Disclaimer: I own nothing from General Hospital. This is for amusement only.
Summary: "I am a mother looking for justice for her son." Elizabeth Webber takes matters into her own hands to get Jake justice and punish those behind the accident.
Timeline: Set right after Jake's accident.
Things You Need to Know: This is very AU. There are things that I have changed about the history because one I did not like them, or I don't have time to address them in the story that I have set up. The Niz affair did happened, but Liz wasn't engaged or dating Lucky. Lucky still felt betrayed, and still treats Liz horrible. There was no pregnancy storyline that followed. Liz didn't try to get back with either Lucky or Nic, but has been single and happy with her boys, Jake and Cameron. Rest of history is as follows.
Pairings: Elizabeth/Unknown, Nicolas/Britt. Other pairings to be determined.
Inspiration: The movie "Lila and Eve" really caught my attention and after watching it the trailer a few times. The lines that caught me were, "We are mothers, and when the worst happens we lose our minds and sometimes, our lives. Get to acceptance, so you can get on with your lives." I realized that this situation mirrored Elizabeth in many ways except one. Liz never really got justice for Jake. It was a whole cop out with Luke being the driver and I felt that there could been so much more to the story. There should have been more to that story than giving Jake's kidneys to Jocelyn and then sweeping him under the rug. The show promised some kind of big change, and so I am providing it. With a little superhero twist on the side to make things spicy.
Tags: Romance, Suspense, Crime, Mystery, Murder, Major Character Deaths, Non-con, Elizabeth Webber, Britt Westbourne, Spinelli, Molly Davis, Jason Morgan, Sam McCall, Lucky Spencer, Carly Jax, Not for Lucky and Sam fans, Likeable Britch, Spinelli is Liz's geeky bf, Jason isn't a lapdog, Well, he is but he grows out of it, Hypocritics will get called out on shit, Superheroes, Lizzie got an upgrade, And friends who don't take shit, The hands of the healer are always the bloodiest, and more.
Warning: This is heavy angst. There will be lighter moments, but this is about a woman driven to the edge that has to matters into her own hands to ensure the safety of her children. If you are looking for happy endings, you aren't going to get them very much here. There might be little to no romance, because I'm not sure if I'm going to pair Liz with anyone. Not even Jason. If you are a Sam fan this is not the fic for you. I'm bringing back the 2007 psycho Sam, so you have been warned. Lucky is getting his, I always hated how they had him act like Liz did him (which admittedly she did), but in the three times that Lucky cheated on Liz, she never treated him the way the writer's wrote him. I see JJ portraying him because he was the one yelling and spewing hate at Elizabeth. Several others will also be getting karma that's coming to them, while others get a bit of redemption and a chance at growth.
Crossover: Arrow, more pending
This chapter is inspired by the following songs:
"Control" by Halsey
ON THE ARROW
By ThroughtheMirrorDarkly
Warning: This chapter contains scenes that may trigger traumatic response. If you are not comfortable with that, then please scroll through.
CHAPTER ONE
June 2011
Elizabeth felt like she was drowning.
Drowning in grief. Drowning in loss and despair, desperate to stay afloat as the doctors talked to her. They spoke to her with clinical tones, but with the faces of people she trusted more than anything in the world. Patrick. Robin. Steven. All telling her that her little boy-her baby-was brain dead. It felt like a betrayal, a punch to the gut and she felt a scream tear up her throat. Denials upon her tongue, but she choked them back. Oh, how she choked them back.
She simply nodded, tears streaking down her face as she stared at the bed. It was too big for Jake, and only made him look so small. He looked so fragile hooked up to so many machines that were keeping him alive, and she felt some in her heart shatter. Something that she could never get back. She had ordered everyone to leave her and Jake in peace, not even to let Lucky or Jason in the room. She needed time to think, to breathe, to figure out something.
She had paced the floor over and over again. Her mind raced with ideas and things that they could try. She heard of some kind of proactive clinic that was had very successful trials with brain trauma patients. She had glanced over the paper a few months back, and thought about seeing if Jake's case would be one they were willing to take on.
