Chapter 67 - My SI Stash #67 - Purple Morality by Cambrian Beckett (Jessica Jones)

-A complete NSFW SI fanfic albeit low length but still a cool one. SI as Kilgrave from Jessica Jones series.

*Gotta say the Doctor really makes a good villain~ JJ Netflix series was really fun, Daredevil & The Punisher were really good too!

Sypnosis: Ever watched a show and thought, "I could do that way better than they do." Ever seen a character with power and scoff at the way they misuse it? Ever contemplate what choices you would make if given a chance to take their place? The things you would do differently? Don't. Don't do that. Take it from me, you never know who might be listening. (A different sort of Self-Insert.)

Rated: M

Words: 48K

Posted on: fanfiction.net/s/11792054/1/Purple-Morality (Cambrian Beckett)

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Chapter 1

A/N: Well here's my newest story. This isn't tied to any of my other stories, it's completely stand alone. That said, I hope both my normal readers and any new readers really enjoy it.

I sat staring at the computer even as the credits for the final episode of Jessica Jones rolled across the screen. Hot damn, Netflix was on fire with these Original Marvel series. First Daredevil drew me in with it's amazing cast of villains, and now this one had me binge watching seven episodes at once just to finish the season. Looking at the time I sigh when I find that it's almost six a.m. I mean, I usually don't wake up until around twelve anyways, but it's still a bit much.

My mind is pretty fried as I go through the motions of shutting down Netflix and putting my computer to sleep. I get out of my chair and take a few gulps of water to cure the parched feeling in my throat. Then I take a piss before crawling into bed. I probably won't get to sleep until seven at this point, so many things swirling around my head.

At the forefront is the main villain of the show I just got done watching. Kilgrave and his mind control. I've always been more interested in the villains of most of the fiction I partake in. Even Kilgrave with his incredibly harsh disregard for literally everyone around him, was a bit closer to my moral compass than Jessica or Trish.

Not to say I'd go around telling people to jump off buildings or throw hot coffee in their eyes, or go out of my way to turn an aspiring social worker into a druggie just so he'll take voyeuristic pictures of a girl for me day in and day out. Kilgrave regularly took things too far, but I could understand why given his childhood. I didn't have that excuse, and despite being a selfish prick, I still had some compassion.

Still, mind control would be fun. Even if it only started at 12 hours, I could just find Kilgrave's parents with my foreknowledge and force them to enhance me. I might even get to the point where I could control Jessica again, unlike the actual Kilgrave who failed in the show. That was unfortunate. I'd have to check tomorrow morning and see if there were any good fanfics out yet that had Kilgrave winning and gaining control again.

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Ah who am I kidding, why wait? Grabbing my phone off its charger I twist onto my side and bring up google, carefully typing in 'Kilgrave Fanfiction'.

Yep, as I'd hoped, there's a small collection of stories on Archiveofourown marked with the 'Jessica Jones/Kilgrave' pairing.

Well now, I'm probably not going to get any sleep tonight. A slight smile on my face, I pick the first one with a promising summary and begin reading. Hours later I pass out with my phone slipping out of my hand, still shining brightly in the darkness of my room. My last conscious thought is that I would make a much better Kilgrave than the man himself was.

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"Would you? Let's put that to the test."

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I wake up slowly, and I've never felt more uncomfortable. The surface I'm laid out on is harder than my bed ever has been and I can tell something is instantly wrong. For starters, I've slept on my side for most of my life and my head has always been elevated. Yet, when I wake up now I'm on my back and there's nothing supporting my head.

With a groan, I sit up only to immediately grow nauseated and confused. My body doesn't feel right and it makes my head swim as I try to get oriented. I'm lighter and taller and even my hair feels odd atop my head. I bring a hand with fingers that are too long to my midsection, only to find my fat gut is gone, replaced by a smooth skinny stomach.

Dressed in some sort of suit but stripped of socks and shoes, I swing my legs off of the metal slab I'd woken up on only to find the floor below me covered in several inches of water. I'm in some sort of cell, and even in my tired bleary state I feel like I should recognize this. Everything is so dark though as I try to peer around. I open my mouth finally and speak, calling out loudly, "Hello?!"

