5. Chaos

"I am good, you know," Eliza says while letting her body fall down on the seat where Mor and her used to cuddle.

"I know that, silly," a voice says.

It's Jude.

Elisa asked her to come. She couldn't be alone tonight. She's afraid. She's hurt. She's even starting to get sick.

"You really don't," Elisa mumbles quietly so that her friend doesn't hear her.

"You should eat at least another slice," Jude insists, shoving the almost untouched pizza towards her. "You need to be strong now. For Morgana."

For Morgana.

"What if I can't, Jude?" Eliza doesn't take another slice. She only folds her arms over her chest while even more tears are starting to stream down her cheeks.

With an understanding smile upon her lips, Jude sits up from the other seat and joins Elisa on the other one.

"You can," she tells her broken friend. "You're one of the strongest people I know. You ran away from home at just fifteen years old because you were being abused. You started a whole life here. Believe me, you are so damn strong."

Because you were being abused.

It wasn't a complete lie, not really. The handler didn't exactly want to hurt her, only to make her stronger.

Sometimes Elisa wants to tell her friends the truth. The whole truth. But she doesn't dare to do so. She's afraid that they'll be frightened of her.

She might've fled the assassin life, but it's still in her blood. Her whole childhood she has been trained to kill and to fight. That won't disappear.

"Just stop thinking so high of me," Elisa sighs and looks down at her lap. "Stop thinking I'm strong. Stop thinking I'm anything good, really. I'm not worth it."

"Stop doing that," Jude smacks Eliza's arm, but not in a playful way. "Stop this nonsense. Stop blaming yourself! It is not your fault."

Elisa looks up at her friend that's now sitting next to her on the seat.

"It is my fault, Jude." More tears come. "Mor called me. She said she was being followed."

Till this day, Elisa has not said a word about what really happened. Only that Morgana never came.

Jude her lips part, completely shocked by the new information. The blood drains from her face as she prepares herself to hear more.

"I ran."  Elisa cries, not caring about looking like a wreck.

The handler would've ordered her to stop crying. Assassin do not cry. But Elisa is not a true assassin, never was. And so she lets herself cry.

"I ran so fast." Elisa doesn't have the strength to look at her friend's face anymore, so she looks at her lap once again. "But I was too late. She was gone. I mean... I didn't see any trace. She isn't dead."

"No," Jude sighs, trying to get herself together again. "Morgana isn't dead. I'm sure of it."

Jude doesn't know it for sure, not really, but Elisa does. Morgana is still breathing. But now Elisa is weeping in their apartment, while she should be finding out where Morgana is.

Ever since two days ago, the moment she almost got killed by Five Hargreeves, she couldn't stop thinking and wondering.

Morgana could be everywhere. Everywhere in the world. Everywhere in time.

It's hopeless.

That is, unless Elisa goes to Five once again.

How many times she thought about that, too. Yesterday she went to check if Five still came to the apartment.

He does not.

He left the apartment.

His hideout got discovered, he had to. But now Elisa doesn't know where to find him. Like Morgana, he could be everywhere.

But there still was a disappearance yesterday. A woman around the age of fifty. Elisa doesn't know why the handler needed her dead, or at the commission. It's all a mystery for her.

The fact that there are still disappearances without any clues to be found means that Five is still in town.

And Elisa just knows where he's heading next. When she was in his apartment, she noticed a flyer from a business party. It's a chique event that happens every year. Only the richest people of Toronto go there.

Five will be there, too. To kill, Elisa suspects.

But she will be there, too, ready to fight him again if necessary in order to get more answers out of him.

"Now, eat a damn slice," Jude smiles softly while grabbing a slice and putting it in Elisa's hands.

"All right, but only this one." Elisa tells her friend.

"That's good for me,"

When that slice is finished, Elisa eats another three.

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There's a lot of people. Many couples, but also many persons that came to the party alone. Many of them decided to dress up to catch others' eyes.

The amount of money that went into the clothing of all the people in here is uncountable. Dresses in all colors. Costumes especially in blue, white and black.

Elisa tries to get past the crowds, careful not to rip her favorite dress. It's stolen, of course. A long time ago, and the owner of it might even be here. Who knows? The elegant dress is ruby red, and it flows down to the ground. Her legs might not be showing, but her whole back is free of any fabric. The center front is also quite showing.

Elisa is young to be here, yes, but certainly not the youngest. Some couples have brought their kids, probably to gloat how amazing they've are.

There are beautiful diamond lusters hanging on the ceiling, distracting Elisa for a few seconds before accepting a glass of orange juice. Everything and everyone is breathtaking, really, but Elisa is not there to look around.

She's here to face Five Hargreeves once again.

And he's here. Elisa has been watching him ever since she stepped foot in here. Fortunately, he hasn't seen her yet. Maybe she'd already be dead.

Five is talking to a very slim woman who's voice sounds that loud that everyone in the room can hear it. With an annoyed expression upon his face and his arm leaning on the table full of drinks and food, Elisa can tell that he is not here for that woman. He's here for someone else.

Who, Elisa does not know. Not yet.

In one time, Elisa drinks her glass full of juice, and she doesn't even hesitate to go to the table next to Five to grab a glass of champagne.

He notices her the moment she passes the people without touching a single body. With a careful eye, he watches her as she takes a glass of champagne.

She knows that he's watching her. With a burning hatred showing in her eyes, Elisa makes eye contact with the assassin.

Again, he doesn't look phased, but she can see that he didn't expect her. Marvelous. A smirk appears on Elisa's face as the woman notices his sudden change and decides to leave.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Five barks as his nose scrunches up. His eyes narrow while grabbing her wrist forcefully.

