"I kill him." Helena growled, her accent thickening as the hatred seeped into each word.
"Meathead, calm down," Sarah said, running a hand through her hair.
"No! Don't calm down!" Cosima yelled. "Helena, kill him. Skin him alive! Scalp him!"
"Which first? I'll do," Helena nodded as if it was no big deal.
"Stop egging her on! Can we stay calm?" Sarah snapped.
"You never liked her! That's what this is about, isn't it? You'd be happier if she just-"
"Cosima, don't!" Sarah warned.
"Or else what?" Cosima stood, stepping towards Sarah, her aggressive stance so unlike her that Helena stood, approaching her sisters.
"Girls! Enough! We are wasting time with this sibling rivalry! Delphine needs us so get your shit together!" Siobhan yelled, taking all the attention. The girls backed away, following her orders.
"I was sitting here quietly," Alison added, raising an eyebrow to her sisters. Sarah and Cosima rolled their eyes in perfect unison. A knock on the door interrupted them and Mrs S went to answer it.
"Come in," she called from the doorway. "Anything you can offer..."
"I've got an address," Art said, approaching the clones. No matter how much time passed, seeing them together always blew his mind. They were so alike and so different. And no matter how many clones he uncovered, it always broke his heart to realize that despite appearances, none of them would ever be Beth.
"An address? Where is she?"
"Chicken," Siobhan soothed, trying to calm her.
"We don't know if she's there, Cosima. He rented a storage space in the middle of the woods..."
"Okay, its isolated and empty..." Sarah added, trying to get into this man's head.
"Why don't you know if she's there?" Cosima demanded.
"Our men are on the way."
"Why aren't they already there!" She yelled.
"I came here first. If we find her, you should be there. She'll need you," Art said softly, ignoring the way her temper flared.
"We find doctor, Sestra." Helena offered.
"We should let the cops..." Alison started.
"No. I'm going there. I've got to get to her," Cosima called, grabbing a sweater.
"We'll all go," Sarah added.
"Sarah! That's dangerous!" Alison scoffed.
"Fine. Alison will stay here in case someone stops by," Sarah decided.
The building made Cosima's stomach turn. It was dirty and dilapidated, a building the world had seemed to forget. And it was hidden in the middle of the woods. If Delphine had been here, there was no one to hear her screams. There was nowhere for her to run.
Despite her anxiety, Cosima let the police do their job. They swarmed the tiny building, sure to have enough men to take down Delphine's ex. Despite obtaining his records, Cosima refused to call him Lucas. He didn't deserve a name and she didn't want to consider him a human.
"Clear!" Art called from the doorway. Cosima ran over, her eyes adjusting to the darkened room, desperate for Delphine. Instead, she found a huddled mass in the corner.
"Cosima, it's not-" Art tried.
Still, she raced over, gasping. It was Lucas, his body folded over itself and curled in a ball. She saw Delphine's necklace laying against his chest as if it had fallen. The blood trickling from his eye had stained his shirt and her necklace.
"Bitch stabbed me in the fucking eye!" He yelled, his breathing labored.
Cosima stared in horror. She knew that Delphine had remembered Rachel. The injuries were eerily similar. Delphine had escaped using the same plan Cosima had hatched to save her sister.
In the blink of an eye, Helena lunged at the man. She was like a wild animal, ripping his hair and kicking his ribs. Instead of stopping her, Cosima walked away, letting him get what he deserved.
The metallic smell of blood filled the small shack and she knew it couldn't all have been his blood. The floor was stained, the walls were stained. But there was no Delphine. She noticed a tiny object on the floor. Art caught her, and moved closer, shining a flashlight on the object. With his gloved hand, he lifted it.
"What is that? A piece of skin?" He asked, holding it up to the light.
Cosima studied it, recognizing the detail but taking a minute to place. Suddenly, she cried out. "He cut her scar off," she realized, her eyes filling with tears.
"Cos!" Sarah yelled. "I think she got away!"
Cosima ran over, following the trail of light from Sarah's flashlight. Sure enough, on the door was a perfect hand print. Cosima didn't need scientific tests. She knew that tiny, perfect handprint.
"She injured him and escaped," Cosima whispered, half smiling. "She made it out of here alive."
"But there's a lot of forest to cover and chances are she's injured badly," Siobhan reminded her softly.
"I'll get all the men I can," Art called.
"Cos, we'll find her. She's strong and she's survived so much already." Sarah offered. Cosima nodded, her eyes filled with tears. Delphine had already overcome so much. Cosima prayed the blonde would get just a little more luck. Just enough for Cosima to find her.