EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

07

CHAPTER SEVEN

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"YOU DO know that killing these people is not gonna make you feel any better," Klaus was telling Diego from the front seat as he sluggishly laid his head against the window. They were parked behind an ice cream truck outside of a pretty shitty motel. They managed to follow the guy who Freya was assuming went by Hazel.

"Yeah...but when it's done I'll sleep like a baby."

"Sure you will," the other boy replied, and Freya snorted from the backseat.

"You're seriously not just gonna waltz in there, are you? I mean these people are highly trained professionals. No offense, Diego, but they're gonna kick your ass. In fact, they already did."

"They killed Patch," he said sharply, his head snapping over towards the back so that he was facing her. "I'm going to avenge her."

"Right, because if I died, I totally would want my ex-boyfriend slaughtering the people who murdered me. It would truly make me feel much better. Face it, you're doing this for revenge for yourself, not for Patch."

Diego huffed, his eyes now trained on Hazel who had just stepped out from his hotel room, an ice bucket in his hands. Diego went to grab the door handle to open it, before Freya snagged him by the wrist and he shot a glare in her direction. "What?"

"Just be safe," she told him gently, dropping his arm as she fell back into her seat.

Surprisingly, he grinned. "Don't worry. I have a plan. Just wait in the car."

The two watched as he made his way towards the building, and Klaus suddenly snickered, glancing back Freya's way. "He's gonna get himself killed."

"I know."

"I mean, those people literally tortured me! If anyone knows what to expect, it's me."

"I know."

"Is that all you're gonna say?"

Freya felt a smirk forming on her face. "Let's follow him."

"Yes! I knew you were my favorite for a reason."

She blinked in surprise. "Wait, really?"

"Well, yeah," Klaus shrugged as they both stepped out of the car.

"Huh. I've never been anyone's favorite before."

"Yeah, me either."

"You're mine."

Klaus slung an arm around her shoulder. "That makes me feel better."

Freya grunted. "Yeah, I bet."

"So what's the plan here, big guy?" he questioned once they were close enough for Diego to hear them.

"I told you to stay in the car."

"Yeah, but you also told me that licking a nine-volt battery would give me pubes."

Freya nearly laughed at the statement, and she glanced between the two of them. "Jesus."

"We were eight," Diego defended. Klaus took a swig out of his vodka bottle, before going to step forward, only for Diego to put an arm on his chest. "For once in your life, I need you to listen to me. For both of you to listen to me."

"Diego, you're annoying," Freya told him, struggling against his grip as he dragged the two of them back down the stairs. "Not the hair! Diego, we've talked about this! You know I have a sensitive scalp." She swatted his arm away, and she caught a slight grin appear on his lips before he grew serious again.

"Now go back to the car," he instructed. "And if I don't come back in two minutes, that means I'm probably dead."

"I'm not going to sit here and watch you die," Freya cut in. "It's not happening. This is a bad idea."

"Good thing you won't be watching, then."

"Diego!" She snapped, shoving his shoulder.

"Look, if that happens, go get help."

Sighing, Klaus slowly nodded, and she felt him tug on her arm as he led the two of them back to the car. Freya kept her gaze on Diego, who didn't leave from the spot they were just standing at until after they'd gotten back inside of the car.

When a small blue car turned from around the corner, the hairs on the back of Freya's neck stood up. And without registering what she was doing, she was running back towards the hotel as gunshots fired from behind her, she hurriedly pulled a stunned Diego out of the way. The two ducked behind a wall, and she quickly took notice of the blood oozing out from one of his forearms.

"Oh my God, your arm," she muttered, meeting his eyes again. "You should've listened to me, dickhead." Diego scowled at her. Klaus quickly appeared at the top of the stairs, just as Diego began to run down them.

"They're getting away!" He yelled, chasing after the vehicle that sped in the opposite direction. "Get in the car," Diego ordered, ignoring Freya's protests. His shoulders sagged, and she followed his gaze. One of his tires had been punctured flat.

"Is this all apart of your master plan?" Klaus mocked.

"Shut up."

"Guys," Freya interrupted, smacking Klaus by the arm to get his attention while staring at the large, box shaped vehicle a few feet away. "The ice cream truck."

"Go faster!" Diego demanded from the passenger seat, as both Hazel and Cha-Cha came intro view. Freya's eyes widened once she saw two more familiar faces appear. Luther, along with Five, were standing on the side of the road. Bullets ricocheted off the truck, and they all instinctively ducked their heads.

The car suddenly shook violently at a collision, and Freya flew forward in her seat, and she was almost positive she would've gone through the windshield if it weren't for the two strong arms that quickly snaked around her waist. She was pulled back onto a hard chest, and she opened her eyes—which she squeezed shut out of fear—to meet Diego's dark gaze.

"Huh," Freya mused, stunned. "Thanks."

"Yeah," he replied, dropping his hands. "No problem."

The three of them made their way out of the ice cream truck, and Luther met them halfway. His gaze landed on the glass shard that had stuck itself in Freya's thigh. She hadn't even felt it up until then, honestly. He helped her limp to his car, and once they were safely inside, he sped away.

"That's nasty!" Klaus shouted, pointing to her bleeding leg. She shot him a look as she tore off a piece of her sleeve. With the purse of her lips, she yanked the shard out from her leg, wiping at her eyes as she did so.

"You okay back there?" Luther questioned once he heard her shout of pain.

"Totally fine," Freya lied, tying the piece of cloth tightly around her thigh to stop the bleeding. "I do this everyday."

"What? Deal with two chaotic morons, or pull out glass from thighs?"

"Both," Freya answered, still wincing. "I mean, I am a nanny."

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author's note:

rewritten as of 2/5/22