I don't own ABC, General Hospital, Kick Ass, Charlie's Angels, Anything Avengers (Black Widow in particular), Anything from Twilight, the Resident Evil Franchise, or the Movie Lucy and the characters, narratives and overarching themes therein. Many of my concepts come from these movies and TV shows are inspired in some way. This is a Liason Fic, and in many ways will be extraordinary. Thanks for putting up with me. This is a very angst filled fic. There's a lot of hurt and misunderstanding. If you're looking for an immediate happy ending it's not going to happen. If you're a fan of Sam this is not a fic for you.
I don't own Scooby-Doo, Kick-Ass, Resident Evil anything, Kunai Knives, and Mortal Kombat. :)
I tried to incorporate an Eastern European/Russian accent into a few scenes, this is not meant to denigrate anyone, but to add effect to the storyline so it seems more legit. I know there are misspellings, but they're there for a reason. Sorry for anyone is easily offended that was not my intent here.
On a personal note, I know some readers are NOT Liason fans, but there's this neat little filter that lets you read about the stories you want to read about. If you're a fan of another ship other than Liason then I suggest you use it to filter only the things you wish to see. I use it all the time to avoid JaSam stories. I don't go to PRO- JaSam authors and harass them because it's rude, or Friz Authors and make nasty comments. If you don't like my ship that's fine, but I promise you trying to dissuade me from writing about Liason won't ever happen and as long as I write Liason I will never write Sam/Courtney in a positive light. Just some advance warning. One of the Liason authors was recently having to defend her ship. I stand with all authors and readers for getting to SHIP whoever you please.
7.) Totally Screwed
She was way past wanting to get a soak in the tub. It's not so much that her muscles were sore. Frankly, her muscles didn't really strain the way humans would. It was more what the hot water represented, which was an escape from it all. She was still sporting a red wig from her meeting with Jax and Diane. They were astonished to learn just how underhanded Sam had been in her dealings with nearly everyone in town. They were even more alarmed to learn that Elizabeth was no longer human and why she was going by the name Eliza Hardy now, and were astonished at the thought that she'd died and come back a monster. In fairness to Jax and Diane they didn't call her that, but she could see the leery expressions on their tired faces. She knew that she fell firmly into that freak category now, despite the fact that everyone in her coven refused to acknowledge it. Eliza had come to embrace what should be a hateful moniker. She was making her way around the corner in the early spring cold air. The late evening hours meant that very few people saw her, which she was thankful for because Liz was well aware that she looked like a complete idiot dressed in an innocent school girl's uniform. Her hair was in pigtails. The end of the meeting had been interrupted by Jax receiving a call from a frantic Sonny saying that Carly and Josslyn Jacks had been kidnapped and their guards killed, by Russians. 'No doubt that they were under the employ of Helena, and probably working in conjunction of with Jerry Jacks. The whole ring worked together,' Eliza thought as she made her way down the street toward the skyscraper that housed Karpov and his men on the top floor. She was dragging along a rolling suitcase that had her change of clothes in it and her firearms and other weaponry.
"I'm checking in. Can you hear me Georgie?" Eliza asked as she fiddled with her earwig.
"Loud and clear, Eliza… Quick question, do we have clearance for this?" Georgie asked.
"Do we ever?" Eliza snorted with sarcasm. Making sure her outfit was in order.
"That would be a big fat NOPE. Just be careful, Eliza," Georgie said.
"You know me," Liz responded.
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of," Georgie answered.
"Just be grateful that you're not the one dressed like an innocent school girl for some over-sexed perverted pierogi."
"True enough. Just leave some for the rest of us," Georgie laughed over the airway hoping to calm her cousin. Eliza really was the best at what she did.
"I'll trrrryyyyy," Eliza responded cheekily.
"That's the spirit, now embrace your inner hoe, and play the part of school girl hooker. Did you raid Sam's closet for this mission?" Georgie said poking fun at her cousin.
"I wasn't under the impression that Sam received a formal education of any kind so as to warrant this type of outfit. Okay, I'm approaching the Kremlin now," Eliza said her voice dripping with disdain as she walked up the small flight of steps in front of the skyscraper that housed Karpov and his men.
"Ha! The Kremlin! I love it. Maybe Sam would own the outfit for Halloween costume. You know how people try to be something they're not. In her case she was trying out intelligence, which is why it only would've lasted for the evening," Georgie said before continuing, "I have a view from the lobby now, from the camera near the south elevator. That's the one you'll need to access to get to Karpov, Carly, the kid and the gang."
