Chapter 40

{A/N: Its been a while. Sorry about the shit upload schedule I couldn't get the chapter to feel right. Also I've been studying a lot for Uni. Anyway even if I don't upload regularly it doesn't mean I'm dropping the story.}

1st POV – Morgan

Perched atop a dusty rooftop, I scoped out my target. Set within the confines of a rundown nightclub, the gloomy exterior hid an even more sinister inside. Neon lights flickered weakly against the damp pavement, the sign above the entrance reading "Club Euphoria"—a name that reeked of false advertising.

Leaping from my perch, I effortlessly soared over the street, landing on the nightclub's rooftop. Extending my psionic senses, I located my first target before bending the light around me, cloaking myself in shadow.

Waving my arm in a crescent motion it extends it a curved blade around two metres long. Happy with my prep I phase through the floor below me, carried by gravity I swing my bladed arm vertically at the nearest gangster.

The gangster fell silent, confusion flickering across his face. Then, blood began seeping from a single, microscopic cut—one that ran the entire length of his body. Opening his mouth to scream the small action causes the two once conjoined halves of his body to peel apart like a banana.

The bruised woman leaning against his arm and staring glassy eyed at the opposite wall feels a damp spot across her arm. Turning slowly the woman lifelessly looks at the gory corpse for a few seconds before an ear piercing scream rings out.

Not paying much more mind to the woman I slink over to my next target; the unfortunate human meets the same fate as his friend and contributes to the growing pool of blood.

Hearing the commotion a plethora of different people begin crowding the tiny room, waiting silently in the corner I wait for the last person on the floor to enter the room. Swiping out with my bladed arm faster than the speed of sound, I selectively phase the weapon to only kill my targets.

Phasing again through the floor I watch as the large group of 'gangsters' drops to the ground as a pile of indiscernible flesh. The next floor down holds less people but far more drugs, killing the few drugies littering the floor I also incinerate the drugs with my plasma generation.

Realising I don't use my plasma generation very much I decide to change that. Morphing my blade back into a normal hand I instead gather some energy. Dropping down through yet another floor I instantly begin creating superheated pockets of air around each criminal.

The air is so hot it resembles plasma more than a gas, and as such almost instantly atomises the unfortunate victims. Checking around the floor a bit more I find a few drugged up people, likely roofied from what I can see.

After healing them, I ascended through my self-made massacre. The main floor loomed ahead, the sound of music and laughter masking the horror below. I barely spared the nightclub a glance before continuing my descent—where the true horrors awaited.

In the basement the above sound instantly diminishes to a barely audible thrumming, not even loud enough for a human to hear. Looking around the dim basement my superior eyes easily cut through the gloom and reveal its grim contents.

Locked in cages around the edges of the room, humans in different states of disrepair form a low wail of pain as their untreated wounds fester. Waving my hand, I use my psionic energy to knit their bodies back together before knocking them out.

Dropping my invisibility I loudly walk towards the last sound originating from this subterranean hell, stepping into a well-lit room disco lights highlight a blood soaked woman. The woman in question looks like a long time drug addict and is wielding a chipped butchers knife as she dances around a seemingly homemade torture bed.

Using my technomancy I quickly short out the lights and music causing darkness to wash over the room, shortly after the backup lights kick in and bath the room in a dim glow, a glow which helps emphasise my colossal frame as I stand over the psychotic woman.

Waving her knife the woman shouts some type of garbled English - which is closer to grunts then proper language – before sprinting at me with a manic grin.

With a flick of my finger, a psionic force sent her crashing into the far wall. Approaching the bound victim, I barely spared the woman a glance before muttering, "Kill yourself." The words were meaningless—just another command to be carried out.

Gently freeing the young girl from the rusty metal shackles of the homemade restraining device, I notice the sound of flesh being carved whilst healing the injured child who lacks a good deal of her organs.

Carrying the unconscious child in my arms I pivot and exit the room, as I leave the room is instantly incinerated as it is flooded by plasma.

Unlocking the rest of the cages I wake their occupants after a brief pause. Rising up the stairs flames flicker from the basement as smoke flushes out through the vents. Outside I place the girl on a conveniently placed stretcher before doing a quick scan of the building.

