How the fuck did these people find out about us? Isa thought. About me? She looked down at her bandaged forearm and felt the bandage on her cheek through the illusions. This type of shit isn't supposed to happen.

The other day, Thea had found out that a hair was found at the scene where they had left some wannabe mafia boss to rot. So, to fix the situation, she sent Isa to go "handle it" along with Aiden in case anything went wrong.

And it almost did. Almost.

Ethan had managed to track the location of the person who found the hair and where it was sent. Then Isa and Aiden followed.

Dealing with the original cop who found the hair was easy. Turns out he wasn't a nice guy anyways. So with one wave of her wrist, Isa had the guy dead. Now alarms tripped, no fingerprints, no signs of a struggle. She left his body in the state as if he simply OD'd.

But, handling the forensics team had its... complications. As soon as they walked through her portal of wispy purple and pink hues, she felt a wave of awful memories wash over her. Doctors, dead bodies covered in white sheets, the smell of fresh death. She hated it. But she pushed past them for the sake of the mission.

She did with the other doctors easily. Not killing them, just leaving them with severe concussions that might lead to amnesia. It was the lead scientist who was the issue.

Dr. Antonio Gonzalez.

He didn't shake, he didn't beg, he didn't cry for mercy. He just stood there. Unbothered eyes with a cocky grin, one hand in his coat pocket, the other on top of a gun that lay on his desk

"Oh, Isa, you haven't aged a bit." She said.

Isa narrowed her eyes. She had an illusion cast over them to where faces appeared as blurs to everyone but them.

"You know this guy?" Aiden whispered.

"Nope." She mumbled back. "I don't know how you know me, but I hope you don't think a few bullets are enough to take me out."

The doctor chuckled. "It's a good thing these aren't bullets then."

Isa held her hand ready as the doctor aimed at her.

"Isa, what the hell are you doing?" Aiden questioned.

"Relax. She's bluffing."

But, when he pulled the trigger it wasn't bullets. It was water. Salt water. The "fresh from the ocean" kind.

Isa quickly held her arm out to protect her face, only hear a sizzling sound followed by a burning sensation growing on the right side of her face. Then she felt the same pain again but all down her forearm.

She dropped to her knees, her ears ringing, groaning in pain. The pain was strange, not foreign, just unfamiliar.

"So it is you." She heard Gonzalez ask. The illusion probably dropped when she did.

The rest was blur. Aiden calling out to Isa, the doctor running away, Aiden saying to wait there followed by some sort of animal's roar, then the screams.

Aiden came back and tried calling to Isa once more. But she only clutched onto her face and arm, her eyes cloudy with silent sobs of pain.

He knew you. Isa thought. How did he know you? Unless... no. That's impossible.

"Hey! Hey, stay with me okay?" Aiden urged. "I know it hurts - well, I think it hurts? I don't really know, but that's not what matters. Can you portal us back home?"

Isa could barely move her right arm, so she moved her left hand from her face and waved a wispy portal back to Tribune Tower.

Aiden scooped her up and walked through it back home.

"Isa?" Thea perked from the kitchen as he settled her on the couch.

Aiden frantically explained as Ethan and Saori came in.

"You two," Thea gestured to them. "Go get the first aid stuff. Aiden, go find James. I have no idea how to treat her properly."

They scattered as Thea dropped to Isa's side, she still groaned in pain with tears threatening to flood from her eyes.

"Is? Stay with us, okay? Just hold on a little longer." Thea prompted.

"We got the first aid kit!" Saori called out.

"James isn't here." Aiden said as he came back from the direction of the rooms.

"Well call him until he fucking answers!" Thea yelled.

Everything went dark after that.

Present day.

Isa sat in Lazy Bird, a bar inside The Hoxton with prohibition-chic decor. She held a cosmo in her left hand, her right hand slowly stroking her hair as she zoned out and gazed into the enthusiastic crowd.

She wore a black oversized bomber jacket over a black strapless top and black mini skirt. The shoes are chunky black platform boots, and there's a black prada bag. Accessorized with golden layered necklaces, her hair was half up in a ponytail.

Then, someone sat across from them which snapped her back to reality.

Shit, I forgot I asked him here. She thought to herself.

"Oh, um... hi." She said awkwardly as she sipped her drink.

Her phone buzzed with text notifications and missed calls. She checked to see who it was: chico puta 🖤. Otherwise known as, James.

Isa felt a smirk tug at her lips, but corrected herself when she reminded herself that she's mad at him. And, of course, she's with her current boyfriend.

Is he my boyfriend though? Or is he just some guy that I fuck every now and then?

"So... you wanna dance or you wanna get out of here?"