Elizabeth could hear their footsteps as they approached, fear clouding every thought as she holds her breath, needing them to believe that she was dead. They couldn't know the truth. They couldn't know that she was alive and that they had not succeeded in ending her life. If she had any chance of surviving, they just couldn't know.
"What do we do now?" Courtney, the most naive of the group, questions, looking to the other two for guidance.
"What else is there to do?" Sam, the brawn of the group, voices. "We have to get rid of her body."
"Obviously." Carly, the leader of the trio, scoffs, glaring down at the limp body before her. "But where?"
"We're on the winding road." Sam points out, gesturing to the edge of the cliff. "Why not toss her off?"
As the words escaped Sam's lips, Elizabeth fought her hardest not to squeal in fear, every part of her scared for her life. For as long as she has known them, she had never imagined it would come down to this, never once. After all it took to remove herself from the life of the man that she had loved so dearly, she has still found her life in the hands of the obsessed trio.
"Are you insane?" Courtney snapped in shock. "We can't throw her off the side of the cliff!"
"Why the hell not?" Sam counters seriously. "Its clean and easy."
"Clean and easy?" Courtney shakes her head, unable to understand her friend. "Her body can land anywhere. If she's found before every trace of us can wash away, we're screwed."
"For once, Court's right." Carly squats down, eyeing the bane of her existence carefully. "No...we need to find somewhere that's cut off from society. Somewhere that no one visits."
"What place in all of Port Charles could possibly fit that bill?" Sam snaps, completely exasperated with the situation. "I say we just toss her and be done with it."
"Relax, my thick friend." Carly rises to her feet, meeting her friend's eyes. "I've got the perfect place to toss muffin face."
"Fine." Sam concedes, rolling her eyes as she tosses her arms up. "Lets just get this over with already."
"I second that." Courtney voices, wrapping her arms around her as the cold hits her swiftly. "This place is seriously creepy. The sooner we get out of here, the better."
Immeasurable amounts of pain surges through her as they lift her up from the ground, tossing her into the trunk of Carly's Lexus without any care or compassion. Fighting every survival instinct bubbling up within her, Elizabeth remains completely still as they slam the trunk shut, locking her within its small confines.
As hard as it was, she tries to take in small breathes, refusing to allow the smell of her own blood to send her into shock. She can't pass out. Not now. Not with her life hanging in the balance. Especially not with the obsessed trio dictating her fate. No. She can't pass out. She just can't.
"Are you sure she won't be found here?" Sam questions Carly as they carry her to the furthest part of the ruins.
"Trust me." Carly states seriously, her breathing becoming labored, wondering how her boyfriend's men did this for a living. "No one will ever find her. Not until its too late that is."
"Great, they won't find her, we're safe." Courtney states quickly. "Can we get out of here now? This place is worse than where we ran her over."
"Relax, Girly." Carly chuckles, dusting her hands off once they tossed the body. "We're almost done."
It would be what felt like hours before the trio get into the Lexus and speed away from the abandoned ruins. As if fate was playing on their side, thunder rumbles through the skies, louder than any thunder ever heard before. Just as the trio walk through the doors of the Harbor View Towers, the coldest of rains begin to pour down on the small, quaint town, slowly killing the chances of her survival.
"We're to never speak of this again. Not to each other, not to anyone! As far as anyone's concerned this night never happened!" Carly states, eyeing both women sternly. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." Courtney voices, knowing that the threat was mainly focused on her. "I won't breathe a word of this. I swear."
"Its already forgotten." Sam states with a shrug, turning away from the trio. "Sweet dreams, ladies. I have a feeling I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight."
And, just like that, as if what they had done never really happened, the trio return to their homes to sleep the storm away. For who wouldn't sleep well knowing that their enemy was no longer a problem? With Elizabeth out of the way, the paragon of virtue, all their lives could finally be what they want it to be. They could finally have it all. Finally!