Elizabeth wasn't giving up on Jake. She would fight for her son, even when others thought all was lost. If she had given up at the first time her life had been crushed, she wouldn't have picked herself up out of those bushes. As much as Lucky thought he had helped her heal, he was merely a crutch to help keep her balance. Elizabeth had healed all on her own, but it had taken her years to realize her own strength and worth did not depend on anyone, but herself.
"Oh, Jake, I am sorry," she whispered, brushing her fingertips across his forehead gently. Like he was glass, and one touch would break him. She replayed the night over and over in her head, and she was sure that she locked that door. She could remember hearing the lock click after she twisted, the sound echoed in her ears and she clenched her eyes so tightly shut that she missed person that stepped into the room until a hand landed on her shoulder.
She lifted her head to look at the intruder, and her eyes went wide in horrors. "You," was all she got out before needle stuck deep into her neck. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream.
SIX MONTHS LATER
Elizabeth Webber stood on the docks, staring out at the Cassadine Island as the waves toppled over each other, and she had a pensive look upon her face. Her hands were shoved into the pocket of her black coat, and dark blue scarf wrapped around her neck protected her a little bit from the bitter chill in the air. It had been six months since she had been in Port Charles. Six months since Jake had been hit by a car, and she had lost her baby boy. Wither her 'disappearance', Lucky had made the decision to donate Jake's kidneys and Elizabeth felt bile rush up the back of her throat. If Helena Cassadine wasn't already dead, Elizabeth thought, her teeth gritted together and angry tears burned her eyes. It had been a harsh six months, but she endured for Cameron's sake and her sanity's sake.
She had left without word, or warning. She did not have the time to deal with the hypocritical Spencers, and Lucky most of all. Even thought Lucky and her had not been together, when he found out that Nicolas and her had summer affair, he had been outraged. He acted like a jealous lover, which he had no right to and publicly went out of his way to verbal attack her. When Lulu had come to the hospital intent on calling her a whore among other things, Liz had put her foot down. Liz had told Lulu that her and Lucky were not together, had not been together since their divorce and he didn't get a say who she dated or otherwise.
That, of course, made her public enemy number one. Sam and Carly came to tell Liz that Jason was not interested in and to stay away. Liz had replied, "Gladly." The two seemed shocked and surprised like they hadn't known what to make of that. When Carly demanded what the hell that meant, Liz informed the blond (with no small amount of glee) that if Jason could go back to Sam after all the things she did, and she explained what Sam did in detail, then he wasn't the man she had thought he was.
Now, Liz wasn't perfect. She wasn't a saint, and she didn't know why people thought she was. Was it because she had been unbelievably broken by that night in the park, and instead of turning angry and bitter, she turned to compassion instead? That even when she did the wrong thing, she tried to do it for the right reasons? She didn't know. She made mistakes and had lied, usually for the right reasons. Not always, but usually. She had dealt with the attacks on her character. She had took the high road, and brushed them off with the grace and dignity that her grandmother taught her to.
Jake being hit by the car had been the last straw.
It had been senseless. It had been avoidable.
And Elizabeth thought she knew the worse kind of pain the night of her rape, it didn't compare to the pain that comes with losing a child. Closing her eyes, she let out a calming breath and she ran her finger through her shortened hair. Her fingers tightened, and she remembered the feel of her deadbolt between her fingertips. She remembered the sound of the lock sliding into place, and she knew that her door had been locked. She knew it in her heart and soul, but when she even voiced that, no one believed her.
Lucky and Jason had looked at her sadly.
Monica later told her that it had been her fault, after learning Jake was her grandson. Siobhan told her it was sick to use her dead son to get Lucky's sympathy. Sam told her that she could have another child, and Liz felt sick thinking that was the other woman's way of being "comforting". Carly had told her that her connection to Jason was severed forever then had the nerve to ask for Jake's kidney in the same sentence.