Elisa her mood doesn't change like his did. She doesn't even react to his brutal way of taking her to the side of the room.

"You looked bored,' Elisa tilts her head, the smirk only growing. "Thought you could use a surprise. So here I am. Do you think it's too late to say surprise?"

"Everything was going rather well," he rolls his eyes.

"Really?" Elisa chuckles, letting her eyes fall on the woman who's now standing a little further. "I couldn't tell."

With a satisfied feeling rising inside her, she drinks the alcohol. A dizzy feeling hits her, but it doesn't phase her. She never lost control or got too dizzy because of alcohol. She did get drunk, but it was always different than "normal" people. People without powers get drunk so, so, so easily. Elisa doesn't. Thanks to the literal bomb she is.

"I can't have you here, not now. Another time I would've fought you with pleasure, but not now." Five shakes his head fiercely, truly not wanting her here.

"Because you've got to kill?"

"Precisely," he tells her, making sure nobody except Elisa heard him. "Go away."

"You know I'm not going to do that," she shrugs. "I'm going to enjoy my evening. And that means that I don't want to see any blood spilled."

With an eyeroll, Five shoves Elisa to his side again. He takes the glass out of her hands, too, making her glare at him.

"Why'd you do that? I like a good drink!" she protests.

"You should stay sober," he tells her. "There's a murderer in here."

"No shit," Elisa murmurs, but Five heard her. That is clear when he rolls his eyes another time.

With another shove, Five pushes Elisa against the wall, far away from her glass and other people. Then he walks away, not saying a single word more.

Astonished by his unbelievable behaviour, Elisa stands there. Her eyes follow him through through the room. He smoothly passes everyone, avoiding conversation. You'd think that his eyes are on the dancing people around him, but they are not.

His eyes are scanning the sides of the room. He doesn't even react when his eyes find Elisa once again. They continue scanning everything and everyone else.

He looks like a sheepdog, looking around to protect his herd.

With an annoyed groan, Elisa walks away from the wall that she was pushed against. Perhaps it's just because she doesn't want to listen to Five, or maybe she truly just wants to finally have a little fun. The drink didn't help, with her power and all. Now she's going to look for a little fun elsewhere.

The dancefloor.

There are many dancing. Old and young. Men and woman. Together or apart. It does not matter. They're enjoying the music and the movements that they make on it.

It's beautiful, Elisa thinks as she joins all of them. With eyes gleaming with mischief, she spins, only doing so in order to check if Five is watching her now. And he is. His eyes cold, but they are on her.

Elisa didn't listen to him. But she doesn't listen to anyone anymore. Only to herself.

She sends him a smile, knowing it'll only anger him even more.

Her dress trails around her legs while continuing dancing through the room. She twirls, twirls, and twirls. She twirls until she's in front of Five.

Still with the mischievous smile on her lips, she faces him.

"Why don't you leave the killing for one evening and join the fun?" Elisa tries, needing him to tire so that it'll be easier to win when a fight would erupt between the two. She needs to win, no matter what. Only by winning she will gain the information she so desperately needs.

She waits patiently for his answer, when screams sound behind her. People flee off the dancefloor. They pass her as more screams fill her and Five's ears.

Elisa's eyes narrow at Five. He couldn't have killed someone already? Would he simply have hid the body? Is it found?

A shot is fired.

At least now Elisa knows it wasn't Five.

She turns around, wanting to see who it is. In a quick movement she sees another man. He isn't far away, no, he's standing on the now empty dancefloor.

Just now Elisa notices that she's the only one that did not flee, and he just noticed that, too. With his eyes trained on her, and hers on him, he points his gun at her.

Elisa could use her power, but she won't. She doesn't know how it works. She doesn't even want to know how her power works. The only thing Elisa does know is how to control it. And she does, every moment of the day.

She has done so her whole life. That long, that she doesn't know how to not control it.

How she wishes that the gun pointed at her didn't scare her, but it does. It does scare her. That's what angers her even more. She is afraid.

The chaos has lessened. The room is now empty except for a few.

"That's the murderer you meant..." Elisa whispers when a shot is heard once again.

A pang fills Elisa's ears. Her eyes close, but only because she's that afraid. It doesn't take long until she feels a gnawing pain in her lower belly.

She falls to her knees and moans in pain, all while watching the man who shot her smile happily. He caused her pain, he knows it, and he damn loves it.

Other times she'd make him pay. But this time, she cannot do such thing. She's too hurt, too wounded.

Now that her legs collapsed underneath her, Elisa's hands touch her lowed belly, but she does not look. She's afraid of looking at her own blood. She's afraid of looking at the wound that might be the end of her.

Her ruby red dress colors red even more. But this isn't some juice spilled on her dress, this is blood. Her blood.

Elisa knows what will happen now. The man will come.

The man comes.

The man will gloat.

The man gloats as she falls on her back.

His smile widens when he watches the color of her face drain. She's bleeding to death, she knows that, too.

"Chaos," the man whispers and continues to do so as if starting to go crazy. There must be a lot of chaos in his head. He truly is mad.

"Fuck you." Elisa narrows her eyes at him, only to moan in pain afterwards.

His head jerks towards her again. With a glare, he watches her closely. He watches how the life already starts to drain out of her.

Elisa wants to repeat swearing at him. She wants to do so much more. He deserves it.

That's why she's sighing in relief when he too falls on his knees after another shot is fired.

"Thanks God!" Elisa allows herself to smile as she watches Five check if he hit the man exactly where he wanted to. She thinks he did, hopes he did.

She hopes the man is dead.

If she still had the energy, she'd ask Five if the man is dead. But she doesn't.

Her body can't. She can't.

When she realizes that, her eyes close.