I am sorry, it looks like it's going to be three chapter, but don't worry though. I'll be posting the next one today and I'll promise it will be more cheerful.
Warning; it contains violent descriptions.
Had he been another person and it all would be even more fucked up than what it already was. Luckily, unhappily, yet luckily he had been in similar situations before.
The bedroom was a total mess, the sheets on the bed were all teared of and there were broken objects everywhere, still, that was nothing compared to the amount of blood scattered on the floor, on the walls, on the curtains, on the bed, hell, even her body was almost completely covered in blood. ..
There were five men laying on the floor, wearing suits with military shoes, their knives a few inches across them, a knuckle duster still on one of the guy's hand. They all had the same distinctive haircut, Serbians for sure. The look on their light eyes was also a very distinctive, familiar one; those were eyes with no life. Five guys and somehow, someway she had managed to take them all down...
She was sitting on a corner, next to the window, hugging her knees and staring blankly into an empty space. There was a relatively high number of things he had to do to clean up that mess yet, his number one concern right at the moment was Sophie, the one who was still alive and breathing.
Eliot approached quietly, trying not to give his concern, trying not to let it show on his face even though; there was a chance she might not read him, there was chance she wasn't her anymore...
She was still alert, he saw it on the way she gripped the knife on her hands after realising he was coming towards her... Eliot knelt on the bloody, sticky floor underneath his feet and extended his arm.
-Sweetie, can you give menthe knife now? - He said on the same low, comforting tone he had seen her wear with Parker a million times before. She nodded so silently he almost didn't catch it and gave him the knife, eyes still blank, body starting to shiver.
He immediately recognized the knife she had used, it was the one that had mysteriously disappeared from his house a month before that, he always had known Parker was behind and now he knew why.
-Are you physically hurt? - He asked wondering if he should touch her or not. Serbians were cruel and he knew raping wasn't out of the table yet. She said nothing. - Are you bleeding or with something broken? - He tried again, this time she nodded negatively. He got up, dropped the knife onto the darkened, dirty floor and extended her his hand again.
-We need you to get of those clothes darlin'. You need to take a bath.
She gave him her hand, blooding, trembling fingers lightly pressing on his, and shyly followed him to the bathroom.
Eliot knew cold water was the best to wash blood away, still, he added a bit of hot water just so it would be warm enough for her. She was standing next to the tub, staring the mirror, better saying: through the mirror. Eliot couldn't avoid it, as soon as he realised it his fingers were gently stroking the lines of her face.
-It's gonna be alright honey, I ain't letting you go... - He was about to leave when she grabbed his arm, she grabbed him tight, digging her nails into his skin, almost drawing blood. -I am not going anywhere, Soph. I'll be in the next room if you need me. - He gave her the best smile he managed and she let go.
Eliot turned his com on as soon as the door closed behind him.
-Parker are you in the mood to steal a car tonight? I need a cab. Hardison I need my first aid kit and a complete cleaning kit, with leach. Lots of leach! - He said in a tone that didn't let any space to doubt.
-Okay man, but what was going on? -Alec asked with a shaky tone.
-Believe mevman, the least you know, the better...
It only took Hardison ten minutes to bring Eliot the stuff she needed, the double amount of time it took Parker to jump out the window and leave the building. The exact same amount of time it took him to analyse what was going on. He was horrified, of course, and there was a part of him that felt guilty, it was his duty to protect the team and, for him that still included her; he had drastically failed. Yet, there was a part of him that was proud, those were five professional, each one of them was much bigger than her and she still had taken them out leaving almost unharmed.
He examined the bodies, there was a reason the room was felt with blood; she had cut their jugulars. Deep, effective cuts; also she had stabbed three of them on other, deadly, bloody places. Effective indeed, not clean, but effective...
Eliot never allowed the Hacker into the room, he knew the last thing the young man needed was to be scared for life of Sophie Deveraux; instead he ripped the things out of his hands and demanded for five luggage bags. "Big" he said.
-How big? - Asked Hardison.
-Big enough to hide a body. - The hacker's eyes widened and he decided to ask no more question.
Eliot spent the next two hours cleaning the room, he changed the bed clean and got rid of all the broken objects, he cleaned all the blood and disinfected all the surfaces he could. He had just finished when Hardison knocked on the door again with the luggage bags he had asked for, he took those in exchange for the cleaning kit which wasn't needed anymore.
He thanked God the fact Sophie was out of the room since he had to dislocate some of the bones on the men's bodies to make them fit inside the bags.
-Parker, do you have the cab already?
-Yup, I was down here, waiting for your orders; figured you wouldn't want us in there.
-Good girl.
He swung the door opened and Alec couldn't help himself from picking inside. He found nothing; the room was as clean as if nothing had had even happened in there. The hitter dragged the bags out of the room and started talking to Parker again.
-Parker do you know what you have to do?
-I have to get rid of the bodies, right? - He smiled, she wasn't as naïf as everyone thought, she probably had had it figured out the second he left.
-Bodies? - Herdison asked. - Plural? What the hell happened in here? Forget it, I don't want to know...
He left and the room became quiet, almost too quiet, only the shower was still running.
Wait! The shower!
He took a look at his watch; Sophie had been inside the bathroom for an hour now. He knocked lightly on the door.
-Can I come in, darlin'? - When she didn't answer, he opened it fearful from what she might be doing to herself; the last thing she needed was going through that scenario over and over againinside her head. That was probably what she was doing though...