The scene this OS is based on makes me cry laughing whenever I watch it.
Happy birthday to the Hargreeves children!
I hope you enjoy :)
At Nightfall:
Diego couldn't let Elliot's death not be avenged. Elliot was one of theirs. He helped him and his siblings find each other after landing at different points in time. Elliot gave them food, shelter, and hints for an apocalypse that wouldn't leave them alone.
And now he was dead because of them. Left bleeding out for them to find. Whether his death was instant didn't matter. He was dead.
Diego was grateful that Elliot's murderers were stupid enough to sign their names in the front entrance foyer with blood. That blood signature was the first step in his plan for vengeance. After finding Olga Foroga's phone number with Luther, he took over the phone call with the suspiciously sweet old lady - must've been a cover - making sure she knew he was out for blood as well.
"You killed one of ours, Olga, and now we're coming for you. You will be dead by nightfall."
After Diego slammed the phone back on the wall, Luther found Olga Foroga's address in the phonebook and they left. If they didn't waste an hour arguing about who got to drive, which Luther won since he was more familiar with the neighbourhoods given he was here longer. It helped that Diego convinced himself that Luther could stay in the car to leave it running while Diego took care of business. Or, worst-case scenario, Diego would leap out of the car to attack.
Thinking up those strategies proved to be another waste of time since Luther got out of the car when they arrived.
"Hey!" Diego yells as he exits the car and follows Luther up the driveway. "I told you I'd handle this. Keep the car running."
"No," Luther states, stopping in his tracks. He sticks an arm out to block Diego from passing him which hits across his chest like a battering ram. "Last time you staked outside someone's house, you got locked up."
"This is different and you know that," Diego mutters through gritted teeth.
The gripped knife in his hand burns against his skin, barely breaking the surface the longer he thinks about slicing one of Luther's arteries. He'd bleed out for a bit which would give Diego the time to kick down Olga's door. He'd see the bitch standing at the window in shock as she watches Luther bleed out on her property. She'd turn around to call the police and gasp dramatically when she'd see Diego, hand thrown onto her chest, feeling her beating heart speed. Diego would be leaning against the wall. In his hands, he'd be twiddling a knife with the cut-up landline wire. He'd have a growing grin on his face as he'd watch Olga's face pale upon realizing she's a dead bitch.
"This is for Elliot…" he'd say, making that phrase the last words she'd ever hear. Then he'd whip the knife right into her neck before she could scream.
Diego would walk up to her as she crumpled onto the ground, gasping for air. Her hands would be tainted with blood, trembling as she'd try to reach for the knife in her neck. The carpet beneath her turns red as it pours from her wound, dampening and darkening her clothes, skin, and hair. Her growing lifeless eyes would flicker up to meet his as he'd crouch beside her, no remorse on his face. She'd struggle to talk, sputtering coughs from choking on her blood come out instead, making red trails down the corners of her mouth.
As her body would slow, eyes slowly starting to droop, Diego would pluck his knife out and stare at his work. He wouldn't feel satisfied yet. There would be an empty pit in his stomach, gnawing at him to finish avenging Elliot.
To come full circle, he'd take the bloodied knife and leave a message on the wall, dipping in the bloody mess like a quill.
"FOR ELLIOT" in big, bloody block letters.
That was how Diego pictured his revenge. It was a long car ride here and he added Luther to the scenario last minute. He'll admit that the picture looks better with a nicked Luther in the driveway. Diego should've signed it in his daydream as he did for Olga.
Maybe if Luther didn't move out of the way, he still could. Slight modifications.
"I know," Luther says.
Diego isn't sure if Luther was agreeing with him because he's really on his side or if it's so Luther could knock him unconscious, drag him back to the car, throw him in the trunk, and drive back.
"We'll do this together," Luther adds, his face softening.
Diego isn't sure if he can trust those words either, despite Luther being the last one alone with Elliot before he was murdered. Aside from Diego wanting to do this on his own, why would he get help from the guy who told Olga his real name over the phone?
Diego shoves Luther's arm to which Luther shoves him. Diego pushes Luther but Luther holds back. Again, Diego didn't expect Luther to miss a chance to punch his face in. When they were growing up, they would be roughhousing, beating each other to a pulp until Mom separated them. Dad would just be taking notes.
