Death to the Citizens Chapter 1: Colleen the Nanny, a general hospital fanfic

Author's Note One: I am not obsessed with death. I promise. I am a happy, funny person most of the time. I get morbid in this only because these people suck.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.

Author's Note Two: Please forgive the awful writing and bad grammar of my past. I wrote this kind of awhile back.

Pairing: Nicolas/Emily

Wyndemere was a large and spooky house; especially if you're there alone, as Emily was this chilly afternoon. After recently rekindling her old flame with Nicholas, Emily was a frequent and welcome visitor at the large mansion. This particular afternoon, Nicholas had taken little Spencer out for a father and son day. Emily had still decided to come over, and be there when he arrived home. She could take the time to unpack a few things, as she was in the process of moving back in.

It was Alfred's day off, so the mansion seemed more empty than usual. But Emily had long since grown accustomed to the overall chill in your bones, you're-being-watched feeling of the house. Besides, she wasn't really alone; she knew Colleen was around here somewhere, though she hadn't yet seen the nanny.

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As it were, the nanny didn't want to be seen. Emily, welcomed in the mansion by Alfred and Nicholas, was not welcomed by Colleen. With Emily there, Colleen was no more than after thought to Nicholas, and she would not have that. So, the nanny had devised a plan, one that would get rid of that no good Emily once and for all. And today, with everyone gone, was the perfect time to carry out her not so legal, but completely lethal, plan.

First, Colleen made sure her weapon, a large butcher knife, was hidden from view up her sleeve. Next, she slipped into the passageway that she knew would lead her to the room where Emily sat, completely unaware of her future.

Silent as a mouse, the nanny emerged from the passageway. She snuck up behind Emily, much as a lion stalks their prey. Since she was certain that there were no escape for Emily, she spoke.

"Emily, how nice of you to stop by."

Colleen knew what Emily didn't. A life would be taken that night.

Startled by the voice, Emily jumped and whirled around. Seeing that the creator of the sound was only the nanny, Emily smiled weakly. "Ah, Colleen. You startled me." Emily was all too aware of the nanny's low opinion of her, but she considered her harmless enough. That was her mistake; she underestimated Colleen's hatred.

"My apologies, miss." Colleen said, circling Emily. "I'll try to make my approach…louder, in the future." Colleen flashed Emily a smile, full of hatred and it gave Emily chills to look at it.

Emily swallowed, starting to get a bit nervous by the nanny's strange behavior. She didn't like the way Colleen kept circling her, as if she were preparing for a kill, or something.

Oh, nonsense. Emily scolded herself. Colleen was a bit strange perhaps, but she was no murderer.

No sooner had she thought that then she saw the knife.

As Colleen circled Emily, smiling evilly and rejoicing in her obvious nervousness. Deciding to speed things up a bit, she purposely pulled up her sleeve and flashed Emily the blade of her knife. When Emily's gaze dropped down to it, Colleen covered it up and crept closer to Emily.

"I'll be sure to tell Nicholas that you stopped by."

Emily, to frightened to speak, only backed away as Colleen advanced on her. Closer, and closer she crept…

Weak with fright, Emily backed away from Colleen, certain of her intentions. She didn't speak, only concentrated on staying far away from the hand that held the knife.

Emily kept her eyes only on Colleen, and didn't pay any attention to where she was going. Before she knew it, she had backed herself up against the wall. Glancing to her left and then to her right, she sunk deeper into the wall. There was no room for her to dart past.

She was trapped.

Colleen smiled that evil smile as she realized what Emily had just realized. Young Emily had no where to go. Colleen would be able to kill her with ease.

"I'll tell Mr. Cassadine that you stopped by. He'll be terribly disappointed he missed you, I'm sure." Colleen was mere feet away from Emily now. She pulled the knife from her sleeve and held it high above her head.

"But I'll just tell him you had to leave rather…unexpectedly."

With that, Colleen lunged at the other woman, aiming straight for Emily's heart….

The chilly afternoon felt good on the young father's arms as he carried his young son to the docks and sat down on a bench. He positioned Spencer in his lap and pointed out across the water. "Look out there, son. Isn't it beautiful?"

Spencer laughed and snuggled up to Nicholas.

Smiling to himself, Nicholas gave a contented sigh and leaned back into the bench. His life was hectic right now; with his sister pregnant and his brother on drugs. And then there was his crazy grandmother running around, waiting for the opportune moment to snatch away Spencer. And with his Aunt Alexis in the hospital…

Yes, there was a lot of stress in his life, but it felt good right now, to just be sitting here with his son. He had really needed to do this. It bonded Spencer to him and it gave him a great relief and moment to relax. He was really glad he taken Emily's advice, and done it.