Teleporting out any left inside I begin walking away again as the criminal den burns down behind me.

Teleporting off I move to the next gang hideout I got from psycho woman's mind. This hideout was an old warehouse used by a few gangs to store weapons and narcotics. Burning it to the ground I quickly dealt with it as well.

Next I raided a apartment building that acted as a weed growing facility and human trafficking ring. Killing anyone involved in the trafficking ring, I quickly finish up that hideout and move to the next.

Warping space I easily traverse multiple streets in a single step and arrive outside another warehouse, looking it up and down it kind of surprises me how many gangs use warehouses as drug stashes.

Psionically scanning the building, I find a few minds a decide to get it over quickly, opening the door I stroll in as if I own the place. Crossing the small distance between the door and the closest group I'm already upon them by the time they notice.

Grabbing two of the thugs by the skull I crush their brains like watermelons and drop their headless bodies so they flop onto the table. Getting bored of all the killing for the night I quickly finish off the only other actually bad criminal.

As his body falls to the ground one of the goons shouts at a woman standing silently to the side, knocking out the men I decide to see what the woman does.

Jerking forward the woman like a puppet on strings emotionlessly lunges towards me, deflecting her initial punch to the side it sails into a stack of crates causing them to explode in a shower of splinters.

Watching the woman, she stands up again and attempts to kick me, again I easily block her kick but notice tears streaming from her eyes. Intrigued I probe her mind quickly and find that she doesn't actually seem to be in control of her body.

Dodging between her rapid onslaught of punches and kicks I casually begin studying the woman. The dark haired relatively tall and incredibly strong woman is in a way a mutant, her entire body continues to generate a clearly artificial chemical that's forcefully attached itself to her.

The chemical also seems to be the cause of her abnormal strength, moving onto her mind it exists as a dark mass of trauma, sadness, violence and helplessness to my paranormal senses. Scanning her mind I don't find any sort of psionic power controlling her so I look a bit deeper.

After a quick scan I find small traces of highly complex pheromones scattered throughout her bloodstream, the pheromones seem to be able to release a psionic order that overwrites the brains control.

Catching her fist mid swing I decide I've seen enough, telekinetically holding the woman in place I begin using my advanced psionic abilities to grab a hold of every single one of the foreign pheromones flowing through her blood stream.

Halting the small particles, I begin to draw them out through her skin and coalesce them into a ball of purple gas around the size of a cricket ball. Releasing the woman she falls to the ground, her movements more natural now.

The woman - Jessica Jones - shuddered, gulping in deep breaths as she clutched her head. Her eyes, once dull and glassy, flickered back to clarity—and then widened in horror as she looked at me.

"What… the hell… was that?" she rasped; her voice hoarse.

I stared at the ball of condensed pheromones, letting it rotate between my fingers. The artificial particles shimmered under the dim warehouse lights, shifting like a living thing.

"Me fixing a problem." I said simply.

Stiffening Jessica looks at up at me from her spot on the ground her muscles tensing slightly. Brushing off her reaction as lingering trauma I perform a quick scan through her memories in order to determine Kilgrave's location.

Finding what I need I snap my fingers causing the ball of pheromones floating above my hand to explode in a ball of fire. Glancing down at the broken woman sitting helplessly on the ground I sigh.

Flicking my hand a pitch black paper card appears between my pointer and middle finger, bending I offer out the card to the traumatised Jessica Jones.

Looking up her eyes focus briefly on the offered card before shifting to my face, waving the card she absent mindedly reaches out and takes it.

Straightening up I'm mid motion retracting my hand when its grabbed, rolling my eyes I look back to the impromptu action and the woman behind it.

As I'm contemplating whether or not to shake her off she begins pleading.

"What are you going to do?!?" – Jessica

Liquefying my hand I easily shake off her grip before reforming it slightly to the side. "I'm going to deal with Kilgrave, his actions annoy me."

Jessica's gaze met mine, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. Her voice wavered, but her resolve held firm. "Take me with you."

