𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎

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Luther, Diego and Y/n all made their way up the stairs to Elliott's apartment, Diego unbuttoning his shirt as Y/n took the key out his front pocket.

Once opening the door, they all went inside, Y/n throwing the keys on the counter with a sigh. Luther almost instantly went into the cabinet to find something to eat. Diego was about to take his shirt off when he noticed something on the floor, making him frown as he put his shirt back over his shoulders.

He tapped Luther's arm, grabbing both his and Y/n's attention.

"Blood." Diego said, pointing at the few droplets of the familar red substance.

The three went over, Luther kneeling down and poking his finger in it "Shit."

Y/n picked up Elliott's set of keys that lay on the table, frowning "Elliott?" She called out.

Her and Diego shared a concerned look as Diego pulled out a knife. Diego wandered into another room, scoping it out.

Y/n then frowned and called out "Kira?"

Y/n and Luther noticed something in the dentist chair that Elliott owned. They wearily walked up to it, sending each other a few glances.

Y/n's hands threw to her mouth as she gasped. Elliott was sat in the chair, almost unrecognisable due to all the blood and dentistry tools that stuck out of his face.

"Diego?" Luther called out for him, making him walk over.

Diego's face dropped when he seen him. He kept his eyes on Elliott as he pulled Y/n close by her arm, his arms wrapping around her.

Y/n's fear for where Kira was only grew when she seen Elliott. There was no sign of her. No note. Nothing. She's gone.

Luther stepped back, leaning on the balcony when his eyes caught sight of something else.

"Holy shit." He mumbled, making Diego and Y/n turn and follow his eyes.

They looked over the balcony, seeing the ground covered in blood, spelling out the words: Öga För Öga.

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Sorry for the short chapters. I had a schedule and specific amount of chapters for each episode so that each season had the same amount of chapters, if that makes sense. So I had to get it back on track.

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