EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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"DO YOU know what the phrase 'good morning,' means, Diego?" Freya asked, staring at the disgusting murder scene in front of her. Blood ran down Elliot's face, a knife stabbed in his eye, one in his chest. She felt sick to her stomach. "Because this is definitely not a good morning."

Luther sighed, and covered Elliot up with a blanket. Diego shifted on his feet. "He was a good guy. Deserved better than this. Elliot must've been getting too close to the truth. It smells like the feds."

"No," Freya shook her head. "This is way too unprofessional for them."

"Yeah," Luther agreed. "If this was the federal government they would take him and question him not...do this. No, this is the work of a psychopath."

"Two," Freya corrected, eyeing the spot where Elliot was. "The knives each had a different blade and handle. Most killers stick to the same weapon. This had to be more than one person."

"Oga Foroga," Diego randomly said, and Freya followed his gaze down the stairs, her eyes widening once she saw three words written on the floor in blood. "That a name?"

"I'll look her up."

Freya stifled a sigh. "While you idiots do that, I'll go get us breakfast."

"No," Diego protested, grabbing her hand before she could start for the door. "It's too dangerous for you to be out on your own."

"For your information, I've been out on my own most of my life," she replied. "And if anyone tries anything I'll just...freeze their nuts off."

Diego reluctantly released her hand. "Fine. But if anything happens to you, I'm gonna kill you."

Freya made her way downtown to the familiar diner, and the bell went off as she walked in. It was still fairly early in the day, so there weren't many people there. Elizabeth peered around the corner, her brows raising once she saw her standing there. She put her hands on her waist like a disappointed and angry mother, and Freya felt herself shrink back under her gaze. "Where the hell have you been?"

Freya offered her a smile, along with a small shrug. "Saving the world?"

"Well you better get your ass back here and start serving. We've been understaffed since you left. Let's get going."

"I'm not here for my job," Freya told her gently. "I'm...I have to leave soon. My brother is working on something to—um—to bring us back to our mom?" The horrible lie fell out of her mouth before she could stop it and think of something else. "So I'm here to say goodbye. For good. And also for pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs."

Elizabeth stared at her, unconvinced, before she called out the order to the chef behind her. "Alright then. But you're a shit liar, so you're gonna have to tell me everything before you leave this diner."

Freya bit her lip, before nodding. "Okay. Fine."

"So..." Elizabeth trailed off after Freya spilled everything. "Let me get this straight. You and the Hargreeves are a bunch of time travelers with magical powers and you're here to stop doomsday from happening?"

Freya took a sip from her coffee. "Pretty much, yeah."

"I find this quite hard to grasp," she admitted. Freya formed an ice ball in her hands without even thinking, and Elizabeth stared at her in shock. "Oh my God."

"Witch!" Someone yelled, and Freya jumped in her seat, only to find her least favorite customer—Edward staring at her with wide eyes. "Witch in the diner! I knew it! I was right!"