Looking her over I briefly consider it, feeling it can't hurt too much I use my psionics to lift her to her feet like a marionette on its strings. Then grabbing some materials from the nearby area, I materialise a gas mask and toss it at her.

Steeling her emotions Jessica puts the full face mask on, the item removing any facial features and making her seem like a mannequin with only her dull grey eyes being visible from within the dark grey apparel.

Nodding to her a tendril extends from my back and slashes vertically through the air, wherever it traces a glowing red energy seems to leak. Reaching into this thin line of red energy with both hands I pull in opposite directions and space tears open.

On the other side of the tear a dirty hotel room can be seen, all around blood and crying people can be seen but despite that only one person moves.

Seated at the far end of the room a man wearing a purple tuxedo sits upon a throne of people whilst looking around in disinterest. Jessica seeing the man freezes whilst he, noticing the tear in reality, shifts so he is sitting straight on his chair.

Checking Jessica's mind, I instantly notice she's frozen in fear, the trauma of years being under the man getting to her. Groaning in annoyance I erase the easiest parts of her trauma and force her brain to focus.

Then with a flick of my wrist the portal quickly shifts before engulfing me and Jessica before snapping shut. Now on the other side of the portal I instantly notice the thick layer of artificial pheromones originating off Kilgrave and digging into any living creature.

Standing from his throne Kilgrave shoots a smug smear at me before commanding in a cocky. "Halt and name yourselves, for intruding on my domain I'll make you my toy.."

Already hating the man even more in person, I decide to get this over with quickly, walking unhindered towards him I slowly return to my base form. My added height in this form leaving my towering over the small man on his throne of people.

Kilgrave's voice rose in a shrill, desperate shriek. "Stop. Stop. STOP! I COMMAND YOU TO STOP!"

The air thickened with his influence, the pheromones swirling like a living storm, pressing against me with an unseen weight. A lesser mind would've crumbled, kneeling before his will.

But I was no lesser mind.

Standing less than a metre away from him the movements of the pheromones around the room form a murky purple whirlwind as he attempts to bend me to his will. Looking down into his eyes my unnatural pupils gaze apathetically deep into his dilated fear filled eyes.

Breaking eye contact his eyes flicker across the room locking onto the statue like people across the room. Noticing a dark flicker in his eyes I make no move to stop him as he opens his mouth. "Protect me! Kill this beast!."

Instantly upon reaching the surrounding people Kilgrave's command burrows into their minds and the begin moving like a group of puppets. Holding my ground, I wait a few seconds for the people to close in, all whilst never breaking eye contact with the monster in human skin.

Finally, when the first person is almost upon me I raise my palm in a stop gesture, the simple motion halting everyone in the room mid stride. Seeing the fear seep back into Kilgrave's eyes I twist my hand so the palm is facing up.

Whilst doing this I use my psionic abilities to rapidly draw in all the particles in the air, forming them into a ball within my palm I snap my fingers with the other hand. The action causing the ball to ignite and the people to fall like the stringless puppets they are.

Flinching back Kilgrave clutches at his face, of which half begins to melt due to his proximity to the fire ball. Watching silently for a few more seconds I wait for the entire ball to combust before finally speaking.

"Jessica. Finish him off." – Morgan

Stiffening up the mentioned woman who stood in the same spot the entire time, begins to approach. Each step robotic in action and heavy upon the ground as she passes the motionless masses of people lining the ground.

Standing to the side of me she looks at the whimpering man on the floor, then with barely any hesitation she lunges forward her fist cracking his femur in two.

Nodding at her actions I turn to leave, stepping over the motionless people I hear the repeated sounds of fist against flesh as Jessica beats the monster into a paste. Stopping briefly in the doorway I modify the structure of his kidney and turn it into a bomb set to explode in an hour.

Afterall you can never be too careful.

Disappearing from the doorway space warps as I head home, maybe I should visit another universe for a bit? It's always fun to mix it up a little, and Jean can come.

{A/N: I Know! A second note, what could it be for? I wanted to ask what worlds everyone thought I should visit next, I was thinking Murder Drones (Anyone who doesn't know it is missing out and should watch it, it's a eight episode series on youtube.).}