|Killgrave| "You're Dangerous."

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"Y/N... Where are you?" The Scottish accent rang out in her ears. Her breathing hitched as she continued to run, Y/N was a gifted being, different from any other. A shapeshifter, she could take the form of many beings including, a cat and a raven.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He continued to taunt.

Her eyes narrowed as she came to a closing, a dead end. Her body pressed against the cold brick wall. Her head turned to the alley she had previously run down.

"Ah, there you are..." He smirked, sauntering towards her shaking form. She frowned and glared towards the man in front of her.

"Why don't you just leave me alone... I'm not your pet anymore Kilgrave... You can't keep me cooped up in a cage any longer..." She breathed.

"Oh come on... You call my home a cage, bit harsh don't you think?" He began.

She looked at him, hurt in her eyes, she loved this man but not the way she wanted to. The way he wanted her to.

"You know Kilgrave... The thing is. I loved you, genuinely... But not the way I wanted to love you... You forced me to love you, meaning it didn't feel real to me. None of it felt real..."

"Then come back to me..."

"No..." She uttered before quickly shifting into a large black raven. She swooped up, and flew over the wall, The well-dressed man grabbed her wing, tearing a feather from it, earning a sharp squawk from the bird. Her form flew off towards the black night.

Present day

"Y/N... I need you here..."

"Jessica Jones... I am not coming unless you tell me what the fuck is going on."

"If I told you... You wouldn't come..."

"Well, I'm not coming then..."

"Y/N..." Jessica growled.

"Fine then... I'm on my way." Y/N muttered as she climbed in the car.

"Is she coming?" Kilgrave whispered as he looked towards Jessica from the large class cell.

"Yes... Now you'll get your 'beloved' back..." she rolled her eyes as she muttered the word 'beloved.' She hated to hurt her best friend like this. But maybe she could make him understand.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor as Y/N walked down it, a leather jacket hung loosely over her shoulders. Her H/C hair moved as she did. Her head lowered, her eyes glancing at the floor.

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