IS IT GONNA BE…

RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GENERAL HOSPITAL OR ANYTHING AFFILLATED WITH IT

CHAPTER ONE:


Lucus Jones scanned the familiar area of Port Charles, New York. The Docks. He let the hot night air whip though his clothes as he rested against the wooden bench and scanned the waterline. He ran his hands through his hair and then over his face as he averted his eyes to the ground below him.

"Damn," He muttered to himself as the few weeks' events flashed through his mind. Everything from first arriving back in Port Charles up until the crazed killer stalking around the Quartermaine Mansion flashed through his mind. He smiled slightly as he thought of his first day back in Port Charles, when he was walking into Kelly's and Brooke smashed right into him. She sent them toppling onto the floor, she seemed real pissed off but he could tell she enjoyed it.

"It's damn hot outside," he said to himself once again as he slipped his black button-up shirt off his upper body. More thoughts crossed his mind as he remembered Dillion in drag and helping Georige scheme against him. He knew it was all a horrible idea but he just couldn't help himself, he'd always help his cousin. His mind raced ahead to the night in the Quartermaine Mansion. The things that had occurred there rocked his mind; it was like something from a movie. Picture of a dead and bloody Sage appeared in his vision followed by Trent falling to his death with a pitchfork slammed in his back. He shook his head trying to shake the visions out of his mind, it made him sick to his stomach.

"Hey… kid," he heard from behind. He quickly jumped up from his seat and turned quickly around to find the owner of a voice. A large man dressed in a black suit stood before him.

"Yeah…" Lucus questions cautiously as he backed up a few steps.

"You know you shouldn't be out here, it gets mighty dangerous at night sometimes," the man warned Lucus as he glanced down at his watch.

"I can handle myself, I'll be alright," Lucus plainly stated.

"Just thought I'd remind you," the man calmly responded as he turned to leave. Lucus watched the man walk away and then took his seat back on the bench. You shouldn't be out here; it gets mighty dangerous at night. The words played through his mind just like the images of the past weeks. If he'd heard it once he'd heard it too many times.

"The docks are dangerous at night, the mob controls 'em," he muttered to himself as he remembered things people have told him, "Stay away from Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan, and Faith... there too dangerous. And stay away from Lorenzo Alcazar…" His voice trailed off at the last name. Alcazar. It didn't want to think about that, think about that name and the things that have happened to the people. He buried his face in his hands trying to shake his thoughts when he heard another voice come from his left side.

"Lucus," he heard his name and turned his head. It was Brookelynn.

"You shouldn't be out here at night, it's too dangerous," he stated when he noticed her beside him.

"Then why are you here?" she asked as she moved to sit next to him.

"Just thinking about everything that's happened," Lucus stated as he turned to stare at her. As he looked into her eyes he could tell that she was doing the same as he was. He could see the pain and he could feel it too.

"Yeah… me too," she responded as she turned to look out over the water. He followed her lead and returned to staring at the waterline. They sat in silence for minutes until Lucus shattered it with his voice.

"Why don't you let me walk you home? It's getting pretty late," Lucus offered as he stood up and through his button-up shirt over his shoulder. She agreed as she stood up and started for home with Lucus following closely behind.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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