Days come and go, but most of my time is spent hanging about with Trish in the mansion. My injections are coming twice daily now, and Albert believes that soon enough they'll have enough of a set up to advance it to thrice daily. I'm not surprised, I'd always felt Kilgrave's own idea of "efficient" was horribly flawed and I'd also figured that having Louise as a partner on the project would help speed things up. It seems I've been proven right.
Trish has at my instruction, taken to teaching me both how to fight and how to shoot a gun. Not that I've actually fired one yet, merely learned the basics. But that's okay, it's not something I'm really inclined to, more something I feel like I have to learn so I'm perfectly fine with taking my time with it. The fight training is a bit more intensive and I've gotten my fair share of bruises. Though admittedly I have a tendency to cheat and send Trish into orgasmic throes at times just to get the upper hand. The teaching ends rather quickly after such moments. We end up just as sweaty though, so I figure it all balances out.
Right now though, I'm doing nothing but lounging on a comfortable couch watching television as Trish lays her head in my lap so that I can run my hands through her beautiful blonde locks. She's quite content judging by the sounds emitting from her mouth, but my focus isn't on her or even the television. My eyes have fallen to where my hand slides through her hair, but I'm not even focused on her hair despite its lush nature.
No, my focus is on the back of my hand surprising as that might be. I can't help staring, my skin seems so pale. Have I just been so busy since arriving in this body that I hadn't noticed how much paler Kilgrave was to me? It was just so weird to see after living in another body for so many years, but there was also something more. If I didn't know any better, I'd say my pale skin had the faintest tint of…
I didn't get to finish the thought, as my phone suddenly went off in my pocket and I was forced to move the hand petting Trish's hair to get it out of the pocket on the same side. Seeing Malcolm's number, I raise an eyebrow and answer it, "Yes?"
Whenever I get a call from Malcolm, I half expect Jessica to suddenly be on the other end, having caught on to the fact that I was using him to spy on her again, though this time much more aggressively. But once again, it's just Malcolm who answers me, "She's making a move like you said she would."
I can't help the smile, god I really am falling neatly into the role of villain, "Is that so? What have you found out? Has she finally figured out that Trish wasn't herself in their last call?"
"Nah, not as far as I can tell. She's… she's planning on breaking Hope out of prison. Wanted my help, but I told her I'd have nothing to do with it."
I blink once then twice at that, "Well now, that's unfortunate. Do you at least know when she's planning to pull off this little break out?"
"Not exactly, but she's just started, so at least a few days right?"
My smile is back in full force, as I already know exactly how to react to this situation, "That does sound about right. So, Jessica has decided that if she can't get Hope out legally, she'll settle for saving the ultimate victim illegally. Good on her I suppose. Find out what you can and keep me updated, but the most important thing as always is for you to make sure that Jessica does not realize you're on my side."
"Yes sir."
With that I hang up the phone and look over to find Trish has risen from her comfortable position to stare at me with undisguised curiosity, "What are you going to do Master?"
Chuckling, I shrug, "Well, we can't very well allow Jessica to break the law can we? There's only one thing to do. No plan ever survives first contact with Jessica. Luckily for this one, all we have to do is move up our time table a bit too completely stimmy her. Go get dressed properly love, we're going out."
Trish rises from the couch to leave the room and I find my eyes drawn to the back of my hand again before tearing them away to stand myself and slip my phone back into my pocket.