Another new one. I'll be updating my stories as I am able since following a schedule with a sick dad, just isn't working. Warning for mature language. Hope you enjoy and will let me know what you think!

Hell Hath No Fury

Chapter One

She needed to make this quick, it couldn't, no wouldn't be the reason she lost everything.

"Elizabeth, what are you doing here? We agreed to never see one another again, that it was better, safer."

"No you said, I simply agreed because I was shell-shocked, my baby had once again been kidnapped and you didn't waste a moment before you threw all the troubles that have befallen us, in my face. I didn't even get to hold my son before you were telling me it was over, but that isn't why I am here."

"Why are you here, endangering everything?"

"In what world, does it make sense for you to go back to that baby endangering whore? How could you actively pursue a relationship with that women, how could you think it was okay for her to have a 'procedure' on Jake's Birthday? Why is a child and marriage okay with that bitch?"

It was all too much; she couldn't handle the double standards anymore. Every single fucking time she turned around, Jason and Sam were coming to where she worked, flaunting their 'new' relationship in her face, it had finally done what many others had tried, pushed her to her brink.

"I can't explain it but you need to accept it. She's made amends, she is sorry for what she's done. She was made for this life, she is what I deserve and I think…"

'He can't explain!' Why didn't that surprise her? Ever since she met him, she'd practically worshipped him. Even during their darker periods, where she wanted to hate him but couldn't, she'd admired him, loved him. Now…now there was barely anything left.

"You think, do you? I have news for you. She has not made amends; you can't make amends for something, when you don't acknowledge that the issues at hand are real. You may think her amends that she performed on your Bald Headed Yogurt Slinger is suitable but just because she can suck the chrome off a tail pipe, doesn't mean she has done anything to right the wrongs she committed to, on and against me and my children."

Why was she the only one who saw the truth? Yes, she was bitter and hurt and felt like her entire life had been nothing but a lie built on more lies but she had always thought Jason to be a stand-up man but now, her son's lives had been threatened and the threat still walked free.

Why were her and her son's lives so easily discounted? Why did she always have to take a backseat to everyone else, why did she always mean less than those around her?

"Elizabeth, where is this hostility coming from?"

'I'm hostile?' Really, she hadn't noticed. This is what she had been left to become. Countless promises and hollow words had been uttered at her and in her direction, but each person had proven that their words had no meat to them; they were pretty words that lacked the conviction to go along with them. They flowed through the air but lacked the emotions and actions to really stick. It was akin to eating ice water, when you were starving.

"I can't believe you'd actually have the audacity to ask me that."

Because of the people in her life, past and present, she had become this person, this woman who could no longer tell a lie from the truth and had to resort to drastic measures to get to the heart of the matter. She didn't like this side of herself, but she was left with little choice.

She could continue down the path that others had demand she take or she could forge her own and become a person she respected. Her children deserved a mother who was there for them, not constantly rushing around trying to fix others problems. It was time to grow up and move on and it was the scariest thing in the world.

"Where does audacity come into this?"

"Some home truths, since the thing attached to your neck that you call a head, would seem to be out of commission. For starters, you are still cold and abrupt with Robin, you treat her like a second class citizen for telling the truth about Michael, yet 'YOUR' woman, watches as your flesh and blood son was kidnapped by a woman, completely and utterly unbalanced mentally. You cut Robin out of your life because you couldn't accept the lies she told or the truths either, yet your baby endangering whore gets a free pass."

It didn't make sense to her. Since she had met Jason, it had always been his fondest wish to have a child. The circumstances weren't ideal but he did have a child of his own, except, the child that wasn't of his loins seemed more important.

For years she had tried to excuse his behavior on the fact that the mother was unsound, well, nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake was closer to the mark, but and it was a large but, while Sonny wasn't 'mentally sound' he was capable of caring for a child. So why was it Jason's job to be mother and father, protector and defender? Answers she didn't have, and since what happened had happened, she probably never would.

"Elizabeth, you don't know the situation."

"I know more than you think. Back to the matter at hand, Michael was kidnapped by a madman and you were ready to exact revenge on anyone and everyone, yet, Cameron, Jacob and I are held at gunpoint, by yet another mentally unsound person and all you have to say is, 'Don't do it again or I'll kill you'. That might have been more believable if the man standing in front of me, wasn't having his knob polished by the biggest whore that Port Charles had ever seen."

"Do you need to be so…crass? This isn't like you."

Why did it matter if she was crass, rude, a slut or a bitch? At least she was being honest.

"Not like me, huh, well, isn't that too bad. You don't know me Jason, I don't know if you ever did, but the thing that resonates within me the most, I have to wonder if I ever knew you. If your 'First' son was harmed, threatened, kidnapped or bullied, you'd be the first person leading the pack to extract your pound of flesh but when the same things happen to your own flesh and blood, you can't be bothered to so much as lift a finger, let alone put a stop to the idiocy."

