Oracle

Chapter Twenty Two- Why Are You Covered In Blood?

"I know," Diego said solemnly as he held her arms with more force to get her to stop moving.

"I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't-" Cass' top lip quivered as she ran out of energy. Even her tears seemed to stop falling. Her body relaxed into Diego's grip. He adjusted his arms and let her body fall against his, stopping her from dropping to the floor.

"I know," Diego repeated as Cass sobbed silently into his shoulder, "I know."

*

Diego sighed as he came back into the sitting room from sitting with Cass in the bedroom, letting her cry herself out. He looked over at Luther and the two of them shared a sombre look. Elliot was a good man. He'd been a little weird, sure, but he'd helped them when no one else would have and they owed a lot to him. He deserved better than this.

"Should we burry him?" Luther asked, sighing and turning over a bloodied sofa cushion before slumping down.

"In the morning," Diego nodded, "Go get a sheet, we should cover him at least."

"Why do I have to get a sheet?"

"Because you didn't just sit with our grieving sister for an hour and half while she cried herself to sleep!"

Diego locked eyes with Luther.

"Yeah okay," he said at last and clapped his hands against his legs as he stood up.

*

There wasn't a lot of sleeping that night. Every time Cass managed to cry herself to sleep she would wake up with tear stained cheeks a few hours later and, unable to keep herself from tears, would stay up sobbing. She didn't fall asleep properly until sunrise.

Diego was already up the time Luther emerged into the sitting room. Blood had seeped through the white sheet but it was less disturbing than leaving Elliot's body exposed. It was still enough to put Luther off his breakfast.

"You're up," Diego said blandly as Luther lingered in the doorway. Luther nodded, his eyebrows furrowed as if to say "Yes...obviously". Diego turned around to fully face him, leaning back against the bannister at the top of the stairs, "Look," he said and beckoned Luther over, "I didn't notice this yesterday on account of... well, you know."

"Cass?" Luther said even though they both knew, "Yeah. She finally asleep?"

Diego nodded.

"What's this?" Luther asked, looking down to the first floor where, in giant letters and written in blood, were the words 'Oga Foroga', "Who's Oga Foroga?"

"No idea," Diego admitted, "But it's gotta be like a calling card. Like whoever did this wants us to know."

Luther shrugged as if to say "as good an idea as any."

"I'll look her up," he said and crossed the room to where the phone book was.

*

"Okay..." Luther mumbled as he flicked through the pages until he reached the F section, "Holy shit, she's in here."

"What, really?" Diego asked, peering over Luther's massive shoulder to where Luther was pointing. Sure enough there was a number for Olga Foroga, "What kind of assassin has their number in the phone book?" Diego scoffed as Luther dialled up the number. Luther shrugged by way of answering and held the phone up to his ear.

"It's ringing," he whispered to Diego to keep him in the loop. Both of them were so distracted by the phone, they didn't hear Five teleport in and discover the body.