Even my voice sounds strange, an English accent to it that I could swear I'd heard before, just never from my own mouth, but I'm not able to really contemplate what that means before a light turns on and a projector throws some sort of video up on the wall.

From the ceiling I hear a very familiar voice, "Hello Kevin."

The tone is that of disgust and triumph and I watch the video on the wall with wide eyes even as the lights behind me turn on as well. I don't turn around right away. I already know what I'll find. I watched this very scene just a short time ago. I recognize the home video of a young boy being experimented on that was playing on the wall before me.

Finally turning around, my fears were answered when Jessica Jones' face stared back at me, a small smug smirk making her look admittedly very hot if it weren't for the circ.u.mstances. Running my hands over my body, I looked down at my dark purple suit in horror and forced myself to finally admit in my head what I'd already begun to suspect.

Oh god.

I'm Kilgrave.

Stumbling back, I find my metal bed and collapse on it in shock. This… this is not what I wanted. Sure, I'd contemplated the idea. I'd spent some time considering what I'd do if I was in Kilgrave's place with his powers. The things I'd do differently and the ways I would use it to slide through life having fun, instead of wasting all my time hunting his parents and killing strangers like he had.

Nowhere in that though, had I wanted to shoulder Kilgrave's mistakes, his actions as my own. I especially hadn't wanted to start in the absolute worst spot in the show, the one time Kilgrave was captured and imprisoned at the mercy of the woman sitting outside this cell. Jessica speaks up again given my silence, the smirk on her face growing wider, "What's the matter, Kevin? Cat got your tongue?"

She puts so much emphasis on the name every time she says it. Kilgrave would probably have hated it, but I could care less. Might even start using Kevin full time, if I can get out of here. I consider for a long moment whether I should tell Jessica the actual truth. How will she react if I try to explain that Kilgrave isn't here anymore and some random f.u.c.ker has taken his place?

Yeah, I wouldn't believe me either. Even if by some small chance I was able to convince her that it was true, what then? Simpson and Luke Cage would still want me dead and Jessica would still want Hope free. In the end, all I could do was play along and see where everything takes me. With that thought in my head I finally respond to my captor with a noncommittal, "Hello Jessica."

My tired resigned tone must be clear, as she immediately reacts to it with more smugness, "What's the matter Kevin? Lose your strut once you're no longer in control? Can't brainwash your way out of this one Kevin."

The continued emphasis on Kilgrave's name causes a slight twitch on my lips that she misinterprets, "Granted it is a mundane name, but Kilgrave? How obvious can you get? Was Murdercorpse already taken?"

I let out a low chuckle at the joke, one of the internet's favorite lines from the TV show given the amount of times I'd seen it so far in fanfiction, "Ah, I have to agree with you. It does seem rather melodramatic, doesn't it?"

That brings her up short, "What?"

Slowly, I slide my feet off the floor of the cell and onto the bench with me, bringing my knees to my chest and then standing atop that as well. Carefully, I unbutton my shirt and lay it across the driest part of the bench, before sitting on it now bare chested, "Are you going to torture me Jessica? Press that big red button and electrocute the water beneath my feet so that I tell you whatever you want to hear?"

An incredulous look passes over her face as her eyes glance towards said button and then back to me, "How did you?-"

I cut her off with a scoff, "Come now Jessica, I'm not stupid. You can still stop this you know. Let me out now and I won't press charges. I have no desire to spend any more time with you after this, but I'm willing to keep this out of the courtroom if you don't go any further. Let me go."

Jessica just smirks, "Go ahead, order me again Kevin. That's a hermetically sealed room; you can't control anyone while in it."

I roll my eyes for effect and shake my head as I speak in a somber and pitying tone, "You're delusional Jessica. You left me for dead and your brain c.o.c.ked up this made up story about whom I am and what I can do. I wasn't trying to mind control you or anything like that. I was trying to appeal to whatever shreds of sanity you have left."

I give a slight smile, completely fake of course just like my next words, "I know that the girl I loved is still in there, somewhere."

That gets her to finally hit the big red button, and I feel it as the volts run up the legs of the metal table and through my thin shirt, which isn't as good an insulator as I'd hoped. With a yelp and a spasm I fall off my 'bed' and into the several of inches of water with very little decorum. As I leverage myself up, I see Jessica's smug grin as she turns back on the video player showing the experiments Kilgrave's parents did on him.