"I found and rescued Jake, don't pretend that Lucky had anything to do with our son coming home!"

"How right you are, you did bring 'MY' son home, after your bitch of a girlfriend watched him being kidnapped.

"Elizabeth…"

"No, you don't get to say my name like that; you don't get to play on my vulnerable side to get your way. You did that once and look where it landed me, in the hospital and blind, because your other trollop blamed me for her inability to produce an heir and you know what you did. You used guilt and browbeat me until I agreed to let the little druggie go free. Of course, what did it matter, it was just me and my blindness. So long as you and your 'Chosen' family were good and safe, you'd walk over the little guys, just to get the outcome you desired."

"It wasn't, it isn't like that, she…she had just suffered a miscarriage and wasn't in the right frame of mind."

"Oh how I love it when you defend your pathetic harem. I've lost babies but I didn't strike out or hurt others, I dealt with the crushing blows by myself because once again, Lucky 'the witless' Spencer was the only person I could count on and that speaks volumes about the position your skanks put me in. I won't even mention Ric and his many sins against me. Over the years, I've tried to understand your position and feelings, but it seems to me, you never thought about me and my sorrows."

"…Elizabeth…"

"It still isn't sinking in, is it Jason? You took Sam back, back into your life, back into your bed and you know what the sad thing is? One day, your son is going to come to you and have questions. Do you think your pitiful attempts at explaining away things is going to hold a candle to the cold, hard, stark truth I'll be telling him. I won't even attempt to paint myself in a good light when I try to answer his questions but who do you think he'll believe you or me?"

"I…"

"No, I don't want you talking; I would prefer this whole meeting be done, that way I wouldn't have to hear your lame excuses. Three different times, I could have become vindictive and cold and didn't but that is because I always surmised a good and noble and honorable person was housed inside you. This imposter you have walking around and speaking for you, is just that and so much more. If this is the real you and the one you've presented heretofore, was nothing but distractions and misdirection's, then I pity the fool you are."

"Please, will you let me explain?"

"What is to explain Jason? My last nugget of wisdom to you before I go, want to know what your whore was up to this afternoon or where she is now?"

"What do you know?"

His tone of voice left a lot to be desired, but she answered him anyways.

"Me, what could I possibly know, I'm just poor, pathetic and dumb Lizzie, why would I know anything about your tramp? Oh, right, I know…because she tried to kill me and your son, again, good thing Jake and Cameron are at my grandmothers. Did you know she is the reason the Russians almost killed us a few months ago? But I digress, that is neither here nor there, what does matter, is the fact that she has that little freak Spinelli watching my life and every move I make. When he found out I was pregnant again, guess who he told? "

"You…you're pregnant, but…who…?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head, it is yours, but like Jacob, this baby won't know you either. We've been your afterthought for long enough. You can kiss my ass, because the only thing you took out of that sentence was that I was pregnant, not that your whore tried to kill us."

"Do…can…might I at least wrap my head around you being pregnant with my child?"

"No, the fact that three years later and you still haven't wrapped it around Jake…just, whatever. Go look for Sam, you'll find her in my home or what used to be. There is a note there for you. Goodbye Jason, we have reached the end of this rollercoaster ride."

It was kind of funny in a not so funny way that the uttered 'Goodbye' hurt far worse than anything heretofore. Perhaps it was the finality of it, but as she uttered that single word, she felt a part of her heart crumble.

"But…"

"It doesn't matter Jason, I don't matter, never have and never will. I've come to grips with that, now it is time for you to come to grips with the ending of our situation. I'll protect my children, I will do everything in my power to give them the life they deserve, I will devote my last breath to their happiness, but you, there is nothing left, like you wanted from the start, we are forever and completely out of your lives.

Elizabeth turned and walked out of the penthouse for the last time. She may be putting up a brave front but the pieces of her heart had pretty much turned to dust.

Sam was dead and she knew she would be found guilty of it, so there were no choices left. It was time to leave Port Charles; it was time to leave the 'great' United States of America. She wouldn't leave her and her children's fate in Jason's inadequate hands, been there and done that, she was not going to be painted a fool again.

'Hope you like necrophilia Jason, because that is the only way, that bitch will ever experience you and your cock again.' Elizabeth thought to herself, a bubble of not quite sane laughter spilling from her lips.

With Sam dead, Elizabeth felt lighter, freer and most of all, safer. Maxie's death…that was just a bonus and a pleasure, not to mention it felt amazing to let the little home wrecker get what was coming to her and really, she shouldn't have stuck her nose in other people's business, if she would have learned that lesson years ago, her brain matter wouldn't be decorating Elizabeth fireplace.