Emily.

The small smile that had been on Nicholas' lips broke into a huge grin as he thought of Emily. Thanks to Alfred –that old coot- Emily was now a common presence in his life. He enjoyed her company and being back together with her, as more than just friends, was a wonderful thing. And having her move in with him would be even better.

Glancing at his watch Nicholas realized just how late it was getting. The sun had begun to set and it would be dark soon. He repositioned Spencer on his hip and started to head home.

When he reached Wyndemere, noticed it was unusually quiet. True, no one was here but Colleen, but normally she had the TV on, or possibly the radio. Even if she was curled up somewhere with a book or taking a nap, she almost always had something making noise in the background.

Perhaps it was the unusual, and quite eerie, silence of the house that tipped Nicholas off. Something was amiss. Walking into the family room, he sent his son down in his playpen, where Spencer immediately began playing with his toys Emily had given him.

Cautiously Nicholas made his way up the stairs, towards Colleen's room. But, when he thought he heard a voice coming from the guestroom, he turned and walked toward it instead.

Careful not to make a sound, Nicholas peered into the room. Inside, he saw Emily backed against a wall, Colleen approaching her slowly. At first, this site confused Nicholas, but when he noticed the knife Colleen held in her hand, he knew immediately what she intended to do.

"I'll tell Mr. Cassadine you stopped by." Colleen's voice was cold, evil. Full of hatred, it was. Nothing like the sweet, gentle voice she used with Spencer. "He'll be terribly disappointed he missed you, I'm sure."

Nicholas saw Colleen race the knife above her head, and just as she spoke the words, 'But I'll just tell him you had to leave rather…unexpectedly', Nicholas rushed into the room and raced toward Colleen….

When she saw the knife raise high above Colleen's head, Emily knew there was nothing she could do. Unless Colleen missed her target –her- and that was unlikely, considering how close she was, then there was no way Emily would make her way out of this one alive.

Seemingly in slow motion, though Emily knew it was moving must faster, the knife fell towards her, and as it was just about to collide with her chest, Emily squinted her eyes and waited for the impact, and following, certain death.

Colleen knew she had her. In a matter or seconds, Emily would be gone, no longer breathing, no longer feeling. And upon Emily's death, Nicholas would grieve, and Colleen would be there to comfort the newly singled millionaire.

Seconds before Colleen's knife made contact with Emily's chest, she felt herself shoved aside; she heard a scream, her scream, as she felt herself falling…falling…falling away from Emily, away from whoever had shoved her, away from the wall; instead she fell, fell towards the ground, towards the blade of the knife that had been meant for Emily….

Knowing that he had to hit Colleen with enough force to shove her aside, Nicholas raced towards the murderous nanny with all his strength. Mindful of the fact the he had to reach Colleen before the blade pierced Emily's skin, Nicholas charged towards Colleen as fast his feet could take him.

Within a second, if not sooner, he had reached Colleen, and shoved her shoulder with his own. He stumbled as Colleen lost her balance and her hand shifted away from Emily.

Nicholas stumbled, but didn't fall. Colleen, though, did fall. And she landed on her own knife. The long, sharp –so sharp that it could draw blood by just a prick of the finger- knife went into, not Emily's, but Colleen's chest, and Nicholas looked on as the blood poured.

Emily had prepared herself for the pain, the impact, the feel of the blade entering her body.

But it didn't come.

Emily felt no blade touch her skin, no jabbing force of a hand thrusting the simple kitchen tool, turned dangerous, into her. She felt nothing.

Instead, she heard. She heard a scream and the thud of a body hitting the ground. Opening her eyes, Emily saw Nicholas regaining his balance as a wounded Colleen fell onto the ground and the knife that had previously been on its way to her, entered instead Colleen.

Jumping to her feet, she saw the blood –Colleen's blood- ooze out of the wound in her chest. The blood, lots of blood, spilled onto the carpet and Colleen's clothes. The knife, ripped out from Colleen's body by Colleen, lay on the carpet near the spot where the nanny lay, it's tipped shiny and red with blood.

Colleen had rolled over onto her back and clutched the wound with her own two hands, trying, unsuccessfully, to stop the bleeding, the bleeding that would cause her death.

The nanny opened her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, a bubble of blood appeared a grew bigger. Emily forced herself to meet Colleen's eyes, and the nanny's eyes in turn stared up at her –and Nicholas- with hatred and murder in her eyes. But, as the blood bubble grew bigger still, before bursting, the eyes grew glazed and held no feeling.

The bubble bursting was the last sound heard in the mansion, as with the burst of the bubble, a life ended that night.

Colleen had known that a life would be taken that night. But she had not known that the life taken would be hers.