"What are you the announcer for Scooby-Doo?" Eliza asked as she walked up to the door and effortlessly dragged her suitcase behind her.
"Maybe…but I'll only answer that if you get me a Scooby-snack," Georgie said.
"We've got to get you a hobby besides watching the Bangarang Channel," Eliza said exasperated with her cousin as she rang the doorbell to gain entrance to the front of the Luxury Condominium Building.
"Christ Liz, I think you mean the Boomerang Channel. The Bangarang Channel is probably isn't for kids."
"Whoops, my bad," Eliza said laughing before turning serious, "Okay it looks like the bellman is making his way over, "Mission started."
"Copy that. Mission started at 0 dark 31," Georgie confirmed from the surveillance van parked two blocks away."
The bellman approached the door and buzzed the young alluring woman through.
Eliza opened the door, looking at the man as salaciously flirtatious as possible.
"Can I help you?" the bellman asked.
"Da Beeg Man upstairs request innocent Ruh-ssian school girl to play patty-cake wiv, no?" Eliza said as she fiddled with her wig, tilting her head wantonly in the process. Years of observing Sam had taught her well. The faux eastern European accent was another issue altogether. It was part of the WSB training package. She was someone who had an ear for picking up accents and being able to pass herself off as something else, which was lucky for her since Karpov was into kink with underage girls, or girls that looked underage. She drew the short straw literally, 'Every-fuckin'-time. I'm always on pervert patrol,' Eliza thought with mirth. This guy was not long for this world.
"Let me check the log book," the bellman said as he made his way to the counter. The man was obviously a hired gun, an American one at that. He was not a Rusky, but he was a bit of a husky. This was going to be too easy. The man had nearly made it to the counter, but Eliza sped up and preformed a silent kill on him, breaking his neck effortlessly while throwing one of her Kunai knives with exactitude at the guard near the elevator, piercing his forehead and frontal lobe.
'Not bad if I do say so myself,' Eliza silently cheered herself on, "Dumb and dumber are down for the count," Eliza said to Georgie through the ear piece.
Georgie snorted and shook her head in reply, "Copy that. Bellman and guard are down in the lobby," Georgie replied in affirmation.
Eliza walked over to the elevator, removed the knife from the guard and punched the button to go up in order to hitch a ride. Thankfully, the elevator was slow going up. It allowed Eliza to change and remember her favorite kill of all time, Tom Baker.
Flashback
"Beep, beep, beep…Beep, beep, beep," the timer blared letting the three women know that it was game time.
"Well what do you know? Times up," Eliza said to Emily and Georgie, "First one to that Fucker gets the kill."
The women lined up at the front of the car, "On your mark, get set, GO!" Eliza shouted, and they were off. It was no contest really with regard to speed. Emily was taller and had longer legs. It worked to her benefit, but she wasn't nearly the tracker that Georgie was. Years of backpacking and hunting with Mac had taught her well, and then there was Eliza who chose to follow her nose, which was disgusting because the man still stunk to high heaven and his scent was noxious to her. 'He probably stopped bathing once he entered Pentonville in an effort to avoid rape in the showers,' she surmised.
Eliza was running at tremendous speed as were her other two comrades. Emily was three feet in front of her and five feet over to the right. Georgie was even with her and just to her left.
They were gaining on the miscreant, "I can hear him panting," Georgie said completely grossed out.
"Yeah, he makes that noise a lot. Especially while he's raping you," Eliza replied with disgust, speeding up in anger.
"God, he's one gnarly human. Ugh, I can't Eliza. He's just too gross. He's all yours ladies. May the best Vamp win," Emily replied slowing down, "I will just enjoy the show."
"That's fine with me," Eliza replied taking the lead, "You just sit back and watch the carnage."
Emily let out a chuckle, "I can't believe you're willing to touch him."
"We're wearing gloves, Em," Georgie replied not totally sure that the gloves would protect them from the nastiness that was Tom Baker.
