7. The Toddler Who Killed Her Family

The clothes fit well. They smell of dust, but it's all right for now. That isn't Elisa's problem. Getting them on was. It hurt.

It's been a few minutes since Five left. She has heard a familiar sound while he was gone. A too familiar sound. Five got his next order. His next person to kill.

After that sound, it did not take long for him to enter the bedroom again. Elisa wants to ask him. She wants to know who he's going to kill. But that's not what's important right now.

She still has to find out where Morgana is.

"You're looking rather shaky," she says, making Five look at her. His hands are indeed shaking softly.

"The clothes are fitting well," He ignores her comment. He then slowly slenters to the seat where Elisa's seated once again. "Tell me, are you going to bother me again after today?"

There's more behind that question. That's as clear as it can be.

"Probably," Elisa shrugs. "I'll stop the moment you tell me where Mor is, though."

"Right," he smiles softly. "Morgana, the girl."

Five doesn't sit down next to her, instead he walks to the backside of the seat. Just when he's directly behind Elisa, he stops.

"What if I tell you something else," he says, leaning his arms on the back of the seat. He closes the space that's between their faces drastically, and Elisa stops breathing for a second. "There's no way you can help her anymore."

Elisa's eyes widen. She flinches away from him. It doesn't take long until she standing again, not bothering to even groan in pain from her wound.

"I'll do whatever I can to get her back," she tells Five in a low tone, meant to threaten him. "I only need her location, and then I'll be off. It's that fucking simple."

"You're wrong there," Five points his finger at her, seeming rather amused.

The mood has changed enormously. Both know and can feel it. There's danger in the air. The rivalry is back.

"That isn't fucking simple," he touches his lips. "I can't give you the location."

"Then I will continue bothering you. I will do absolutely everything in my power to stop you from killing anyone. That is, until you tell me where Morgana Davis is."

"In your state? You won't be able to stop even a single thing. You'll be moaning in pain, and then you'll cry when someone dies." he growls.

How quick things have changed.

"You think I won't be able to handle the pain?" she exclaims, finding this hilarious. "Oh, please. I've been raised with pain. I've learned to control pain. Pain does not bother me anymore."

A chuckle escapes Five's lips. He does not believe her.

Elisa would jump at him right now. She would if she had a handy weapon. But she does not. No knife. Nothing.

He probably does, though. His room is probably full of weapons. Hidden weapons. She only has to find one.

But she has to buy herself more time to do so.

"Tell me," she starts while her eyes drift off into the room. She takes in every single detail, such as the pillows of the bed that could easily be filled with a knife each. That might be it. But that's not Five's way of murdering.

He slits throats sometimes, yes. But he prefers to kill by putting a bullet through someone's body.

Where could he hide guns in this tiny room?

"Who's name was on that order? Who do you have to kill?" she finishes.

His eyes widen a little, but he recovers himself quickly. He clenches his jaw, not wanting to answer her.

"That's none of your business." But it is. After all, it's her name on the order. It's her he has to kill. She does not know that yet. She's too busy scanning the room to notice his reaction to her question.

When her eyes fall on the seat once again, she notices something sticking out a little from underneath it. She knows what it is.

"Five Hargreeves, you will tell me where Morgana is," she tells him, sure of herself.

"Really?" he smiles, again not believing her even a little bit.

Elisa bends through her knees quickly, not allowed to lose any time. Five could strike her. He could hurt her even more anytime. She cannot let that happen.

He can't be the one to kill her.

She snatches the tiny gun from underneath the seat. With the confidence of now having a weapon in her hand, she faces Five Hargreeves again. The assassin that she never wanted to be.

It's like fighting a part of herself.

"You're trained very well," Five shrugs as if not caring that Elisa is now pointing the gun at him. "But we both know that you're no killer."

"What if I become one?" She challenges him, her finger on the trigger.

"If what you said was true, then the commission has failed to make you a true assassin. It has failed to make you a killer. You were that strong that you didn't become a killer. There's no difference now. You won't kill."

How very wrong he is.

He looks confident, though. He flattens his childish looking uniform that Elisa hasn't payed any attention to until this moment. The umbrella academy. She hasn't heard much about it, but she knows what it is. The handler told her all about it when she was just a child.

