A sharp scream made my eyes snap open and my body spring up immediately. I thought I was just dreaming until I heard another cry of pain coming from down the hall. I quickly stood up from the Elliot's guest bed and made my way towards the door. I phased my head through the door slowly and glanced down the hallway to see two of the three Swedes.

The one man was holding Elliot up by his neck, choking the air out of the poor man. I could see that they must have beat Elliot up a bit because his nose was bleeding. "Where is Diego?" The Swede asked in a thick accent.

"I don't.. I don't-" Elliot struggled to complete his sentence because of the lack of air he was breathing. "I don't know!" One of his hands was trying to free himself from the choke hold, while the other was holding onto the Swedish man's arm.

Elliot was punched twice in the face. I saw blood spill out of his bleeding noses.

The Swede dropped Elliot to the ground and then the two brothers grabbed his arms. They dragged him over to a chair that stood on the overhang of his building.

"Where is he?" The Swede asked again.

"I told you!" Elliot whimpered. "I don't know!"

I phased all the way through the door and began to creep down the hallway. I couldn't let the Swedes hurt Elliot anymore than they already had.

"Say 'ahh'," the Swede cooed as he pried Elliot's mouth open. The other brother held a pair of pliers in his hand and began to walk over to Elliot, who was being tied down in his own chair.

I continued to tiptoe down the long, dark hallway. I had to be quick but quiet if I wanted to save Elliot. I was outnumbered and possibly out skilled. The Swedes beat Five, Diego, and I pretty bad last time, but there were three of them at the moment. Now, there were only two for some reason.

As soon as I took a step out of the hall, I received a quick punch right into the side of my face. I was knocked onto the floor instantly. My hands shot up to rub my sore jaw as my head turned in the direction of where I was attacked. "You again," I breathed in disbelief.

It was the black figure who had been following me around.

"Who are you?" I asked angrily. I could feel my blood beginning to boil. I was sick and tired of this person and their creepy nonsense. I wanted answers and I wanted them now.

Unfortunately, the only answer I received was a kick in my chest. I winced in pain and tried to crawl backwards, but my attacker moved with me and continued to send their red boots flying into me. Kick after kick, I could feel myself gasping for air. I was much too tired and slow to fight much or concentrate on using my powers.

The faceless figure grabbed my ankle and began dragging me across the floor and towards the Swedes, who paid no attention to me as they tortured Elliot. I felt my vision begin to blur. I felt sharp pains in my chest from all of the hits I had just endured. I coughed for air as my body was dragged towards Elliot.

The person dressed in black grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I was in so much pain that I was basically being moved around like a rag doll. The black figure pulled my arms behind my back as they attached a thick handcuff around my wrists. I heard the strange cuff click, locking me into place. It was unlike any handcuff I had ever seen in my life.

I tried to phase through the metal but I couldn't. My powers weren't working at all. I was unsure if it was due to my poor condition or the technologically advanced handcuffs around my wrist.

"You try anything and we kill you too," the Swede threatened me. He wore a malicious smirked. "Now, watch your friend die."

The faceless figure held my head up with their gloves hands, making sure my eyes were glued to Elliot as I watched the Swedes rip out his teeth with pliers. Elliot screamed and shook violently. His body thrashed in the seat as blood poured out of his mouth.

"Stop!" I screamed. I tried to move forward and stand up, but the person holding me slapped me across the face. My cheek stung from the hit but I ignored the pain. "Don't hurt him! Please!" I begged the two men but they wouldn't listen. "He's innocent! He has nothing to do with any of this!"

"Keep your mouth shut!" The Swede spat angrily at me. I flinched as his head whipped around towards mine.

His brother held up pulled Diego's knife out of his pocket and held it high above Elliot's chest. "This is payback for killing our brother!" He raged.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Your brother?" I repeated. "I didn't kill him!"

"Not you!" The other brother shouted. "Diego!"