The ladies made their way past the brush and came to a clearing. At the edge of the other side was the target. Tom Baker, a slightly pudgy man, unkempt, with injuries from Eliza's previous beating. Quietly, Eliza and Georgie rushed him. Eliza reached him first, as she wrapped her hand around the front of his face and grabbed the rapist from behind. Tom let out a squeal and tried to fight Eliza off. "Shhh…Not a word, Tom. It's my turn to make you bleed," Eliza whispered into the man's ear. With that, Eliza kicked her foot down, mashing it into Tom's right calf muscle. Her boots lent her reinforcement behind her kick. The kick was significant enough to snap both the Tibia and Fibula in one quick motion. The bones pierced the skin causing the man to scream out, begging her to stop.
"What's that Tom? I couldn't hear you over your pitiful screaming," Eliza said.
"I said, please stop. I'm sorry…I'm soo…sssorry," Tom screamed in agony.
"You're sorry? You were going to rape Maxie tonight. She's my cousin you know. You're not sorry, Tom. Just sorry you were caught, by me again, I might add," Eliza said looking at Tom contemptuously with a sharply arched right eyebrow.
"I'm truly sorry…for what I did to you," Tom replied as tears of agony rolled down his face.
Liz let him go briefly turning him around to face the three women as he let out a scream, "Georgie, anything you want to say to Tom here before he has to go?"
Georgie walked up to the man, balled her right fist, and jabbed him twice right in the abdomen, "That's for my sister. I don't know who you think you are that you can walk around and attack hapless victims, but it ends tonight, my sister being the last." Tom was screaming in agony. Georgie's punch packed, well…a punch.
Georgie took a step back, as Eliza approached with her arms crossed, "Any last words, Emily?"
Emily came forward, "You would've thought that all those years in prison would have given you a new perspective or lease on life, but old habits die hard, huh? Isn't that right, Tom? Out of curiosity, Tom, just how many women have you ever assaulted?"
"Elizabeth was my first," Tom said hoping to by himself time.
"I cry bullshit on that," Eliza said, "You were blackmailing young girls way before you made it to Port Charles."
"I raped two girls in Florida, sisters. I tricked them in a mall parking lot, telling them that I thought they had talent. They met me an isolated park a couple of hours later and I left them there after I was finished and moved onto to a new town."
Hearing his admission, Emily walked up to Tom and to her own surprise she backhanded him three times. "The first two hits are for the sisters whose innocence you stole. The third was for Elizabeth for all the sleepless nights you caused. Ugh. You make me sick. Just finish him Elizabeth. He's not fit to be breathing," Emily said with distain as she walked toward Georgie shaking her head.
Eliza walked toward Tom and took the man by the scruff, "Tom, I'll have you know that I'm really into symbolism. Have you ever played Mortal Kombat?"
Confused Tom answered truthfully, "Once many years ago."
"Oh good, so you may get the reference after all," Eliza replied.
"Tom, I find you to be a spineless coward," Eliza said walking behind the man, as she grasped him at the top of his spine.
"What does that have to do with anythi…"Tom tried to get out.
Eliza dug her fingers in deeply, and using her tremendous strength ripped out his spine out, severing his nervous system in the most grotesque manner possible while uttering the popular' Mortal Kombat' kill phrase, "Fatality."
Tom's body fell forward, while Georgie and Emily looked on in approval, which led Emily to say, "Liz that's the grossest thing I've ever seen, and yet I can't look away."
"That's what makes her my spirit animal," Georgie replied both repulsed and intrigued at the same time.
Eliza dropped Tom's disembodied spine, and made for a nearby brook that she could hear. The gloves weren't nearly enough to keep the remnants of Tom's carcass from marring her alabaster skin.
End Flashback
She zipped up the one piece black fighting suit and got her utility built on with duel fire arms and several clips, knives, and other nasty trinkets ready to go (Think Black Widow from Iron Man 2).