Liz felt rage. Bitter and dark rage like nothing she could ever describe again. Like hot coals burning inside of her soul and she didn't know how to let it go. She didn't know how to get past it, and then someone had shown her another way. "The hands of the healer are always the bloodiest," she whispered the mantra that kept her going for the last few months when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end. She tilted her head to catch the shadow of someone moving down the stairs towards her, and her muscles coiled tighter, prepared for a fight.
"Elizabeth?" The shocked voice of a Sam McCall echoed into the night.
Elizabeth clenched her fists, and slowly turned to face the happy couple. It wasn't a surprise to see Sam not far from Jason's side. Sam talked a good game, and had some to back up, but she had insecurities when it came to her relationship with Jason. If she even thought for a second she was losing Jason, her true colors showed and she became vindictive and wholly ugly person. There might have been a time Elizabeth believed the other woman had changed, but a recent light had been shed on certain events that proved otherwise.
But now is not the time for that, she thought, a bit weary. Elizabeth composed her features into an even expression. Neither cold, nor warm. "Sam. Jason," her voice was polite, and her eyebrow arched upward ever so slightly. "Out for a stroll?"
Jason studied, with his sharp gaze. At one time he had know her so well, and had been able to see past the fake smile that she had been keeping up for years. He couldn't see anymore. He had become the Borg that Taggert had always accused him of being, letting himself be strung along by Sonny and Carly. It broke her heart to see him a hollow reflection of the person that he used to be, chipped away by all the strain of the years and tragedies that piled up around him.
Even though there was a notable distance between them, and perhaps there always would be, Elizabeth would always reserve a piece of her heart for Jason. Jason deserved to have a voice in his life instead of letting himself be pulled along by those too used to using him that they forgot he had wants, too. Elizabeth had went out of her way to not use Jason, not wanting to become like the other people in his life. When he paid for Lucky's medical bills and then the money for Jake, Elizabeth knew he did it behind her back because he knew she wouldn't take it.
Elizabeth wondered if she had just accepted help when it was offered so many times before if she would have ever made mistakes like Ric, or Lucky.
"Elizabeth, you're really back?" Jason asked, his voice a faint whisper. He sounded as if he could barely believe she was standing there. He was always so good at hiding his emotions, but to see Elizabeth after six months, he could barely stop himself from reaching out to touch her. To see if she really was real, but Sam's arm wrapped through his kept in place.
"Yeah, I'm back," Elizabeth said, with a nervous laugh and shifting on the balls of her feet. It was as if the universe was mocking her for stepping foot back into Port Charles by them being the first people she ran into.
"Where have you been?" Sam suddenly snapped out of shock, and gave the other brunette a dark look. She couldn't believe that she had to gall to come back to Port Charles after her little runaway stunt that had so many people worried. "Lucky has been worried out of his mind."
Elizabeth's polite demeanor shifted slightly, and her upper lip curled ever so slightly. "Well, Sam, I don't really owe you an explanation seeing how we aren't friend or family, but if you must know…Helena Cassadine kidnapped me," she stated, her voice sharp as if reprimanding a child for doing something they shouldn't have been doing.
Sam caught the tone, if the angry flush that spread across her face was any indication.
"Helena Cassadine had you?" Jason looked alarmed.
"Yes," she said, shortly.
Sam rolled her eyes. "You have to give us more than that Elizabeth. You been missing for months. Why did she take you? What did she want?" She demanded, her dark eyes narrowed. There was something unnervingly different about the other woman, and Sam couldn't put her finger out on it. Sam didn't like that feeling one bit.
Elizabeth didn't bat an eyelash. "She wanted to make my life a living hell, and that's all you need to know. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my hotel room. I always video chat with Cameron at night," she smiled, thinly. It was just enough to be convincing.
"You know Cameron was with your sister?" Jason frowned. There was something different about Elizabeth. It wasn't the fact she had cut her hair to shoulder length, or the calm border lining cold expression on her face. There were shadows in her eyes, and the light that he had attributed to Elizabeth was no where in sight.