Reaching for and grabbing my shirt, I put it back on and button it up before lying down on the cot. I make a show of appearing to be agitated and irritated by the voices and the pained screams of a young Kevin, but in reality I'm soaking it all in. This right here is an origin story and I'm very interested in seeing more than the TV show ever gave me.

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Jessica leaves and then comes back. I have no idea where she'd gone or what she'd done, perhaps a bathroom break, perhaps she'd called someone. Still, it was clear the questioning was back on as she flipped through several different experiments from the flash drive and began interrogating me again.

"So you weren't the only lab rat. Riva knew about this didn't she, and that's why you wanted her dead."

Sitting up on the metal cot I give a mirthless smile and shake my head, "No Jessica, Riva died in the bus crash that nearly killed me. She was our friend and she was helping me, helping us. Only, you've built this world where I don't get to have friends that I'm not controlling, so now she's just another victim. This isn't you Jessica."

Jessica grits her teeth together and puts her hand over the big red button, "Shut up Kevin."

I keep my lips sealed and after a moment of visibly controlling her anger, she goes down a different tact, "Who are these other kids? You killed for this video and you never thought to look for the other kids? Afraid of the competition?"

I scoff openly, "C'mon Jessica, you know why I wanted to find the flash drive. I was too busy looking for my parents to care about children in other parts of the world. You and Riva were both helping me, before that night."

Jessica just scoffs back, "Or maybe you already found and killed them all."

That's when Hogarth shows up. I notice her but beyond pointing her out to Jessica with a nod of my head, I don't react in any real way. I have no desire to experience a shock again. Jessica shuts off the mike and I'm left in silence and my own thoughts as I lean against the metal and glass and watch Hogarth and Jessica talk.

It's unfortunate I've never learned to read lips, but luckily I know the gist of what they're saying. Hogarth is telling Jessica that any confession she extracts from me will be inadmissible and dismissed as staged. I watch as she gets upset with Jessica for not helping her more with her current divorce proceedings. I can see the exact moment where Jessica tells Hogarth that because I've seen her, she's already implicated.

Jessica leaves to go find Clements, the detective she would try to have stand witness to my mind control powers. Hogarth remains, fiddling with her phone as she texts back and forth with her lawyer concerning the divorce. I continue to watch, knowing my moment will come soon.

She sits down and then minutes later she stands abruptly and places a call. I watch as she has a heated discussion with Wendy that ends with the latter hanging up and Hogarth staring at her phone in disbelief. That's my cue, so I raise my hand and knock casually.

Turning towards me, Hogarth gives me a look but I just nod towards the mic on the desk. After a moment of hesitation she walks over to it and presses the button that connects me to the world outside my cell once more. I smile appreciatively even as she speaks, "Did you need something?"

"I wanted to tell you that the offer I gave Jessica is still open. Let me out and I won't press charges. I thought Jessica loved me like I loved her and that we could make this work, but it's clear that despite my efforts, she's too far in her own broken delusion to see our past for what it truly is. Did you know that she's been living with me? Several days in fact, eating and sleeping together under the same roof. It was going great until… this."

Hogarth just snorts, but I press on, not nearly finished, "I suppose you would know though. It certainly sounds like Wendy is giving you quite a bit of trouble. Sorry, I was reading lips. Threatening to expose you? Love is such a fleeting thing I suppose."

Hogarth has her lips pursed together now, "Is there a point?"

I smile wide, "There always is, isn't there? Well, I just wanted to point out, that if someone were to let me out, go against Jessica's wishes… I would be in their debt, wouldn't I? They would in fact have the ability to call on me for several reasonable favors of a varying range of magnitudes. It would certainly not be terrible, having a powerful lawyer as my friend."

Hogarth's lips twitch in a smile, "I'll be sure to refer one."

That ends our conversation for the time being as Hogarth cuts off the mic once more, but I know the seeds have been planted. Pretty little Pam will finish my job for me and send Hogarth directly into my arms. All I have to do now… is wait.

Easier said than done. Settling back down onto my cot, I let out a low sigh and rest my eyes for a bit. Things will start up again soon enough, and I need to be sharp enough to navigate them, or I may end up dead in this stupid little cell.

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