As she reached the street, she looked over the parts of the town she could see, the town she'd called home for so many years and felt nothing. It was as if she'd been hollowed out and the only thing to remain was the love for her children.

It was for them and only them that she made her final promises, to herself, to her children. It didn't matter; she had two things she had to stay true to, her kids and her promise to rediscover herself. She was no longer going to live and hope for the best, she was going to make it the best.

"Fuck you and the bitches, whores and losers you house." Elizabeth said to the empty street.

XxXxX

*Flashback*

This was what her life had become, unplanned pregnancies by men who were more interested in illegal activities than her. One son from a one night stand and two from a man who was the love of her life, yet she was but an afterthought.

It was funny in a heart wrenching kind of way.

Perhaps she should have listened when Carly said she meant nothing to Jason all those years ago. A booty call, that is what the gist was of what Sam said she had been, it hurt to admit it, hurt to admit that the love she felt for someone wasn't returned, never had and never could be.

The tears were her constant companion but today they felt more…more painful, more consuming, just more.

For weeks she had buried her head in the sand but yesterday, after twelve positive tests over a twelve week period, it finally resulted in a quick trip to see Kelly. It was kind of superfluous but she needed printed confirmation.

With the words printed in bold and underlined on the paper, it made it more concrete 'PREGNANT' it gave it a more absolute feel.

However, when in her life, had she ever been granted a moment to come to terms with anything.

Her parents shipped her to the neighbors when they left; she'd had to hitchhike across the world, or what at least felt like the world to a young girl. She'd been raped but she couldn't deal with her own issues or losses, she had to instantly 'man up' so she could deal with someone else's issues. Her boyfriend dies in a fire and while she is allowed to mourn, everyone was telling her she wasn't doing that right either.

Then came Jason and all the things she wasn't allowed to come to terms with, because someone or something always needed her. At first, she thought being needed was a good thing, but as they years moved on and things began to blur, she realized, she was needed alright, she was needed to fix everyone else's problems but no one could be bothered when she needed them.

So, why would she be granted a day to figure out how to break the news to the man you loved, that you were indeed, pregnant with his second child? Her wallowing was put on hold when the sound of a knock rang against her oaken door.

"What do you want Sam, Maxie?"

"You dead, but since that never happens, I want you to run as far and as fast as you can or I tell Jason you are having another of his spawn and this time, we will make sure we take this child away." Sam said.

Elizabeth wondered briefly how they could have found out so soon, looking at her watch, she realized it had only been three hours since the test came back positive and she'd been given the written confirmation.

"What business is it of yours? My children and I have nothing to do with you or anyone you associate with. You've had your procedure, get pregnant like everyone else and give your husband the child you both desire."

"You know, I almost didn't believe Spinelli when he told me you were pregnant again, but low and behold, you are and by my fiancé no less." Sam said, but no sooner had she stopped speaking than Maxie jumped in.

"Everything! A home wrecking tramp like you needs to be watched closely; you can never tell with people like you, one minute you are competing for Angel of the town and the next, you are practically auditioning for a cheesy porn film. The only thing that can be said about you, you are a Fertile Myrtle aren't you." Maxie said, giggling at her own wit.

"What can I say, some of us are born to be mothers, others, God knows when to sterilize them."

"You bitch, you just don't get it do you. You have always been a one night stand, you just didn't have the brains to know when to pack up and call it quits. Looks to me like everyone has finally had enough of you and called it quits on you, Lucky is back with Maxie and I have Jason, you should hear how he screams my name in pleasure every night."

"I would imagine he's trying not to snatch himself bald but if it is sexually, why wouldn't he, you are a pro after all. The original porn star of Port Charles, you've made your living on your back and I imagine your death will be found to be the same, on your back, between the sheets, with a bullet in your head, because you can't stay out of married men's beds."

"So how did you con Sam's man back into your bed?"

"I didn't con any one Maxie, you should know better than that. It was Jason who came to me, who needed the touch of a real woman and not someone so…plastic-y. I was minding my own business when he was overcome and ravished me at the lookout. He fucked me so good I can still feel the aftershocks of the multiple orgasms he bestowed on me. Does he ever dine on you Sam, like you are a buffet and he hasn't eaten in years. That tongue of his should be insured, it is magic and those fingers. He strums the body like a virtuoso who's spent millennia perfecting his talent. Just when you think your body can't handle the seventh or eighth orgasm, he's pounding that long, thick, steel like cock so deeply into your body, it feels like you become one and when he starts to talk dirty, damn, it makes all my parts quiver."

"You don't know what you are talking about. Jason is a wonderful lover, but I know you are lying, he says he doesn't do oral sex and once a night is more than enough to satisfy his desires." Sam replied but her delivery was weak.

"You know for someone so…professional, you would think you would know when a man is lying. Jason loves performing cunnilingus; I found the problem to be getting him to stop before I shattered into a billion pieces from an overload of pleasure."

