Life as We Know it [Five]

Sixteen

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I can't believe Elliott's dead." Luther said, covering the man with a blanket after Diego pulled the knife from his body. "He was a good guy. 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? 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."

"Two of them actually." Emery said. He was sitting down hands resting on his thighs, his head hung as he listened to the two brothers banter. He raised his head and looked at them. "The Swedes got Elliott and they got Marianna." He said.

"Who was Marianna?" Diego asked.

"She was like Patch." Emery forced out. "We were roommates, shared a room together to get by." He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at it because he needed to do something. "She was the only person I had."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Diego said. "We'll murder those bastards and get revenge." He said, going over to the banister and looking down. "Öga Föröga." He said a moment later, fists clenching at his sides.

Emery frowned and joined Diego and Luther at the banister. Below, there was the words drawn in blood on the floor. He must have been too disoriented to notice it when he first entered.

"That a name?" Diego asked.

"Huh." Luther said. "I'll look her up." He said, moving away from the railing and into the kitchen where he grabbed the yellow book and scanned the names for Öga Föröga.

"I don't think it's a name." Emery said, eyebrows drawn.

"Well, what else could it be?" Luther said, tapping a ceryain point in the book. "I found her. That must be her."

"Call the bitch." Diego scoffed.

"Did you guys not listen to me? Those Swedish brothers did this." Emery said, hate lacing into his words.

"Really?" Luther asked, lowering the phone  as he listened to Emery. "Oh, shit. It's ringing." He cursed, lifting it up to his ear. "Uh, what should I say?" He asked, eyes flashing between Emery and Diego who was urging him to go on. "Excuse me, ma'am. Um, I was just wondering-- What? My name? Is uh, Luther Hargreeves, and--" Before he could finish, Diego snatched the phone Lutrher and held it to his ear.

Emery just facepalmed, burrying his head in his hands to block out the world and taking a deep breath when Marianna's face flashed before his eyes.

"You killed one of ours, Olga, now we're coming after you. You will be dead by nightfall." Diego threatened.

"Hey." Emery heard Five's voice say. His head sprung up. "It's Öga Föröga, idiots. Swedish for 'an eye for an eye'. It means the Swedes killed Elliott." Five said, shrugging out of his blood soaked jacket.

A sheepish smile overtook Diego's face as he turned back to the wrong phone call. "Wrong number. Have a lovely day." He said and hung up. "So Emery was right after all." He admitted.

"He knew? Why the hell didn't you listen to him?" Five said.

"He's well-" Luther trailed off, looking helplessly at Emery.

"He's what?" Emery demanded. "Just because I've seen two people I considered friends die today, I'm still capable of seeing the obvious unlike you two!"

"Two?" Five questioned before his face turned ashen. "Emery-"

Emery just sniffed and shook his head. "Yeah."