have any better names here==>) 

However, Hell’s Kitchen, true to its reputation, didn’t suddenly become criminal free just due to Reaper's presence. The gangs changed their approach true but if anything, now without all the extra trouble brought about by their own arrogance their businesses are flourishing. The powerhouses of Hell’s kitchen had even celebrated Reapers actions. Eliminating their rivals and improving their business how could they not be thankful. None of them truly feared the Reaper. The Russians had been mad dogs that no one had bothered to leash since Kingpin seemed to think they were competent, and no one wanted to get on Kingpin’s bad side. With Kingpin outraged the gang leaders and casino owners didn’t bother hiding themselves like there underlying's after all there's a reason Hell’s Kitchen even with all its criminals is still Kingpins territory. They held no fear for someone they regarded as a dead man. 

In one particular hotel of Hell’s Kitchen a party is being held with nearly a hundred occupants but if one looked closer they would notice a discrepancy in the people there. Except for 6 men standing in the middle of the party everyone else in attendance had a blank look in their eyes as if they had lost their souls, their bodies lifelessly almost mechanically danced to the music. The only sign of their humanity being the deep-seated terror present in their eyes. In the center of the room in between the six men sitting on a throne made of naked women a man sat with a naked woman standing to his right as he assaulted another woman on his lap with a carefree smile on his face.  

Kilgrave was one of the most feared people in Hell’s Kitchen, with the ability to control people through the pheromones he secreted from his skin; he was one of few people who could claim to have spoken to Kingpin. Not face to face of course much to his displeasure, though what most didn’t know was that Kingpin had only spoken to Kilgrave to assert that he would kill him if any of his men showed any signs of manipulation. Having left the meeting room where he answered the call with dozens of lasers on his chest Kilgrave swore to one day take revenge but till then he was just another lap dog for Kingpin.  

Tensing on his ‘throne’ as he came in the women without a care Kilgrave released a breath of satisfaction before tossing the women on his lap to the side like a piece of garbage. Trailing his eyes across the lounge with a predatory gaze Kilgrave was about to grab other women when the front door of the hotel was opened, and a man walked in. Standing at 6’1 with light Carmel skin and a rugged face strapped in a military vest connected to a utility belt under which was a skintight body suit. Watching as he entered the building Kilgrave frowned at the unexpected interruption. (AN: Reapers Blackwatch skin) 

“Who are you?” Questioned Kilgrave as he signaled behind him, and the music stopped playing. Now in the quiet hotel lobby with only the rough panting sounds of the still dancing guests Makenzie stood opposite Kilgrave pretending to look around the floor as he really paid attention to how Kilgrave’s pheromones were interacting with his body.  

Frowning even more at not receiving an immediate answer Kilgrave spoke up once more in a much more forceful tone. “Hey, you son of a bitch I asked you a question. Who are you?” Directing his pheromones towards Makenzie, Kilgrave expected a reply but instead Makenzie looked at him and his face suddenly split into a mad smile as he started to cackle. As if responding to his cackling smoke spilled out of Makenzie's body and wrapped around him in a cocoon. Laughing even louder to ensure he was being heard over the swirling smoke, Makenzie started to walk towards the pale faced Kilgrave as his shotguns and cloak materialized on his body just as his mask lowered covering his face and revealing his identity.  

Not bothering to waste his words on this kind of scum Makenzie sprinted forward to quickly dispose of Kilgrave however just as he was about to grab him an air splitting sound grabbed his attention and forced him to move as a flying naked women slammed into the ground in front of him. Looking at Jessica Jones naked appearance Makenzie was able to clearly see all the scars and humiliating writing across her skin. Rage bubbled under Makenzie's chest as he moved backwards to give himself some distance from Jessica. He had plans for her that required her to remain uninjured. 

Seeing Makenzie retreat Kilgrave regained his confidence “You didn’t think you were the only special one in this city did you. Haha did you think taking out the Russians made you some kind of big shot. You're just another nobody. Jessica get this trash out of my sight.” 

Forced to obey Kilgraves orders Jessica dashed forward and raised her arm to strike Makenzie. Not bothering to dodge Makenzie began to calmly walk past Jessica as he pulled out an injection gun from his cloak.  

Arriving in front of Makenzie Jessica lashed out with her full strength creating a shockwave that blasted into Makenzie. Completely ignoring the attack Makenzie's body split up and reformed behind Jessica as he continued to walk towards Kilgrave. Turning around Jessica spun her leg and went for a high kick creating wind pressure that sent the nearby dancers flying through the air.  

Splitting his body once again Makenzie continued forward towards Kilgrave unperturbed by Jessicas efforts to stop him. Watching as Makenzie ignored all of Jessicas attacks Kilgrave started to panic and desperately started to use his powers “Stop. Wait. Don’t move. I SAID DON’T MOVE.” Putting so much force in his last command that it affected everyone present but Makenzie, Makenzie took this opportunity to lunge at inhuman speeds to Kilgrave and stab him in the neck before quickly releasing the ‘cure’ and pulling away from Kilgrave.  

“WHat Did You JUsT do To ME?” Speaking in a slurred voice Kilgrave collapsed onto the ground as his body started to shake rapidly and blood began to pour from his orifices as he opened his mouth in a silent scream of pain. The surrounding crowd watched, unable to move or turn away from the scene as Kilgrave’s body slowly stopped convulsing and went perfectly still. 