"Yes. I left custody to her so when Helena kidnapped me, I figured that she would come and take him to California. Going to see him was the first thing I did when I was well enough," Elizabeth admitted, her expression twisted with sorrow. She loathed to leave him in California, but agreed with Sarah it was better for him to finish out the school year there before moving him back to Port Charles. It would also give her time to get things settled.
"Well enough?" Sam asked. She didn't want to be stuck around her any longer, and when she got to the penthouse the first number she would be calling is Carly. There was no way that she was going to allow Elizabeth to use this to put her hooks back into Jason. Why couldn't have Helena done them a favor and killed her? Sam thought, her stomach twisting into angry knots.
"Like I said, Helena made my life hell," Elizabeth said, with a roll of her shoulders. There was tension building along her spine, and she could see the cogs in Sam's head spinning like a hamster on a wheel. Going and going, but ultimately going nowhere.
Jason's expression darkened. "Elizabeth, how bad did she hurt you?" He asked, feeling his heart sink into the pit of his stomach. Helena was worse than some of the mob boss that he and Sonny dealt with on a daily bases.
"Jason, I appreciate the concern, but I am better now. I'm strong. Stronger than I have been in a long time. I don't need someone to save me, or for someone to help pick me up out of the snow. I've got that all covered," she told him, and watched several emotions flicker across his face before she managed another smile. "You two enjoy your walk."
And she walked away from them without another word.
Mayor Floyd was finishing up paper work in his office. Anything to keep from going home to his angry wife who was not happy at all when he had a brief affair with Alexis Davis back in 2006 after his other mistress was found dead. He could see his days as Mayor of Port Charles swiftly coming to an end. "Marie," he pressed a button on his intercom attached to his secretaries desk, "can you bring me the proposition proposed by Lex Corp? I want to go over it again."
He released the button without even waiting for a reply, and raked a tired hand down his face. He sat there for several moments waiting and frowned looking up at the closed doors. Marie had been insanely organized, surely she should have found the document by now. He pressed the button again, "Marie? Did you hear me?"
And that's when all the power went out.
His heart stopped in his chest as panic burned through him. He knew all the things that happened in his city, and with all the underhanded deals he had made in this city, he knew that he had made plenty of enemies. "Please be a blackout. Please be a blackout," he whispered, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open.
There was no signal. Not one tiny bar, and this place always had good reception. Mayor Floyd shut the phone, and swallowed harshly. His heart was pounding in his ears and he rose shakily to his feet. He shuffled towards the door, and listened for any shouts or gunfire.
Several seconds of silence ticked by and that made the uneasy feeling only intensify. Floyd placed his hand on the doorknob, and slowly twisted it. As quietly as he could, he pushed the door open and peeked out. The lights out here were out, too, and his eyes flickered over to his secretary's desk. He almost swallowed his tongue when he saw her body slumped lifelessly on top of it. Oh, God. Oh, God, he thought, almost wild with fear.
"Marie?" He whispered. "Marie?"
No response.
He edged forward slowly, his knees almost buckling beneath him and his hand trembled as he reached out slowly. He pressed to fingers to her neck, and let out a breath when he found a slow, but steady pulse. "Oh, thank God."
Then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and twisted around. He almost swallowed his tongue when his eyes adjusted just enough to make out the person. Silent and still like a statue, the figure stood there dressed like death with a bow in hand and an arrow pointed straight at his face. A gravely, mechanical voice said, "Mayor Floyd, you have failed this city."
"Please," Floyd begged. "Please, just t-tell what you w-want. I'm s-sure we could work o-out some kind of deal."
"I'm not here for deals. I'm here for justice," the figure told him, the voice lacked any empathy for his fear and the faceless figure did not waver. "You have stolen, and lied to the people in this city. You have caused pain and suffering, and you will pay for it."
"W-what…what did you do to Marie?" Floyd managed to sputter out. His eyes were almost crisscrossed as they stared at the sharp arrow tip near his face. If the archer let it go, he would be in a great deal of pain if he didn't instantly die. His blood pounded in his veins, and he felt light headed like even given second he may faint.
