Chapitre 28: 28(+18 scene)
Trish affects a very good exasperated, even rolling her eyes as she let out a sigh and spoke so earnestly even I would have considered believing her, "Jess, Kilgrave is gone, this isn't him. This is just me. I needed a break so I'm taking it."
Jessica might even be buying it, her next words are a bit quieter but there is some hurt in them, "And you didn't tell me?"
Trish pauses for a long moment before answering, "I couldn't. We screwed up Jessica. He got away and now Hope and his parents and all of his victims past and future… it's on us. I had to get away from it all. The guilt, the shame… and the freakishness that's become my life. I need to find normal again. And that means leaving all of the super powers behind for a bit."
Silence greets Trish and after a moment she looks down at the phone before commenting idly, "She hung up on me."
I nod, "I imagine she would after that lovely insinuation you made that it wasn't just Kilgrave you were running from, but also her. That was incredibly well done pet. I'm sure it was more than a little difficult, but you did so good."
She lets out a shuddering breath, showing just how hard it truly was for her to say those things to Jessica before looking up at me with a large smile, "It's okay though. Jess doesn't understand now, but she will. We'll all be happier once she's under your control."
I smile and nod in agreement as she parrots a command I'd given a while ago, "Yes we will Trish. We'll be one big happy family. You and Jessica have both had tragedies that left wounds that go beyond the flesh. I'm going to heal them. You'll never be happier than with me."
"I'll never be happier than with you."
And with that said, we both go about finishing breakfast.
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After that I went to Albert and Louise to get the newest injection while Trish watched on worriedly. It was just as painful as the last, but more than necessary, so I just bore it. I'd get used to this eventually, I was sure. While there, I made some larger changes to my 'parents'. Now that I was James Rottshaw, it wouldn't do for them to remember me as Kevin Thompson, so after a few words, they didn't. To them, I was just a wealthy heir with near unlimited resources who'd allowed them to do their research while they made life saving drugs for my incredibly rare illness. Everyone was happier this way, I was sure of it.
Then Trish and I idled around a bit, watching the news and waiting for my command on Mrs. Rottshaw to wear off. It was already past the twelve hour mark, so anytime now I should hear from those keeping an eye on her, when her cough returned with the pain my control was currently holding back. The decision to watch the news turned out to be a good one, as I got confirmation and partial confirmation on the two suicides I'd so far orchestrated.
Jeri Hogarth's car had been drudged out of the river only hours after she went in and she was now confirmed dead. It was also being reported as a suicide thanks to the damning evidence that the woman had driven off a pier with her windows down at over fifty miles per hour. Her personal life was being pulled out into the open, meaning that both Wendy and Pam were on the news as well, though neither woman was available for comment.
It seemed that information concerning her divorce had been leaked by someone as well, as the media knew about Wendy's attempts at extortion and blackmail and had made the judgment that her unreasonable demands of ninety percent of Jeri's estate had driven the female lawyer to the suicide.
As for Simpson, that was where the partial confirmation came in. There was a report of a massive explosion on the outskirts of the city. Supposedly nobody had been hurt, but the news was legitimately claiming it was caused by a gas leak. Now I supposed that gas leaks were a common enough real world occurrence, but given that it was the only explosion in the city featured for days, I had to believe that it was Simpson succeeding in the mission I'd given him.
Thus, I was in an excellent mood when someone finally came to get me for Mrs. Rottshaw, and I didn't even draw out the torment as I made my way to the woman and reasserted my control over her, cutting off her pain filled hacking and her attempts to decry me as a fraud. Poor woman couldn't even get the words out because of the coughing fit. I honestly wasn't sure how much longer she'd last, but it couldn't be that long.
I wasn't too concerned about it. She was useful for the time being in so many ways, but she would have died even without my interference and there was really nothing I could do about that. At one point I'd tried telling her she was completely healed out of curiosity, but it seemed that the virus was not a miracle cure to all ailments and diseases, not that I'd expected it to be. In the end, I considered what I was doing to Mrs. Rottshaw a 'good' thing, as much as I'd always considered good and evil childish concepts before arriving in this body.
But it wasn't so much good and evil that I ran myself by these days, but "good" and "bad". With that thought in mind, it was about time to go do something that was a bit of both.
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