She placed on her eye mask and the "Ding, Ding," from the elevator chimed signaling her arrival. With her trusty blade ready, Eliza exited the elevator with great speed. Stabbing the one guard from behind, he quickly fell. She ran to the other guard but he'd already grabbed his gun, and fired off a round missing Eliza completely as she stealthily got out of the way. Reaching for the other guard, Liz knocked the gun away from him with her left hand while simultaneously jumping up and bringing down her elbow on the parietal part of his skull, cracking it instantly. The man's head flew back as he fell to the floor. Liz took shelter behind a rectangular statue, drawing both her firearms in each hand. 'This was it. Carly better be worth it,' Eliza thought, 'Oh for fucks sakes. Just who was she fucking kidding? Carly worth it. Yeah right. Here goes.' She could hear the men slowly approaching, their safety's being taken off. She rounded the corner and popped off two shots hitting the two men that lined the front of the corridor. They fell like led. She shot the next one on her left, and dodged the gunman on her right, before she got two shots in on him, one to the abdomen and one to the forehead. The next shot came out of nowhere from a goon in the back of the corridor, but she moved her head in the nick of time, jumping against the side of the wall firing off two rounds and killing two of the guards one on each side. She wasn't firing wildly but she quickly found herself out of ammo. In a crazy move that was a testament to her newly acquired genes she managed to pull out two clips and change them midair, but that didn't stop the bullets from flying at her, so she slid to the ground spreading her arms out as her body did a complete 360, and shot her firearms sideways killing three of the guards instantly. As she stood, only one guard remained, at the far end of the corridor. The poor fool was hiding behind a book cart, and was missing every shot. Suddenly, she ran forward, and flipped herself over the cart, landing behind the pitiful man. He looked shaken. "Relax, will you," Eliza said, "I can see that you're unarmed."
"Vhat-Vhat are you?" the man asked shaking with his broken English accent.
"Don't worry about that. You have more important things to talk about and if you want to get out of here alive, I will spare you. Where's Karpov?"
"He's meeting with her majesty," the man said.
"You mean Helena?" Eliza asked.
The man shook his head 'Yes.'
"Did he leave long ago?"
"No, not veery long ago. Karpov left aboot 15 minutes ago." The man replied.
"You just need to tell me where I can find Carly and the baby," Eliza said as she grabbed his wrist feeling his pulse vibrating trying to determine if he was lying to her. It took everything in her not to bite him. She hadn't even eaten yet and this rumpled up Rusky smelled delicious.
"They're at the end of the hall on the right," the man said shaken.
"Are there windows in that room?"
"Y-yiss," the man replied uncertain as he started to straighten his stance.
"Fine, take me and I'll spare you. Don't take me and you'll find out exactly what I am," Eliza said as her hungry indigo eyes illuminated before him and she opened her mouth to reveal her canines grow in anticipation of being fed.
"You are…a Vamp…Vampeer," the man said shocked.
"Well, you're partially right, and for 400 points, Vlad, what pray tell do Vampires eat?" Eliza asked as they walked back to the room.
"My names not Vlad, and zhey eat humans," the man replied.
"I don't care what your name is and that's incorrect. Vampires don't eat humans, that's zombies. Vampires drink blood, human blood and I'm starving so don't tempt me. Got it?" Eliza said.
"Got it!" The man said as he turned around and walked toward the back door at the end of the hallway.
"There's no bomb attached to this door is there?"
The man shook his head 'no' and Eliza knocked him out cold. Touching her earpiece, Eliza asked, "G, what's the 20 on Karpov?"
"Well it looks like he was meeting up with Helena, we just missed him by 5 minutes. He's going to be so pissed when he gets back and you aren't there. Speaking of which, Eliza," Georgie said glancing up, "Karpov is on his way back you need to book it with Carly. You won't be able to take the elevator down."
Knocking on the door, Eliza could hear movement behind it, "Carly?" Eliza called out.
"I'm in here," Carly called out frightened and tired.
She tried the door but it was locked, "Get away from the door Carly, I'm going to knock it down."
Carly backed away clutching her young daughter to her chest and waited for the door to open. It was almost instantaneous. She heard a foot collide with the door, and the door flung back. Standing where the door once stood was a blonde with a mask.
"It's you?" Carly asked.
"It's me," Eliza declared nonplussed, "Surprise."
"You're the one that saved Michael, and you were on the news earlier today when you saved Jax," Carly stated.
"Yeah, and if you stop talking we'll be able to get out of here and I'll be able to save you and Josslyn," Eliza stated.
"The attitude isn't really necessary okay. So how are we going to get out of here?" Carly asked.
Eliza walked up to the picture window and said, "The attitude will always be necessary and I just need you to stand back, Carly."
"You're not going to do what I think you are, are you?" Carly asked clutching Josslyn tighter and moving away afraid of the glass blowing back.
"Relax, I'm going to break it so it shatters in place and then we're going to get you out of here, okay. But I need you to trust me. We don't have a lot of time."
"Fine," Carly said standing back.
Eliza punched the glass, and it shattered in place. Then she kicked it out and hoped no one was standing below.
"Jeez," Carly said.