"I've given her a poison. Slow and painful death awaits her if you do not cooperate," the dark archer warned him, allowing Floyd to absorb the information presented to him for a moment before continuing. "It won't paint a pretty picture when the police show up. Another young woman found dead in your presences. Your secretary no less, and given your previous affairs, it would not be a stretch to say you killed her."
Floyd's mouth worked up and down, as a cold sweat broke out along his skin. He was frozen to the spot in terror, and he placed a palm on the desk next to him to keep himself standing.
"I suppose you could always point the finger at me," the dark archer said, the tone in their voice considering and cutting in the same moment, "but who would believe you? A mystery hooded figure with a bow? You'd be laughed right into a padded cell for a very, very long stay."
Floyd trembled, his lips pressed together. He saw no way out. With being the prime suspect in already on murder case, there was no way he could not give into this mystery archer's demands. Especially if he wanted to make it out here alive. "What do you want?" He asked, feeling exhausted and defeated.
"I want Sonny Corinthos's head on a silver platter," the hooded figure told him, simply. "You're the weak link that is going to get me to him."
"You're kidding!" Floyd laughed, hysterically. He shook his head back and forth desperately. "No one can takedown Sonny Corinthos! People have tried for years."
"None of them have the motivation that I do," the hooded archer said, nonpulsed by his reaction. "Nor the means I have, nor would go to the lengths that I will to ensure his death."
"You…" Floyd didn't know what to say.
"Now get me all the files you have on him," the archer ordered, a jerky nod towards the large flash drive that sat on the desk. "Hook it up to your computer. It will do the rest. Once its done, bring me the files. Her life and yours depend upon it."
Floyd looked between the portable hard drive then at the archer for several seconds, unable to get his feet to move anywhere. "You cut off the power. How am I supposed to get to my computer?"
"You computer has been turned back on. I would hurry," the archer said, mockingly. "Who know when I might just let this arrow slip?"
Floyd swallowed harshly. He drew in a shuddering breath and picked up the hard drive with sweaty fingers. He went back into his office aware on the eyes and arrows that followed him carefully. He was startled to find that his computer had indeed had been turned back and he plugged the flash drive in slowly. As soon as it was in, the light on the flash drive lit up blue and suddenly file after file was popping on his screen. It was downloading everything on his computer, he realized and he grit his teeth together in an effort not to be sick.
While the download was happening, his eyes darted all around the desk for something to use as a weapon. His gaze fell upon his stainless steel letter opener before he darted back up to the hooded figure who still had the arrow pointed at him. Minutes ticked by slowly, agonizing slow until finally the download was done and as soon as he pulled the portable hard drive free from the computer, it shut off.
He didn't want to even think about the resources that this archer must have to do this, and he wondered if by being so desperate to keep Corinthos appeased that he hadn't unwittingly made a far more dangerous enemy. Taking a deep breath, he faked a stumble and caught himself on the desk. His right hand wrapped around the letter opener and he concealed it the best he could.
As soon as he was in two feet, he charged. Dropping the hard drive to the ground, Floyd raised the letter opener high, but the archer immediately dodged the attack in one smooth movement. A solid kick to his abdomen sent him flying back against the wall with an inhuman force. He tried to get to his feet to attack again when he heard the snap of a bowstring, and in the next second he felt a blistering pain in his arm.
The arrow sliced into the middle of his forearm, and he cried out in agony. The letter opener fell to the ground with a loud clatter and he soon followed with a great thud. Tears poured down his face, and he gasped holding his arm up in disbelief. "You…you shot me," he said, his voice strangled with pain.
"A letter opener?" The archer snorted, kicking the offending object out of his reach with the tip of their boot. "I don't take being doubled crossed well, Mayor Floyd. You really shouldn't have done that."
