Disclaimer: I do not own the characters on the show, "General Hospital". This is a work of fiction written for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Written for Animegirl1129 as part of a meme on livejournal.
"I've been watching you," the man spoke conversationally and smiled at him as though they were great friends as he started the car. Spinelli tried to focus on whatever road signs he could see in the darkness and note each and every turn the man made as he took a left turn out of the parking lot. They were heading further away from Port Charles, and, much to Spinelli's distress, his hijacker expertly wove the small car through the suburb Spinelli had taken creative refuge in, and out onto the freeway.
"And I knew that you were the right one for me." He looked at Spinelli expectantly, but the hacker was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "The way you focused so intensely on your work and didn't allow anyone or anything to distract you, that's what I've been looking for, someone intense like you."
He reached over and placed a hand on Spinelli's knee, causing Spinelli's knee to jerk in response. The young hacker swallowed and his eyes darted over to the man's briefly before he looked away. The man's dark blue eyes, though not a match for Jason's clear, intense blue, were smoldering with a desire that made Spinelli's stomach clench.
He didn't know if he could do this. He had to get away. He eyed the handle to the passenger door and fingered it carefully. The road was flying by at a speed far too dangerous for him to even contemplate jumping from the vehicle, but as the man continued to stare at him with an open lasciviousness, he wondered if it wouldn't be the better calculated risk.
Risking another barked order to shut up, Spinelli took a deep breath and posed a question he hoped his captor would find innocuous, "So, where is it you're taking me?" He looked over at the man shyly, through the fringe of hair that covered his eyes. He endeavored to ignore the hand which continued to linger on his knee, but it felt weighted and it was all he could do not to stare at it or brush it off of him.
"Somewhere safe," the man answered, not taking his eyes from the road. He squeezed Spinelli's knee and Spinelli bit down on his lip to suppress a terrified whimper.
"Oh," Spinelli frowned. This wasn't going to be easy. "Where is safe?" He ventured. The gnarled hand moved from his knee to his upper thigh.
The man took his eyes off the road for a brief instant and speared Spinelli with an angry gaze. His eyes were coal black and Spinelli looked away. "You don't need to worry your pretty little head about that," he spoke almost tenderly and ran a finger down Spinelli's cheek, causing the hacker to shiver in revulsion. "I'll take real good care of you. You'll see," he promised. He replaced his hand on Spinelli's thigh, patting it before allowing it to settle in place.
Swallowing a fresh onslaught of bile, Spinelli choked back a sob. Stone Cold would not give into tears and neither would he. "I…I know that, it…it's just," Spinelli broke off, hoping that further questioning would not set the crazed man off, "I…I'd like to know where it is we're going, so that I can…be prepared for whatever contingency may arise. You know, to aid you in procuring a safe haven for the both of us," there was an edge of confidence to his voice as he finished speaking and he returned his gaze to the driver.
That's it Spinelli, don't let him get under your skin. Keep him talking; I'm coming for you buddy. If that bastard lays a hand on you…he didn't finish his thought. His words gave way to images of his hands around the throat of whoever had Spinelli, strangling the life out of him. Franco's threat be damned.
"I'm taking you somewhere safe," the dark man didn't turn to look at Spinelli, but the muscle along his jaw twitched and he removed his hand from Spinelli's thigh. Spinelli saw his knuckles whiten as they clutched the steering wheel tight. Had he pushed his kidnapper too far?
"S…sorry," he whispered, "it's just; the Jackal would like to know where it is we are going."
Oh crap, he'd really done it now. The dark man's shoulders hunched over the wheel and he appeared to be scowling. Spinelli wondered if he would yell at him again or do something worse, like pull the car over and shoot him or maybe just shoot him and continue driving. He hadn't seen any sign of the gun that the man had used to coerce him into the car, but he worried that the other man would brandish it momentarily. Stone Cold, when, if he found him would be retrieving his body from a shallow grave.
He forced himself to look out the window. The scenery, next to impossible to see in the inky black night, passed by much too quickly for Spinelli's liking. How was he going to let Jason know how to find him if he had no clue where he was?
The man's hand had once again found its way to his knee and then his thigh. Every now and again he'd rub his hand along his thigh, causing Spinelli to bite down on his lip not to cry out in revulsion. The man remained eerily quiet throughout, every once in awhile casting a sly look his way. Spinelli diligently kept his eyes focused on the scenery that passed them by at rapid speed.
Lost in thought, he felt something wet and thick trickling down the side of his face and reached a hand up to wipe it away. His hand came back red with blood. He hastily wiped the blood from his hand on his jacket. His head had been throbbing with pain since he'd struck it against the rearview mirror; he hadn't realized that he'd clipped it that hard.
Dizziness overwhelmed him and he closed his eyes, resting his head against the cool window. No longer caring where it was they were heading, or that the man's hand had wandered further up his thigh, he allowed his mind to wander in the mounting silence. His thoughts drifted to memories of the time he'd spent with Jason and Maxie. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he fell into a restless doze.
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