"Yeah, I know, but Karpov is on his way back and we can't take the elevator. Here's the deal, hand me Josslyn, and you wrap your arms around my shoulders from behind and wrap your legs around my legs and we'll be out of here in a no time."
"Okay, but don't you need a zipline?" Carly asked.
"Got one right here, but I need you to give me Josslyn first, and you need to grab hold. Whatever you do don't let go," Eliza said.
"Fine," Carly said handing over Josslyn reluctantly. Then wrapping her arms around Eliza's shoulders.
"Ready?" Eliza asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Carly replied with sarcasm and an eye roll.
"Good," Eliza said wasting no more time. She jumped out the window without a zipline. Liz knew that she didn't need a zipline. Carly however didn't.
"Ahhhhh," Carly screamed, "Whaaaaat about the zip-line?"
They landed soundly on the ground as if they weighed nothing.
"You can let go now Carly," Eliza said.
Carly slowly untangled herself from the woman whose name she didn't know. The woman turned around and handed the baby to her mother. Carly got a good look at the woman's face and despite the mask and blonde hair she knew those blue eyes and that muffin face anywhere.
"Karpov just entered the building, our van will be pulling up in 20 seconds," Georgie said into Eliza's earpiece as she put her mask on while the van was making its way around the corner.
"Copy that wild cat," Eliza said to Georgie while turning to Carly, "We have transportation. We'll take you home if you like or to Sonny's which do you prefer?"
"S-Sonny's," Carly said without hesitation. She didn't want to return the carnage that was at her home.
"Good, here comes our van now," Eliza said.
"Thanks, Muffin Face," Carly said with a smirk
'Fuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkk,' Eliza thought.
The van stopped in front of them and a masked Georgie opened the door.
Carly and Josslyn got in, but Eliza just stood there in shock.
"Hey, what are you waiting for? You want us to roll out the red carpet for you Muffin Face," Carly said jokingly.
Breaking out her thoughts, Eliza shook her head and climbed into the van. As soon as the door slid shut, the van took off.
"So you want to explain to me how you're alive?" Carly asked looking at Elizabeth.
"Not particularly," Eliza said, "What do you want Carly?"
"You selfish bitch, where's Jacob? Jason grieved his son, and you and might I add and your other child Cameron and what thanks do you give him? You've been alive this whole time, just playing dead."
"Watch who you're calling names," Georgie said trying to defend her cousin.
"It's okay G, she's never liked me so this is just par for the course. Carly's big on throwing around accusations without having all the facts aren't you Carly?"
"Come off it Elizabeth, you're keeping Jason from his child and I'm going to help him get his son back."
Eliza ripped off her mask, shoved Carly back as gently as she could so she would land on the seat behind and lit into her, "No, you won't. Because if you ever want to see Morgan again, and he's in my custody, you're going to do precisely what I tell you from here on out. Let's start with listening. I'm going to give you the full and complete story, and you're finally going to listen like you never have before."
"Why do you have my son? Sonny will kill you," Carly responded in a heated tone.
"Sonny already knows, but I will take you to Morgan for the promise of an open-mind," Eliza said leaning into Carly's personal space showing Carly her illuminated blue eyes; eyes that couldn't be human Eliza opened her mouth and showed Carly her protracted canines.
Georgie decided she might as well join in and ripped off her mask, moving forward so that Carly could see her. After all, she was the one who bit Morgan to save him, and poor Eliza had been trying to make everything right all day long.
"Geor-Georgianna?" Carly questioned.
"In the flesh, so to speak. We could use your cooperation Carly. We don't mean you or your family any harm," Georgie said as her eyes illuminated a rich amber color eyes, and her smile was punctuated with equally long canines.
"Fine, I'll hear you out. Just what in the hell happened to the both of you?" Carly asked.
"We died," Eliza said, "We died and came back as something else."
Meanwhile in a Van parked a block away.
"Can you believe what we just saw?" Spinelli asked, "That woman is incredible."
"I'm going to call Jason and let him know that the woman from the news earlier with Jax and Diane just saved Carly and Josslyn."
"Yeah and we have it all on camera," Spinelli said remembering the woman as she changed on the elevator up to Karpov's Penthouse. She didn't have the mask on then, and he knew that face. She may have changed her hair, and her eyes were a darker blue, but he knew the face of the 'Maternal one' anywhere, now he just had to confirm it.
"Jason wants to meet us at Sonny's," Cody said, "Let's roll."
"Yeah," Spinelli said.