Floyd closed his eyes in despair. "Please…" he panted, feeling the blood soak his sleeve. His entire was sweating now, and his stomached rolled. He could feel bile rush up the back of his throat, and in the next moment, he threw up on his brand new carpet. "Please…don't hurt us. Don't…make Marie pay for my mistake…"
"Hmm." The dark archer made the noise in the back of their throat before grabbing his arm and ripped the arrow clean out of it. Floyd screamed, his body arched off the floor as flesh and bone were broken. "I lied. She is merely sedated, not poisoned," the archer commented, quietly. Perhaps even with a twinge of regret in their voice as they tossed the arrow to the ground and slipped their bow onto their back. "Unlike you, I won't use deaths of innocents to further my agenda."
Floyd was barely hanging on the consciousness at this point. Blood like a fountain ran down the length of his arm, and out on the floor.
The dark archer retrieved the hard drive from the floor and checked it for damage carefully. Satisfied with its condition, the archer turned back to Floyd. "I will give you one chance at redemption. You will resign from your job posthaste, all your money you've made with your underhanded deals will go charities then you will leave Port Charles with the modest sum left to you and never return."
"O-or else what?" Floyd stuttered, black dots dancing in front of his vision. He figured he had nothing else to lose now. Either this person would kill, or Corinthos would once he found out about what had happened.
"I will come back to finish the job," the hooded person promised, darkly before Floyd's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Five minutes later, Marie awoke, groggy and confused to find Mayor Floyd lying in a pool of his own blood and called 9-1-1.
In had been three hours since they returned to the penthouse, and Sam could feel a canyon of distance build between her and Jason. And it was all Elizabeth's fault, Sam thought viciously. If the brunette had just stayed away then everyone's lives would have just been better. Sam was no fool. That whole spiel about not needing to be rescued was just a way to manipulation Jason. "She has to be lying, Jason. I think she ran off and doesn't want to admit, so she's using Helena as a convenient scapegoat. Or maybe she is working with Helena to get back at Lucky for moving on and marrying Siobhan. It wouldn't surprise me."
Jason didn't answer, he hand his face buried into the palms of his hands as he tried to find some way of containing the anger that Sam's words had invoked in him.
"Jason, did you hear a word of what I said?" Sam said, her arms were crossed over her chest.
Jason pinched his brow. "Elizabeth would never work with Helena. Not in any universe," he told her, sharply. He was tired of hearing her talk at this point. Even since encountering Elizabeth at the docks, Sam had speculated about her return. Each idea less flattering as she got herself worked up. "And Elizabeth wouldn't run away and leave Cameron behind. She loves him more than anything else in this world, and after losing Jake…" He closed his eyes in mute despair over Jake's death. The pain hadn't lessened, or disappeared. "I believe Elizabeth. She had no reason to lie about Helena, or about being kidnapped."
"Jason, if she was kidnapped how did she get away?" Sam pointed out. "I mean, come on, Elizabeth isn't exactly made to handle danger."
"She's handle herself in plenty of dangerous situations," Jason defended Elizabeth, giving Sam a glare. "Or have you forgotten how she saved your life from the Russians?"
"She got a lucky shot," Sam scoffed.
"Lucky shot or not, she could have taken the boys and ran. She didn't. She stayed to help you, and saved your life. It's not the first she did that either," Jason said, after a deep breath. "I don't understand you're need to make Elizabeth out to be an enemy when she isn't."
"Jason," she drew out the syllables in a whine, "I'm just trying to get you to see that there is more to this story than what Elizabeth is trying to get us to buy. She's lied before to manipulate you, and she'll do it again."
"If you are talking about keeping Jake a secret then you need to stop," Jason's expression shuttered, and his voice when arctic cold. "That is not a conversation that you want us to have."
Angry tears filled up Sam's eyes. "Why not Jason? You can't stand to admit that Elizabeth isn't some perfect angel, can you?" She let out a bitter and choked laugh. "She lied to everyone about needing time to herself and that's why she couldn't go back to Lucky meanwhile she was screwing his brother! She lied to you about your son, the son you created as a mistake for sleeping with—"
"Sam, enough!" Jason bellowed, his fist slamming into the wall next to him. His eyes flashed dangerously, and he glared at her in a way she hadn't seen since he found about the gunmen she had hired to scare Elizabeth and her boys. "What was between Elizabeth and Nicolas was their business. No one else's. As for the night of the blackout…was and never will be a mistake. We were both hurt. We were both betrayed. We needed someone to lean on, someone to anchor us and we found that in each other.. All that happened afterwards…none of us handle that mess right. At least, Elizabeth was thinking of everyone else instead of herself."