I shook my head. "No, you're wrong!" I exclaimed. "Diego didn't kill your brother! He was with me the whole-!"

"NOT ANOTHER WORD!" The Swedish brother hissed. He was directly in front of me now with Diego's knife dangerously close to my throat. I could feel to sharp edge of the blade on my skin. "Do you want to end up dead like your friend?" My eyes glanced at the knife and then to him. I didn't move or say a single word. "That's what I thought," he remarked.

The tip of the blade was removed from my throat as he backed away and walked over to Elliot. I let out a shaky breath. The poor man had fallen unconscious from the intense pain. He would most likely go into shock within a few moments.

Suddenly, the Swede stabbed Diego's knife into Elliot's chest, killing him once and for all. He turned back to me with a stone cold expression as he warned me, "You're next."

The two Swedes made their way downstairs as the faceless figure let go of their hold on me. My body was frozen as I stared at Elliot with glassy eyes. I was completely petrified from fear.

★・・・★・・・★

"Elliot!" Diego called out. I heard his footsteps, along with another set, enter the building. "Alexa!"

"Uh, Diego?" Luther said. I could feel his gaze on me but my eyes were glued to Elliot.

Diego suddenly appeared before me with Luther by his side. "Holy shit." The two men quickly walked over to the gory scene. "Kid, what the hell happened?"

"They killed him," I said emotionlessly. "They killed Elliot."

Diego grabbed onto my arm and helped me stand up. Once I got to my feet, I hesitantly tore my eyes away from my dead friend. "Are you alright?" Diego asked. "Did they hurt you?"

"I'm fine," I replied simply. "I couldn't save him though. This person.. they attacked me.. handcuffed me. I was forced to watch them torture Elliot."

"Here," Luther said. He motioned towards my handcuffs. "Let me help with those." I held my wrists up to him. Luther was easily able to rip both cuffs off of my arms. As he tossed the metal to the side, I rubbed my bruised wrists.

"They- They said it was your fault. They said that you were the reason Elliot was being killed," I told him. "Please don't tell me this was because of you, Diego."

The man shook his head. "I didn't do anything," he admitted. I had a feeling that he was telling the truth.

Luther covered Elliot's face with a blue blanket. "I can't believe Elliot's dead," he breathed.

"He was a good guy," Diego said mournfully. The three of us stared at his dead body. "He deserved better than this. Elliot must've been getting too close to the truth. It smells like the feds."

"What? Are you out of your mind?" Luther asked. "Diego, if this was the federal government, they would take him somewhere and question him. They wouldn't.. do this. This is the work of a psychopath," Luther sighed. Diego walked over to the railing and stared at the message written in blood.. Elliot's blood.

"Oga Foroga," Diego read aloud. "That a name?"

Luther's brows furrowed as he joined his side and stared at the words on the floor. "Olga Foroga," he repeated. "I'll look her up."

The three of us walked into the kitchen. I sat down on a chair at the end of the small table. I was still in shock of what I had witnessed last night. I felt so empty and void of emotion. I had seen the deaths of other people—even caused some myself—but I had never done something so violent and brutal before.

Luther grabbed the book of names and addresses and began flipping through the pages. "Holy shit, I found her," he exclaimed. "Olga Foroga." He scoffed in disbelief. "That must be her name."

"Call the bitch," Diego demanded.

Luther nodded curtly. "On it." He pulled the phone off the wall and began spinning the dial for her number. "It's ringing!" He paused for a moment as the women picked up the phone. "Uh, hello, Olga?" He moved the phone away from his mouth as he whispered to Diego. "It's her. She sounds old. What should I say?" Diego just made an indescribable hand motion, which somehow, Luther was able to understand. "Excuse me, ma'am, um, I was just wondering- What? My name? Uh, Luther Hargreeves."

Diego shook his head and grabbed the phone out of Luther's hand. "You killed one of ours, Olga, now we're coming after you. You will be dead by nightfall."

