Still smiling, I answer her simply, "Hypnotherapy is what I excel in. For instance, for the next five minutes you will feel as if you are in the prime of your life. You will feel no pain, no agony."
As I hope, it works at least partially, the change happening in moments as I effectively block her ability to feel pain. She looks at herself in wonder before trying to get out of bed and failing, mostly due to the fact that her body is still failing and she's attached to so much equipment still. I press her back down and shake my head, "It isn't healing Mrs. Rottshaw, merely a secession of pain. You are still dying and your body is still failing you. You just aren't feeling it anymore."
She eventually settles back down, staring at me with an unreadable expression now as she contemplates everything that has happened, only to rejoin the conversation with, "Get out."
I blink at that, frowning slightly, "I-"
She cuts me off though, and I can only imagine I was to blunt in my words, forcing her to face her own mortality, "I said get out!"
She yells this quite loudly with her deadened lungs, the relief of pain giving her quite the voice. I respond immediately with a hiss, "Be quiet."
She falls quiet even as someone runs into the room having been attracted by the noise. I send them away easily even as I seethe just a bit. I've never been overly aggressive or short tempered though, and I calm myself down in short order, "Fine. I figured it was worth a try, but I should have known a woman like you would be incredibly stubborn. So, time to do this another way."
I make sure I have her full attention, then I begin spinning out a tale of being her long lost son. Mrs. Rottshaw is made to believe that she's already had the bloodwork done and believes without a single doubt that I am her son, James Rottshaw. From there it's a simple matter of using her and a bit of mind control to convince the staff.
While I enact the plans to move Albert and Louise along with all their equipment into the mansion now under my control, the Rottshaw Lawyer is called to the mansion to help begin proceedings for the new will. Luckily for me, it's not the tired cliché of an old lawyer who really is the last friend the rich dying elderly woman has left, and thus has only their best interest in heart.
No, the man who shows up is a simpering toady who does everything my new 'mother' tells him to, including setting up the paperwork for my new identity along with swallowing the cover stories for just where I'd been all this time. I don't even have to control the man, he honestly seems overtly pleased that the Rottshaw account will not be given to charity when Mrs. Rottshaw passes, even going so far as to tell me so when we have a moment alone.
At the end of the day, there's only one loose end to tie up, as everyone moves with such efficiency that everything is moved in within several hours. Walking Alexis to her car, I take her face in my hands and smile at her, even as she smiles back at me with unquestioning devotion. Ah, it makes it all the harder to do this, but I consider it necessary.
"Alexis, you're going to go home now. The movers cleaned up after themselves as they left but I'm sure there are still traces of our existence there. You'll remove everything that might show you had people living with you for a few days. Once your home is spotless and there's no trace of us left, you're going to forget all about us. You had a couple uneventful days hanging out around the house. You're going to move on with your life and become whatever you want to be."
With that, I release her and step back, watching as a moment later she turns away and moves to follow my orders. This was something I had to do, something I felt would center myself. I'd come into this girl's life like a whirlwind and mind whammied her into being so happy to have me there, that she offered me her body. I wasn't nearly strong enough morally to reject the opportunity, but there was no point in keeping her with me from here on.
I was gathering wealth and power and I had already dealt with half of my list with further plans forming to deal with the other half shortly. I had people working to make me stronger and soon no one would be able to resist me, not even Jessica Jones. But that didn't give me an excuse to ruin lives needlessly. Society would still call me evil, but I was developing a code to go with my new powers. First rule of my new code? It is only acceptable to ruin lives when it saves or vastly improves mine. Or they're 'evil'.
Alexis certainly didn't fall into those categories. Keeping her with me for any longer would have been gratuitous, especially when I now had Trish Walker yearning for me and plans to turn the super strong Jessica Jones into a mewling quim. Heh, using Loki's lines when I now existed in the same universe as him… it was a strange feeling for some reason.
Smiling slightly as I tear myself away from the tangent I'm going down, I speak two words into the empty night air, "Goodbye Alexis."
And then I turn and walk back up the road to my new mansion. Hah! This was going to be fun. And I even had a new fool proof way to test the duration of my powers as I was given more and more of the power enhancing drugs. There was an elderly lady prone to coughing fits with terrible chest pain waiting for me. As a gentleman, it was only right that I relieve her agony for as long as my power now lasted.