He stormed out of the penthouse leaving Sam fuming. She paced the length of the room several times, and she knew that she had to keep Elizabeth out of their lives. If Jason went rushing to Elizabeth's aid—no doubt in some damsel in distress act—Sam would lose him for good this time. She just knew it.
So she started scheming.
Kristina Davis had just closed up at Kelly's. She had started working there and it had taken her mind off of Kiefer. After her put his hands on her, Kristina should have broken up with him right then and there. But she had bought all the apologizes and allowed herself to be sucked back in until he almost choked her to death when she had been late to their date. She had managed to get away, and broken up with him over a text. He had replied with texts filled with threats and called her horrible names and she was honestly scared that he would do something. She found herself jumping at shadows, and loud noises.
If Molly had noticed, but didn't ask. Sam was too wrapped up in Jason and the desperate need to have a child to even see anything else. Her mother was wrapped up trying to clear her name in the Mayor's mistress's death to even pay attention to what her daughters were doing.
Kristina had just decided to deal with it herself. Sometimes, she resented Molly's ability to get lost so easily in books and fairytales. She could clean as many tables at Kelly's, get lost in motion of working, but when the day ended, she could feel the anxiety build back up inside of her. She quickened her pace to meet Michael at the end of the block and wait for him to get off work at docks where he put up storage for their dad. (Legal storage that was. Sonny had forbade him to get involved with the other side of his business.)
Kristina looked down at her feet, with a sigh when hands from the dark alley way reached out and grabbed her. She tried to scream, but a large hand muffled the sound. She kicked and fought until she felt something metal and sharp placed to her neck.
"Stop fighting, or you're dead," a low familiar voice warned her, and Kristina whimpered in fear when she made out Kiefer's shadow. Tears prickled at her eyes, and she couldn't believe this was happening to her.
"You stupid bitch," Kiefer growled. "You think you can just run out on me? You think you send me a text to break up with me? You are mine, Kristina, and I'm going to prove it to you." His hands shove her coat out of the way, and goes to the buttons of her shirt. He tore it open, and Kristina screamed against his palm. The knife cut into her neck, and she froze in panic and fear. Everything in her was telling her to fight, but she didn't want to die.
Suddenly, there was a whistle sound that cut through the air and then Kiefer was screaming. He dropped the knife and back away, clawing at something in his shoulder blade. When he fell to his knees and turned, Kristina saw that it was an arrow. Kristina then looked up to see the silhouette of an archer standing at the end of the alleyway with a bow in hand.
"I…I…" Kristina stammered out. Her hands clutched her shirt closed, and she started backpedaling away from Kiefer. "You saved me…" She could barely believe it. It was like something out a comic book, and she leaned against the brick wall to keep herself upright.
The archer put away their bow after they approached Kiefer, regarding him as something that one found on the bottom of one's shoe.
"You…freak," Kiefer bit out, angrily. Spittle flew from his mouth, and his body was shaking uncontrollably from the amount of pain he was experiencing. "You'll pay for this!"
"Not as much as you," the archer promised, and with one solid punch laid Kiefer out across the pavement. The archer reached into the pouch at their waist and pulled out zip ties. Kristina watched as her savoir made sure that Kiefer's hands were secured behind his back before they turned to her. "Are you alright?"
"I…I think so…" Kristina said, uncertainly. It took her a moment, but she finally got her own two feet underneath her steadily.
"Kristina," a shout came and Michael running around the corner. He reached her side when his eyes swiveled to Kiefer who laid on the ground in pain and then up at the archer standing there. When he heard screams, he had thought the worst, and this…this was not what he imagined. "What the hell? Kristina, what happened? I was waiting to give you a ride home, but you never showed! I got worried, and then I heard shouts! I expected…not this!"
