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02/11/2024 05:15 PM 

A Trail of Broken Hearts

You know your lungs are burning. I can feel the panic in your soul. All you want is for this to end.
Valentine’s Day
A trail of Broken Hearts

February had rolled around yet again, and with it…Valentine’s Day. God, how I hated that holiday. When it came down to it, I hated it very nearly as much as I hated people. Valentine’s Day meant that couples would be fawning over each other, and to put it bluntly, it disgusted me to no end. And today I found myself in the midst of it…in the main lobby of the Plaza hotel. Women carrying bouquets of roses, carnations, or flowers of any kind.

But I decided I was going to test this a bit.

I glanced over to a couple at least fifty yards away and focused on the man. “Remove your arm from her, and tell her you don’t love her anymore.”

The man complied without question, leaving the woman in tears. Not five minutes later, the woman had stormed out through the main doors. I then focused my attention on a couple sitting at the bar. I told the woman to throw a glass of wine on her husband. This then had a rippling effect. Soon the hotel lobby had a cascading effect, and now it was time to make my exit.

I left the hotel and with every couple I came across that were fawning over themselves, I did the same, leaving a trail of broken hearts where I went. Who was to say love was strong enough to overcome the control that I exerted over these couples. I had yet to come across a couple who outwardly could resist these powers, and that in itself intrigued me to no end. I had to find a couple like that, and do all I could to break them.



02/10/2024 12:01 PM 


Rules & Disclaimer
1. I am not David Tennant.  Nor do I have any affiliation with Marvel Comics.  

2. I have been writing Kilgrave off and on for three to four years, and I play him more MCU than in the comics...bacically since I rarely have access to the comics, so yes he is a bit canon divergent.  

3. Literacy: Since I assume we are all out of high school, I am going to safely assume we have a likewise reading and comprehension level, so we don't need to use text speak.  

4. Discussions I prefer these over random starters.  But I will not refuse a random starter, but please be sure to give me something that I can respond to.  Writing collaberation is a two way street.  

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02/10/2024 06:47 PM 


You know your lungs are burning. I can feel the panic in your soul. All you want is for this to end.
Kilgrave had no sooner opened his laptop and logged into his email when his phone pinged with a text message, causing him to display a mild bit of irritation. At least he wasn’t in that damned coffee shop where people liked to incessantly chatter and force him to use his powers to shut them up. He idly picked the phone up and glanced at the notification.

Jessica. BR> Raising an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he opened the message and began reading. Honestly, what a blessed treat this was. It had been a couple years since the last encounter, and to tell the truth, he’d remembered they hadn’t parted on the best of terms…which in itself was rather amusing. Glancing at the phone once again, he unlocked the screen and pulled up the text message.

“Call me. It’s important, a**hole.”

Both Kilgrave’s eyebrows shot up in amusement. Well this was certainly interesting. Jessica actually wanted him to call her? What could this be about? Closing the phone, he quickly pocketed it, closed the laptop and placed it back into his briefcase and walked to his car. Knowing Jessica, the first thing she would ask would be was he alone. He unlocked the car and tossed the case in the back seat, and dialed Jessica’s number. She picked up on the second ring.

“What is it, Jessica?” he inquired as he walked around the car, and slid behind the wheel after opening the door.

“You’re the last person I would ever expect to ask for help. But it’s important, Kilgrave. Listen, I’m not asking for money, or any of that sh*t, I’m being harassed…and it’s worse than anything you’ve ever done to me. And it’s a common enemy of ours. It’s SirenSong, Kilgrave.”

Kilgrave muttered a curse under his breath and slammed the door shut. “Where are you, Jessica?” He knew SirenSong’s abilities with sonic manipulation, and it was far worse than his mind control manipulation.

“At the Starbucks at the corner of 34th and Plum. Wait a minute! Can’t she counteract your powers or resist them?”
Kilgrave clenched the steering wheel and clenched his jaw. “Jessica…” he intoned. “One thing at a time. I want you to stay put in the Starbuck’s until I get there, do you hear me? More than likely she’s working with Pschospectre. Do. Not. Move. I don’t want to have to force you to stay there, but I will if i have to. Do you hear me?”

There was silence on the other end of the line, and Kilgrave knew Jessica was more than likely muttering a few curses under her breath, but hopefully she would have the common sense to mull this over and not put herself in immediate danger. He closed up the conversation, and mulled over his own manipulation of her and quickly pushed it to the back of his mind, and started the engine. He didn’t need to map the address, he knew exactly where that Starbucks was.


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