(𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗.) 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊
❝ SEND ME A COUPLE YEARS BACK. ❞

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After an unsuccessful meeting with their father, Diego was grateful enough to have support from his girlfriend who was waiting outside, along with the blue-eyed boy who immediately headed towards Luther, much to Five's surprise. Meanwhile, Poet had held Diego in her arms for a bit since she read his mind and saw what happened with his dad, causing him to be in a somewhat-of-a-closed-off mood.

Heading to Elliott's, Poet, Diego, Paris, and Luther marched up the stairs and headed inside the house with both Paris and Luther eating and chatting quietly and Diego unbuttoning his shirt while tossing the keys somewhere. Poet was just awkward since she couldn't handle the awkward tension.

Poet started walking away from the three, but stopped in her tracks at noticing that there was blood on the ground. Diego saw her stopping and stepped closer to her side, looking was she was looking at.

He gently slapped Luther on the back, catching his attention. "Blood."

They walked closer to it while Paris did a quick look outside, trying to see if he can catch anything. He came back a second later and shook his head to the three. Luther had kneeled and touched the blood with his finger, rubbing it, while Poet had grabbed the keys she had found.

"Shit," Luther mumbled.

"Elliott?" Diego called out.

Diego went one way with Poet and Luther and Paris went another. But Luther and Paris approached what seemed like a body—it was confirmed it was—in a chair and waited until the couple appeared.

"Diego? Poet?"

The couple walked towards the towards the two staring at a body and Poet sighed when she noticed it was Elliott with a pencil inserted in his eye. She couldn't bare to look at him, memories of when she had killed people with pencils appearing in her head. She stopped in her tracks, though, when she noticed below them some words.

"Holy shit," she mumbled, attracting the attention from the three behind her. They walked towards her and Diego placed a hand on her back while he eyed the bloody letters.

"Öga för öga..."

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The next day, none of the four could sleep. Paris, on the other hand, slept for some hours before being woken up by the sun shining on his face. He had completely forgotten about the dead body and only remembered when he was eating and passed by the three adults watching Diego take out one of his knives from Elliott's chest.

"I can't believe Elliott's dead," Luther said, covering the body with a sheet.

"He was a good guy," Diego agreed.

Poet sighed and nodded. "He deserves better than this."

"Yeah," Luther agreed.

"Elliott must've been getting too close to the truth," Diego said, eyeing the bloody letters. "It smells like the feds."

The other three furrowed their eyebrows and Poet watched her boyfriend with a concerned look at hearing his words.

"What?" Luther questioned. "Are you out of your mind? Diego, if this was the federal government, they would take him somewhere and question him. They wouldn't... do this. No, this is the work of a psychopath." He looked at Poet. "Can you read his mind?"

"I wish I could," she breathed out, rubbing her forehead. "But, I can't do that with dead people."

"I also can't heal them," Paris said as soon as he saw Luther looking at him. "I would've done it already, but we both have learnt about our powers in a bad way."

"'Oga Foroga," they turned and looked at Diego. "That a name?"

Luther walked towards him. "'Oga Foroga'," he repeated, sniffing and turned to look at his brother. "I'll look her up."

Poet and Paris watched the two head towards the phone book and she rolled her eyes. "Babe, I—"

"Holy shit, I found her," Luther cut her off.

"Diego—"

"'Olga Foroga'," Luther continued, cutting off Paris. "That must be her."

"Diego—"

"Call the bitch," Diego said, apologizing to the girl for his language before raising a finger up, indicating that she should wait for a moment. Poet huffed irritatedly.

"On it."

When the rotary phone started dialing, the two had heard a sigh on the floor below. But just as they were about to go check who it was, Five appeared and had checked on the body his brother had covered.

"Okay..." Luther said before saying softly, "It's ringing."

"These two idiots," Paris sighed, shaking his head.

"Uh, hello, Olga?" Luther questioned. He turned to whisper to Diego. "It's her. She sounds old. What should I say?"

"Just..." Diego rapidly twirled his finger, telling him to continue.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Um, I was just wondering—what? My name? Is, uh, Luther Hargreeves, and—" Diego snatched the phone.

"You killed one of ours, Olga," Poet chuckled softly and covered her mouth to not let out any sound, "now we're coming for you. You will be dead by nightfall."

"Hey!" Five called out to the two. "It's Öga För Öga, idiots. Swedish for "an eye for an eye". It means the Swedes killed Elliott."

"We should've pieced that together," Paris mumbled it his aunt, who nodded and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Wrong number," Diego said on the phone, a fake smile plastered on his face. "Have a lovely day."

Five sputtered and the Capulets stared at him confusedly when they saw blood staining everything of him.

"We would've gotten there."

"Eventually."

"Yeah."

"We tried telling you two," Paris shrugged.

"You two speak Swedish?" Luther asked.

"We speak 10 languages," Poet explained. "Part of what my parents made me do and I taught Paris."

"What can't you do woman?" Diego mumbled, staring at his girlfriend before turning to look at his brother who let out a sigh while taking his jacket off.

"Uh, you have some blood on you," Luther commented.

"A lot of blood, actually."

They watched Five leave and Paris furrowed his eyebrows as he heard Luther question him. "Five, what did you do?"

Not receiving an answer and instead a slam of the door, the four stared at each other.

"So," Luther started, "we need to change... and eat because I'm hungry."

"I'll deal with the food," Paris nodded.

"And I'll deal with getting changed," Diego said, grabbing Poet. "We're gonna change real quick."

The two left to change and Poet furrowed her eyebrows, tugging on her boyfriend's hand. He looked at her and stared at her confusedly as to why she stopped.

"Can I maybe tell Five if he can send me a couple years back so I can meet young JFK?" She asked. Diego just continued to give her a confused look.

"Why?"

"Because he was so hot," Poet grinned and he rolled his eyes, tugging her again. "Hey, I'm just saying... maybe he'll fall in love with me."

"No, because you already have someone who is in love with you and that someone is me."

"Yeah, but young JFK..."

"Poet."

"Fine..."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

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