How he managed to get that all out in one breath, Kristina would never know. Kristina swallowed, thickly. "Kiefer…he grabbed me…Michael, he had a knife…and I was saved by…" She pointed a shaky finger at the archer.
"You saved my sister?" Michael asked, his hand on Kristina's back in case they had to run. Normal people did run around with bows, and masks after all.
The archer studied them for a second, before nodding. They started to back up slowly, slinking back into the shadows to disappear into the night.
"Wait. Where are you going?" Kristina asks meekly, wringing her shirt in her hands as she stared at the person who had saved her from a horrible fate. Her big brown eyes impossibly wide filled with a damaged and terrified look. "I…I don't think I can do this alone."
The archer visibly struggled. They couldn't leave her in this state by herself. "The police are less than five minutes out. Just stay put here with your brother. I'll be watching until they get here," the archer said, their voice soothing despite the mechanical clicks and distortion.
"Y-you promise?" Kristina asked, her voice barely audible.
"I promise," the archer swore, and turned to walk away.
"Wait!"
The archer turned back, questioningly.
"What's your name?" Michael immediately shakes his head and elaborated, "I mean, I would like to know the person who saved my sister? What do we call you?"
The archer paused, as if not expecting such a question. "The Ebony Arrow," was the reply, and in the next second, they were gone into the shadows as if they had never been there.
END OF CHAPTER! If anything of the GH timeline is off, then just consider it part of the AU. I didn't watch around this time so I don't know everything that was currently going on. :D
NOTES:
1.) Basically Helena kidnapped Liz. With Liz gone, Lucky had to make the choice to donate his kidneys which Liz clearly did not want to do. She wanted more tests to be ran. She's been gone for six months, but not all that time was spent as Helena's captive. What happened filled with flashbacks, and cameos from the Crossovers.
2.)Sam's attitude was really based off how she treated Liz for the most part. Right or wrong, Sam always accused Liz of acting like she did no wrong, when Sam can't even admit what she did wrong because Liz's wrongs would pale in comparison. While I do like the times these two women were able to put their differences aside, for the most part Sam has always been antagonist towards Liz before they tried to whitewash her completely and make Liz the root of all evil. (Yeah, GH so not buying that.) So yea, psycho 2007 Sam is back and staying so if that's a no go for you then you probably should jump ship.
What do you think the theme song would be?
"Control" by Hasley
OR
"I'm So Sorry" by Imagine Dragons
If you don't know them, please go listen to them on you tube and tell me what you think.
On the Arrow Soundtrack:
1.) "The Fighter" by In This Moment
2.) "Bridges" by Broods
3.) "Warrior" by Beth Crowley
4.) "The Troubles" by U2
5.) "Under" by Alex Hepburn
6.) "World So Cold" by 12 Stones
7.) "Thousand Eyes" by Monsters and Men
8.) "This is War" by 30 Seconds to Mars
9.) "Everything Burns" by Ben Moody
10.) "Too Close" by Alex Clare
11.) "Sweet Dreams" by Emily Browning
12.) "Eyes on Fire" by Blue Foundation
13.) "Black and White" by Earlyrise
14.) "Did You Miss Me" by The Veronicas
15.) "Where the Lonely Ones Roam" by Digital Daggers
16.) "Immortals (Remix" by Fall Out Boy
17.) "In Memory" by Shinedown
18.) "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Earlyrise (or Korn's version)
19.) "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel
20.) "Awake and Alive" by Skillet
21.) "Hero" by Jessie J
22.) "Unsteady" by X Ambassadors
23.) "Darker Than Blood" by Steve Aoki ft. Linkin Park
24.) "Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch
25.) "Control" by Halsey
26.) "Shattered" by Trading Yesterday
27.) "Deranged" by Coheed and Cambria
28.) "Stranger" by X Ambassadors
29.) "Shining" by X Ambassadors
30.) "Heroes" by Manz Zelmerlow
RRs are appreciated.