Luther walks up to Olga's door with Diego following, wondering if he should shank Luther on the front patio steps. If he did, the scenario in his head could still play out as imagined. Hell, maybe it'd be more meaningful.
Diego doesn't have time to envision that scenario since he scurries up the patio steps. As Luther knocks, Diego throws himself in front of his brother to knock louder, nearly pounding against the door. Luther shoves him over, Diego almost falls over the railing into the garden. Diego pulls out a knife to shank him as Luther has his fists out to fight back.
They lower their arms when they see a tiny old lady open the door. Luther and Diego offer their best smiles as they stand straight. They didn't know what to expect for Olga Foroga but it certainly wasn't the knit-sweater, loafer-wearing, half-sized old lady in front of them. They thought everything was bigger in Texas but apparently not.
None of Diego's imaginary scenarios prepared him for this, despite Olga's voice matching the lady.
"Hello, ma'am," Luther greets with a cheeky smile that makes Diego glare at him. "I'm Luther Hargreeves and I-"
"Oh, Luther!" Olga exclaims as if her long-lost grandson returned home years later.
Again, none of Diego's imaginary scenarios contained this interaction. Although Diego should've seen this coming from the guy who introduced himself on the phone with his real name.
"I was expecting you," Olga continues with her sweet Southern charm, "and your-" her expression drops as she looks Diego up and down with her thin lips pursed. They curve upwards in a forced smile for pleasantries. "Friend."
Diego narrows his eyes at her, laughing in a huff through a compliant grimace. He doesn't care enough to correct her on the friend assumption. He just wants the bitch dead.
"Hold on," Olga says, "I forgot my glasses."
Olga slightly closes the door, leaving it open ajar, and Diego lances at Luther. He has never been more annoyed with that kiss-ass in his entire life, which is really saying something.
"Okay, new plan…" Diego mutters. "Go in for a hug and crush her like a can."
"I can't believe you're still on that," Luther says, his face tight. "She's half our size and can't even see."
"Exactly." Diego tightens his grip on one of his knives. "She's suspicious. I don't trust her."
"You don't trust anyone."
"How come she doesn't have her glasses on a string like all old ladies?"
Luther shrugs. "Not all old ladies wear their glasses on a string."
"I highly doubt they had old ladies on the moon."
"I highly doubt they let the old ladies in the loony-bin keep their glasses."
Diego bites his tongue. Change of plans. He'll shank Luther on the patio so the old lady could come back with her string-less glasses to see the bloodbath before Diego adds her to it.
Before it could happen, the door swings open and, instead of stringless glasses, Olga has a shotgun pointed at them. Diego and Luther pause, unsure why they didn't think of that possibility. It's Texas.
"You think I haven't been threatened before?" Olga teases, swivelling the gun between Luther and Diego. "I've been waiting for you, sonnies."
Luther laughs nervously. "I didn't threaten you."
Diego rolls his eyes with an expected grin. Of course, Luther bailed on him. It's not like Diego ever did that to him.
"Alright, Lady, cut the crap," Diego states, waving the gun to the side with his knife. "You know why we're here. You killed Elliot."
Olga's face distorts in confusion, gun still pointed at them. "Who?"
Diego points his knife at her, fuming. "Don't play dumb with us."
Before Luther could step in again, steps climbing the patio stairs behind them draw their attention. They turn and see Five lumbering over, face tight with embarrassment strewn with a tight plastered smile about to burst at the seams. Luther and Diego aren't sure what slew of curses they'll hear.
"Hello, ma'am," Five greets with a forced smile and friendly tone, "I'm sorry if these overgrown Boy Scouts interrupted your programs but they seemed to have misunderstood a message left for us. Öga for Öga is Swedish for an eye for an eye."
Luther and Diego glance at each other, defeated by a mistranslation. They would've gotten there eventually. It's not like they had access to Google Translate ... as if they would've used it if they did.
Diego looks at Olga's scowl with a charming smirk. "Wrong house, have a lovely day."
"Idiots," Olga grumbles before slamming the door in their faces.
"Rude."
"She could've taken you two lunatics down," Five says.
"I had it under control," Luther argues.
Diego scoffs. "Until she brought out the gun."
"It was your idea to come here."
"Because I said I could've handled it!"
"Oh boy…" Five mutters as Diego and Luther keep bickering. Some things never change. "I should've left this to Olga."
This was fun.
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