"I've been born a killer, you fool," she smirks, but inside she feels afraid. She might be a killer since childhood, but she wishes she wasn't. It was all an accident, killing her parents. She didn't want to kill them.

"All right," five whispers, still not showing any sign of fright expect for the whisper. But that could easily be meant as a threat, too. "Put a bullet through my head."

Elisa's hand shakes softly. She wants to. She wants to kill him for putting her through so much hurt. He deserves it, after all. He killed so many, but she is still doubting.

"You don't have what it takes." Five his smile widens a little. He's so, so, so sure of himself. He thinks Elisa figured out.

Again, he's so very wrong.

The gun lowers, but not all the way down. Elisa points at his legs, and shoots quicker than he can do something about it. The shot fills her and his ears.

Five's eyes widen, clearly shocked by what just happened. She shot him, that's obvious. He just thought she would not. He thought her weak.

Elisa's heart races. A new feeling of energy pumps through her veins. She's feeling something that she hasn't felt in ages. The adrenaline is there, begging her to do more.

That's why she walks towards Five who's now stumbling on the ground, pressing on the wound where she just shot him.

"What kind of bitch are you?" He murmurs, clearly in pain. He wasn't trained by the handler. He wasn't trained how to ignore the sharp pain. That's why his moans fill Elisa's ears, only causing the need to do more to him to grow.

"The kind of bitch that wants to know what the fuck you did to her girlfriend," she kicks his arms away from his wound with her foot. "You were kind to me, thank you for that. Unfortunately, I owe you now, but don't expect me to save your life soon. I'm done wasting any more time.

"Where is Morgana Davis? And do not make me ask another time."

Five does not answer, except for a moan. Does he really think that the adrenaline hasn't woken up something in her? Does he really think she won't do worse? Because she can do worse, and she will.

She lifts her foot slowly, wanting him to realize what exactly is going to happen. He does, and fast. His eyes widen, and he even attempts to crawl away. But Elisa is too quick and too well trained.

Her foot gets pushes right onto his wound, pushing deep and hard, hurting him.

His screams fill the room, probably the house. Someone will come, if someone is in the house. Elisa has to be quick. He has to give her the information.

"At the commission!" He screams, sweating immensely. "She's at the commission!"

Elisa stops pushing into the wound, and puts her foot back onto the ground. She kneels in front of him, allowing Five to look at the wound. He's bleeding a lot, but he will not die. He can easily use a time capsule to go to the commission. Elisa knows how they work.

"Thank you," she whispers as the adrenaline starts to lessen. Bit by bit she becomes her old self again. She realizes what she just became. "And I'm sorry."

"I will kill you for what you did," he narrows his eyes at her. "You know the order? Remember what you asked?"

Elisa nods in response. She does, even though she was busy scanning his room for the gun back then.

"It is you who I have to kill."

Her eyes widen, but the adrenaline doesn't come back. She doesn't change in the monster that the commission created. She stays herself.

"Then I'm sorry that it came to this," she shrugs. "I hate that we had to be each other's villains, Five Hargreeves. I do not want to be anyone's villain."

"How the fuck can you be trained as an assassin? The one time you're a pain in the ass, but overall an innocent girl, and the other time you're this murdering bitch! Surely the commission didn't find that a good trait." He asks her curiously, and as an attempt to ignore the horrible pain in his upper leg.

"Because the handler needed me to become one," she sighs. For the first time she actually feels herself opening up, ignoring the bloody scene in front of her. "She needed a puppet. But I'm not a murderer. At least, I don't want to be a murderer."

"The handler doesn't recruit any assassins except for a few," Five frowns, pressing hard on the wound. He, of course, was one of those few.

"That's right," Elisa agrees with him while standing up. "But she knows when she sees a killer, Five. And she did back when she found out that a toddler killed her whole family."

Five doesn't react with words. His jaw drops.

"She had my whole childhood to make me her personal assassin," Elisa continues. "But it's clear she failed."

With that, Elisa opens the window, sees that she can go down safely, and does so.

In that moment the two enemies made peace, even if it was for just a few seconds; they understood each other.

But that does not change the fact that Five Hargreeves will now be hunting her down - after recovering.  And Elisa will have to do everything not to get killed by such a skilled assassin. All that while getting her Morgana back out of the commission.