"Hey," Five said. His sudden appearance made me jump slightly. "It's 'Öga För Öga,' idiots." He took his blazer off as he spoke, "Swedish for 'an eye for an eye.' It means the Swedes killed Elliot."

Diego and Luther's faces dropped simultaneously. "Wrong number," Diego spoke into the phone again. "Have a lovely day." Then, he hung up.

"We would've gotten there," Luther reasoned.

"Eventually," Diego said with a shrug. He turned around to face me with a confused expression. "Uh, kid, I think you forgot to mention a pretty big detail in your story."

"Well, excuse me, Diego," I remarked with growing anger. "Sorry that I was just forced to watch Elliot DIE, while you two dumbasses were jumping to obscure conclusions and threatening old ladies!"

"Yo, Five, I think you need to have a little 'chit-chat' with your girlfriend about her attitude issues," Diego exclaimed. He stood right in front of my face. The two of us wore matching expressions of irritation as we stared each other down.

"And possibly her storytelling," Luther added.

I rolled my eyes at the two men. "You guys basically share the same braincell," I muttered.

I finally turned towards Five, whose face was covered in bright red blood. His clothes were also stained with the same crimson color. Was it weird that I found this to be attractive? Maybe Klaus was right when he was questioning me the other day at the hair salon..

"Uh, you have some blood on you," Luther pointed out the obvious.

"A lot of blood, actually," Diego added.

Five ignored the two of them as he walked into another room.

"Five, what did you do?" Luther asked skeptically.

"I found a way home," he replied, dodging the question as he cleaned the blood off of his face.

"What?" Luther asked. He completely forgot about what he had asked before. "How?"

"All the details are irrelevant," Five replied. I watched as he put on a new tie. "I made a deal to get back to our timeline."

"What about doomsday?" Diego asked.

"Won't happen," Five stated.

"And the 2019 apocalypse?" Diego added.

Five walked out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. "Everything will be back to normal, alright? Now, no more questions."

"You made a deal with the devil, didn't you?" I spoke up.

Five shrugged his shoulders. "Basically."

"Don't think I won't make you tell me later," I said, standing up.

"Oh, I know you will," Five admitted with a smirk. He turned back to his brothers. "We gotta go. We have to find the others, so Luther, you get Allison. Diego, Klaus. Lexa and I will get Vanya." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the other room as he put his blazer on again. "Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in seventy-seven minutes." Five picked up two watches and handed them to his brothers. "Here. I've synchronized these watches."

"Okay," Luther said. "Let's do this."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on," Diego interrupted. "You show up drenched in blood and expect us to believe everything's gonna go back to normal if we go home now?"

"Elliot just got killed because of us," Five exclaimed.

"What about Dad?" Diego asked. "What about JFK?"

"Diego, we have a chance to go home and make things right," Five stated. "We are taking it."

"Seriously, Diego, get over your strange love and fascination with the president," I remarked. "It's getting kind of weird now."

"I'll get over JFK once you get over your fear of jello," Diego claimed. I narrowed my eyes at him, 'touché.' "I have to say goodbye to Lila," Diego spoke up again.

Five threw his hands up in the air. "Lila doesn't give a shit about you, Diego! She never did! She's one of them. She's a member of the Commission."

"No way," Diego said, refusing to believe the truth. "Not possible."

"She was just using you to get to me," Five said. "You're the Oswald of this story, my friend." He turned on his heel and walked off again, pulling me along with him. "The goddamned patsy!"

Diego still couldn't believe that Lila was apart of the Commission. I think he just didn't want to hear it from Five, at the very least. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING-"

Five let go of my hand and teleported directly in front of Diego. "If you don't do this, I'll kill you myself," Five warned his brother. "Got it?" Diego didn't say anything, only sighed and nodded, which was enough of a response for Five.

He turned away again and grabbed my hand, teleporting us out of Elliot's apartment building.