 As the reality of Kilgraves death slowly begin to settle into these people, tears begin to fall from majority of their faces as they relished in the freedom granted by his death. No longer would they be puppets forced to play whatever role the man in front of them desired. After, the relief came confusion. Where were they supposed to go from here? 

Unconsciously the people who arrived at this thought focused on the man who had saved them. The reaction towards Makenzie was mixed. Those who had been in Kilgraves custody for weeks had no idea who their mysterious savior was. The others who were unlucky enough to have only recently been caught for this party recognized him from the police recording, and fear slowly crept into their eyes. Standing in front of them is the most famous terrorist in the world. The only person who showed no visible reaction to Kilgrave’s death was Jessica. She was desperately denying the reality in front of her. Fearing this was an illusion Kilgrave forced upon her to give her hope just for him to drag her back into despair. 

Turning to look at the rest of Kilgraves entourage Makenzie debated for a second on whether to kill the disgusting pieces of shit or to let them live so that word spread, and Kingpin was forced to take action. After careful thought Makenzie raised his shotgun and emptied a shell into each of them. The people here were more than enough to accomplish his objective, no reason to let these pieces of shit live. Turning around to face the crowd Makenzie spread his chemicals loosely throughout the air, making his figure blur and become immaterial as he began to slowly infect the people present. 

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He couldn’t control them like Kilgrave could, but he could use his chemicals to evoke certain emotions in people. Right now, he’s upping their bodies fear levels to just under lethal while forcing Kilgraves pheromones out of their bodies. Waiting a few seconds for it to set in he took a breath before shouting 

“Get out of my sight you waste.” and watched as the crowd stumbled over each other to run out of the building to scared to even care about their naked state. With all the extras out of the way Makenzie turns to face Jessica Jones and pulls up a chair while he waits for her chemicals to ware off naturally. Also giving her time to come to terms with the reality of Kilgrave’s death. 

1st POV (Jessica) 

It's an illusion. It’s not the first time he’s done this to me. It was one of his favorite pass times back when he first caught me. Putting me into a coma while letting me live a dream life in my head before he eventually brought me back and reveled in the despair, he caused me. But it's been a long time since I’ve simply given up and after seeing that I didn’t react anymore he didn’t ‘play’ with me as much as he did with the others who still bothered to try and fight his control. 

Maybe he thought he could catch me off guard by suddenly putting me in one but I wasn’t going to fall for that. It hurts to know that I’ll just be another one of his disposable toys for the rest of my life, but it hurts far more to keep hoping for a hero to save me one day and always ending up disappointed when they didn’t come. They don’t even know I exist, I’m just an unfortunate loss.  

Ending that depressing line of thought I focused on the figure sitting down in front of me. My ‘rescuer’ this time around I supposed. I’ve seen it on the news, it was hard not to when every news outlet on the planet wanted a hit piece and what better to write about then a global terrorist who's killed hundreds within 2 weeks of being active. Kilgrave was always talking bad about it saying things like “It can’t see Mount Tai” and “This Young Master can’t be bothered to dirty his clothes over such scum.” 

I find it hard to believe the arrogant sociopathic asshole had it in him to make this guy my hero but maybe he just didn’t want to put in the effort probably to focused on raping another innocent woman, so he left it up to my subconsciousness. Still, I must have gone crazy for my hero to be this guy. Although I admit when I first heard the news, I got a little giddy that it might be able to kill Kilgrave but the reality quickly washed that away. The Reaper wouldn’t be the first enhanced Kilgrave dealt with, and it won’t be the last. No one can resist his control. 

Feeling my body begin to spasm as Kilgraves pheromones were ejected from my body now that his presence wasn’t constantly reinforcing all his commands. I tried to open my mouth to speak and just get this whole thing over with when the thing in front of me beat me to it. 

“I understand that you can’t accept Kilgraves death. However, it doesn’t matter either way. If you believe this is an illusion that’s fine. But understand that from now on you do what I tell you to do.” Hah this prick who does he think he is I might not be able to hurt him but if he thinks in my own illusion, I’ll do whatever he wants he’s sorely mistaken. 

Just as I was about to tell this clown to fuck off finally finding my voice he took out to pictures and put them in front of me. One was of Trish and the other my deceased mother. 

“Your mother is still alive.” As if reading my thoughts, he responded to my doubts. 

“She survived the accident and awakened powers just like you did. But her mind was damaged in the crash and she's prone to murder streaks when she gets agitated. If you refuse to comply with my orders I will kill your mother, Trish Walker, and everyone else you’ve ever met.” 

Listening to him talk I didn’t know what to do. Just the video from the police station and trying to kill him now have shown the impossible gap between them. If he could get through her once he could do it again. DAMN IT DO I REALLY HAVE NO FUCKING CHOICE. Bitting my lower lip, I ignored the fact that I had control of my body now. It didn’t change the situation.  

“It's good to see you understand.” The reaper taking my silence for understanding nodded his head before moving in front of me and injecting me with a syringe. I didn’t bother putting up resistance, it would be meaningless against his invulnerability or whatever it was he could do. 

“I’ll see you in the morning Jessica Jones.” Feeling darkness starting to creep up along the edge of my vision I became to feel weak as my body slowly gave out. My last thought was wishing that wherever he dropped me off at had a lot of alcohol.  

Authors Note:

This will be the last upload till February I have Exams to study for and applications to finish.

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