"You can't even tell the truth when there is nothing to be gained, can you?" Maxie asked.

"You two came to my home and started spouting off your bullshit, get off my porch and leave me the fuck alone. I've put up with your idiotic asses long enough. Leave or see just how sick I am of the crap you spread."

"Should we be quaking in our booties, what is the precious Lizzie Webber going to do to us, cuss us to death?"

Elizabeth took a couple steps back and just like she hoped the two stepped further inside. When she reached the fire place, she saw that Maxie had shut the front door. 'Could they make this any easier?'

"You two aren't the smartest women in the world, but I would have thought you'd have enough sense to not come into a woman's home alone. Just because I present myself as passive, doesn't make me one. I take a lot of shit, but I have my breaking point and now, shit has to happen and I can't let you walk out of here alive." She didn't bother giving them a chance to react, she simply grabbed the gun from its hidey hole in the fireplace, took aim and shot Sam right between the eyes, the thump of her body hitting the floor was music to Elizabeth's ears.

She felt a sting and realized that Maxie, with just as bad as aim as Sam, shot her, but only grazed her.

"Oh Maxie, don't try to run now, you just tried to kill me, your aim is as bad your friends, but oh well. You've been a thorn in my side for as long as I can remember, every time I turn around you and the losers you align yourself with are butting into my life, my business and I never get a moments peace. I bet you were wishing you had been smart enough to keep your nose out of my business this time, aren't you?"

"Elizabeth, please, put the gun down, think of your kids. Think of my dad, he's already lost one daughter, don't hurt him like this."

"Hurt him, like you haven't done that a million and one times before, you are a walking contradiction, you spout off 'I'm sorry' but you never are. Now, after all that has been done, it is too late, you can't turn back now, it is time you face the consequences of your actions, you should have thought about your father before you became what you are."

Elizabeth watched as Maxie tried to avoid her weapons line of sight but it was all for naught. She had been pushed too far and lost too much and vengeance would be hers. The gun in Maxie's hand had obviously been forgotten in the blonde's fright.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned Maxie, it is time you learned that, albeit, the hard and permanent way."

Taking aim at the bubble headed blonde, Elizabeth calmly squeezed the trigger and felt the slight recoil as the bullet exploded from the chamber and hit its mark. 'Thank God for silencers or everything would have to be done much more quickly.' She thought to herself.

She should feel revulsion or horror at what she had just done but seeing the brain matter of two of her enemies did nothing but set her free.

"You fucked with the wrong bitch this time." Elizabeth said as she walked calmly up the stairs and packed the items her and the boys wouldn't want to leave behind.

She realized as she stuffed belongings haphazardly into bags, there wasn't a single thing she wanted to take with her. The only memories she planned to secure from her time in Port Charles, were those she was already taking, her sons.

She bandaged up the gash in her left arm, it was fairly deep but a few butterfly bandages held the wound closed very well, especially after she applied the liquid bandage.

At her kitchen table, she pulled out numerous pieces of paper out and began to write her goodbyes. An hour later, her fuck you/goodbye letters finished, she loaded her car.

With her children's prized possessions loaded into her car, she gave her one time picturesque home a final once over before getting into her car for two final stops.

Even though she left him a letter, she had to see him one last time. If nothing else, she hoped she'd walk away with some answers, if not, she'd just be walking away.

She had just over an hour before she had to pick up her boys, and then it would be the start of their new lives.

When she parked in the underground parkade, Elizabeth made one phone call. "Hey Francis, thanks for everything and most especially for getting me those documents. I can't thank you enough for everything you and Johnny have done for me but please know, I appreciate it more than I can say. I hope the future is bright and finds you all the happiness in the world." When she disconnected from the voicemail, she exited her vehicle and tossed the phone in the garage's garbage.

Free, that is what she was. The bindings that had held her so securely to Port Charles and its citizens had finally snapped. It wasn't shocking; the bonds had frayed so badly these last few years that a snap was bound to happen.

Her wrath hadn't been felt nearly enough yet, but, there was time and plans to be made. She'd let loose her fury and all those dumb enough to stand in her way or speak ill of her and her children, and they would tremble with fear.

For the time being she was running, but she wouldn't run forever nor would she forget or forgive, her vengeance would be felt for decades she vowed, as she rode the elevator for the last time to the penthouse suite.

'Melodramatic much?' Her mind asked.

'Not at all, it is just time Port Charles discovers that when you poke the bitch, the bitch pokes back.'

When her mind didn't offer any other comments, nary even a snicker, Elizabeth stepped out into the hall. 'Bring me truth or absolution it doesn't matter which anymore.' Like an avenging, wrathful angel, Elizabeth knocked once on the heavy door and waited.

XxXxX

*End Flashback*