Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

33} Rallying The Troops

"Well?" They heard the Handler ask as she approached with her clacking heels. Five held the bag out to her without even looking, "Ah! AJ!" She started to cackle and coo at the little fish, "You know, you two are really starting to fill out those tight shorts and skirts of yours. Why so quiet? Thought you two would be buzzing after the morning's slaughter."
"All this killing..." Five shook his head, disgusted, "We're done with it."
"What? Am I supposed to take that seriously?" She took out a handkerchief and started to dab blood off of Five's face, which Jenna swatted away.
"What we did today," Five explained, "We did for our family. We did it to save the world."

"Please. Spare me your little assassin with the heart of gold routine, will you? Here," She handed them a briefcase, "Per our agreement, this will get you two and your siblings slash in-laws back to 2019. You have ninety minutes."
"What the fuck?" Jenna kicked the Handler as she walked away, "You said nothing about a time limit."
"Actually," She rubbed the back of her leg, "You have eighty-nine minutes and thirty seconds. Better hurry and not waste anymore time attacking me."
"This is impossible, okay?" Five groaned angrily, "My siblings are scattered across the city."
"Nothing's impossible," She smirked, "You proved that this morning when you killed the board."
"We need more time."
"Any more time, and people will start asking questions. The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we'll both be, so, ticktock, ticktock."
Jenna flipped her off before Five spatial jumped them back to Elliott's.
Oh, shit. Elliott! Fuck...

Jenna burst through the front doors of Elliott's place as soon as she appeared.
"Where is he?" Jenna screamed.
She saw a blanket draped over Elliott's dad's old dentist chair upstairs, so she ran as fast as she could to the top. Five followed behind her and slowly pulled back the blanket so Jenna wouldn't have to. Upon doing so, Elliott's body was revealed to be beaten and bloody. All of his teeth had been ripped from his mouth and he had multiple stab wounds along with a hefty puddle of blood under the chair to complement it. Jenna covered her mouth with her hand and started to cry all over again.
How could they do this to my sweet Elliott? He's never even killed a spider... he doesn't deserve this.

"Hey, Elliott?" Jenna heard Bill call from downstairs, "I got you some more film stuff that you asked for. Sorry I wasn't here last night I- What the fuck happened?" He dropped the bags he was carrying as soon as he saw the puddle of blood and Jenna crying.
Jenna wrapped her arms around Bill, willingly, and held onto him like he was going to disappear if she loosened her hold.
"He's gone..." Jenna cried, "I tried to help, but- but I couldn't."
"Ah, shit," Bill wrapped one arm around Jenna and dug the other in his hair, "I should've come last night, this is my fault-"
"I should've stayed last night," Jenna cut him off, looking up at him through blurry eyes, "It's not your fault, you would've just ended up dead too. I'm glad you weren't here. I know we've had some awkward moments the past couple of days, but I still care about you. You're family, Bill. I don't know what I would've done if I lost both of you."
Jenna pulled away from Bill after one last squeeze and wiped her eyes to fully take in the sight of her residence. As she looked down below, she saw Öga För Öga written in Elliott's blood on the floor.
Those Swedish bastards!

"Uh, hello, Olga?" Jenna looked behind her to see Luther staring at Diego while talking on the phone, "It's her. She sounds old. What should I say?"
"Just..." Diego urged him to continue.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Um, I was just wondering- what? My name? Is, uh, Luther Hargreeves, and-"
Diego took the phone from him, "You killed one of ours, Olga, now we're coming after you. You will be dead by nightfall."
"Hey," Five broke them up, "It's Öga För Öga, idiots."
"Yeah," Jenna sniffled, "It's Swedish for 'an eye for an eye'. The Swedes killed my dear Elliott, not Olga, or whoever the fuck you're harassing over the phone."