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A Bundle

Prologue

It was quarter passed midnight as the taxi pulled up to the side of the building and a young woman stepped out, holding a bundle against her chest, looking up at the tall apartment building before her. She was dressed in a dark coat of some kind, her face hidden beneath a black felt fedora perched low on her head. The moonlight poured down on her up casted face making the pale skin of her chin and orbs of hazel eyes glow against the black marble sky.

As the taxi pulled away, the young woman looked nervously over her shoulder, at the darkened streets around her, the only light coming off of the street lamp that hung a few feet from where she stood grounded.

The night was filled with silence and mystery it seemed as she once again looked around at her surroundings. She was alone. A lost soul of Port Charles.

Just then the wind whistled through the empty streets, blowing a cold breeze against the young woman and the bundle in her arms. A high pitched cry escaped from the bundle as the wind blew once again across it, blowing loose garbage at her feet.

The young woman immediately looked down at the baby in her arms and quieted it. Shifting its weight to her other arm. "Sssshhh," she whispered appearing down and placing a finger to the infant's rose petal lips. The child then fell back to sleep.

She closed her eyes and sighed in relief.

Adjusting the blankets around the baby, covering it, the young woman made her way into the building.

The lobby was empty as the young woman pushed opened the doors and stepped into the warm atmosphere of the building. The door man must be on his break, she thought to her self as she held the bundle more firmly to her chest and quickly made her way towards the elevators. She did not want to get caught. She had a task to be done and it had to be done quickly well it was still quiet.

The elevator doors opened with a ping before her. She briskly stepped in and pressed the close button, not wanting to be seen. Before pressing a floor button she reached into the pocket of her coat and withdrew a slip of paper. Her eyes appeared down on the paper for a quick second before looking up once again and pressing the button to the top floor, the tenth.

The ride up was a slow one it seemed to the young woman who appeared every second or so up at the monitor reading the floor levels:

2nd floor

3rd floor

4th floor

5th floor

6th floor

7th floor

8th floor

9th floor

Then finally the 10th.

The elevators door sprang open before her; displaying the empty well-lit hallway.

Glancing down at the sleeping bundle, she made her way down the hallway.

Her eyes looked left and right at the passing apartment doors, reading the numbers as she went. As she turned the corner of the hallway she stopped, pulling out once again that little slip of paper from her coat. She quickly glanced down at it before continuing. The young woman walked for a moment or two more before coming to a stop at apartment 117 B.

A shaking breath escaped from her lips as her eyes pierced at the door. It was as if she was trying to see through the dark wood and to the other side.

The young woman then bent her body down; gently placing the bundle down on the soft carpet of the hallway.

"There, there child," whispered the young woman as the infant stirred. "You are going to a good home, I promise." Silent tears then began to roll down her cheeks as she appeared down at the infant's sweet sleeping face. She kissed the tips of her fingers and caressed them against the infant's soft doughy cheek.

The young woman stayed still like this for a second more, studying this little face. She wanted to remember it. She then rose to her feet and glanced once again at the door, the child lay before. She raised her hand slow to the cold wood, she was going to knock but a second later lowered her hand and slipped it into her pocket. It was better if she left in silence.

However before leaving, the young woman placed a white envelopment beside the bundle of the sleeping baby.

She then left, quickly down the hallway and out into the night. Never to be seen. Like a ghost.

The sun crept through the window and onto the bed, filling the room with light.

Sam let out a groan as she lifted her head and cracked open an eye at the harsh sunlight. She then glanced over at the clock on the night stand; it was 6:50 am. Another groan escaped her lips as she slowly pulled the covers off of her and got up. Morning called.

A still half of sleep Sam, made her way out of the bedroom to the kitchen, where she turned on the coffee machine, filling the apartment with the smell of roasting beans. She then made her way into the living room and towards the front door. She was going to see if the morning paper arrived yet.

As she opened the door, Sam found something other then the morning paper: a baby.

A million things rushed to her mind at once as she bent down and looked upon this bundle before her. What the hell was a baby doing on her door step? How did it even get there? She was shocked.

"Who sent you?" whispered Sam sweetly as she carefully picked up the bundle and lay it in her arms. At hearing Sam's voice the baby opened her eyes and stared up at her.

Sam's heart melted at this very moment. She was hooked. The baby had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. They were a rich hazel colour with flicks of green in them. A smile spread across her face at this, "Hi!"

It was then Sam noticed the envelope lying at her feet. Carefully holding the baby against her chest, she bent down and picked it up. She opened the envelopment, not sure what to expect to find inside; hopefully an explanation as to why this baby was on her door step and who it belonged too.

But all there was, was a slip of paper with a few words.

Hi,

My name is Mischa.

A confused look came across Sam's face at this. That was all. That her name was Mischa, nothing more?

Sam looked down at this slip of paper for a second longer before looking up and glancing down the hallway, as if she expected to see someone who could explain this. But there was no one.

She then glanced down at the baby and sighed.

"Well Hello there, Mischa. I'm Sam."

Who was the mystery lady? Why did she leave Mischa on Sam's door step? What will happen next? More to come in the next chapter.

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