[i] [center] [h1] [color=630460]The Purple Man[/color] [/h1] [/center] [/i] [center] [img] http://kastorskorner.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/wpid-us_vertical-kilgrave-banner.jpg.jpg [/img] [/center] The Purple Man sat with his legs slung over the side of the settee, listening to Abigail Bhatia softly play the piano, her bronze fingers gliding gently over the keys. [b]“Very nice, Abigail.”[/b] He gave her a warm grin, his attention divided evenly between her performance and the plastic tupperware full of egg-fried rice that he held in one hand. He’d never been allowed to eat out of the package when he was younger. [i] Look at me now, mother, you deluded cow.[/i] He’d found Abigail whilst out and about on the town, and had been living with her for the past two days. The pianist sat across from him, perched on a small stool in front of the great wooden piano, frozen in place, except for her hands which tapped away at the keys like some kind of intricate machine. There was a smile plastered across her face. The same smile that had been there for the past three hours. He had told her to smile. [b]“Do you sing?”[/b] The Purple Man asked, once he’d forked the last of the egg-fried rice into his mouth. “Not very well, sir.” She said honestly. He’d told her to call him ‘sir’. [b]“Stop playing. Get up. You’re done here.” [/b] Abigail quickly left, leaving the Purple Man alone in the living room. The overwhelming mundanity of life was the Purple Man’s greatest advisary. Even when nothing was beyond his reach, all that did was highlight how utterly pointless and arbitrary everything was. If he really wanted to, he could go and take control of a multi-million dollar company, or fuck movie stars. [i]But what was the point?[/i]. If the Purple Man had done it once, he’d done it a thousand times, and it had stopped being interesting after the hundredth. He’d been forced to develope a taste for the finest things life had to offer, in order to prevent himself from going completely and utterly insane. And God’s above, he’d had so many bloody phases. [b]“Abigail!”[/b] He shouted lazily “Get back in here!” “Yes, sir?” She appeared almost instantly, filing back into the lounge. [b]“You’re going to drive me to the mall.” [/b] [hr] The Purple Man strode casually down the walkway, Miss Bhatia scurrying behind him with a mountain of shopping bags strung over her. “You look very fetching in purple, Sir.” She babbled. [b]“I know.” [/b]The Purple Man said off-handedly. [color=39b54a]“Just fuck off and go spread your legs for another paedo creep on the internet, you fat bitch!” [/color] The Purple Man stopped in his tracks. Not too far from where he was, strewn across the outside of one of the more fancy McDonalds, was a gang of about three teenagers, squaring up to a curvier girl in shorts and a tank top. “Why do you even dress like that, slut?” One of them sneered “No one wants to look at your gross-ass stomach!” [color=a187be]“You guys are really being dicks.”[/color] The girl said quietly, staring at the floor. “Oh, cry me a river, you fucking lard-ass.” [b]“Wait here, Abigail.”[/b] The Purple man said calmly. He walked slowly forwards, drawing closer to the group of teenagers. [color=39b54a]“Can I help you, mate?”[/color] One of the group shot the Purple Man a disapproving look. He was trying to look hard in front of his friends, but the Purple Man could tell that he wasn’t comfortable sassing a stranger, and an adult at that. [b]“Yes, I believe you can.”[/b] The Purple Man nodded his head [b]“Why are you being so horrible to her?” [/b] [color=a187be]“P-please, mister, you don’t have to-”[/color] The girl began, but the guy who’d called her a fat bitch spoke up first. [color=39b54a]“Because she never paid me any attention until I started saying things like that.”[/color] He blurted out, looking shocked at his own words. “Dave, mate-” one of his friends started to laugh, but the Purple Man cut him off. [b]“Don’t interrupt him.”[/b] The Purple Man said calmly but firmly [b]“Go and stand over there.”[/b] The boy did as he was told, moving quickly away. [b]“Now,”[/b] The Purple Man turned back to Dave [b]“why do you want her to pay you attention so badly?” [/b] [color=39b54a]“Because she makes me feel good,”[/color] he said “[color=39b54a]I like spending time with her, but I get all nervous when I try and tell her that.” [/color] The Purple Man nodded slowly[b] “Do you not think she’d appreciate you being upfront with her?” [/b] [color=39b54a]“Yeah, but I’m worried about what my friends would think.” [/color] Dave’s mates stood, gobsmacked, staring at him with wide-eyes. The Purple Man turned to face the girl. [b]“You can do so much better than these [i]wankers[/i].”[/b] He said plainly [b]“You deserve so much better.” [/b] The girl watched him, tears pearling down her cheeks, and leapt forwards, pulling the Purple Man into a tight embrace. [color=a187be]“T-thank you…”[/color] she sobbed [color=a187be]“you’re a good man.” [/color] [b]“No, I’m not.”[/b] said Zebediah Kilgrave, sadly, as he turned and walked away.