Chapter Twelve: Discoveries and Denials
Why is that when your world is spinning and your life can't get worse it always does? Is there a way to fight for the peaceful life you know you deserve? Or are you just bound to be screwed by destiny?
Looking around the room at all the blood and the fearful message, Robin can't help but think for a split second that it's over. That they have no chance. But as her Scorpio and Devane instincts kick in, she knows that she has to get them all out of there alive and that she would. She wasn't dying without a fight and she wouldn't leave the world without Patrick knowing how she felt about him.
Why didn't they realize how precious time was and how could they have wasted all that time without each other? She was getting out of here and when she did, she would make sure that not a moment went by without him knowing how she truly felt about him.
All these thoughts flash through her head in seconds and she immediately goes to the floor where Emily lay passed out.
Slapping her in the face repeatedly, Robin determined told her, "Wake up! You can't give up Emily. We are going to fight this and we are going to get out of here. I promise that you and the baby will be okay."
Emily's eyes flicker and slowly she opens her eyes. There are tears in her eyes when she looks in Robin's eyes and asks her quietly, "But can you promise me that Elizabeth isn't dead? Can you just tell me that she'll be fine?"
Robin can't lie to her so instead she stays silent, not knowing what to say. How do you tell someone that someone they've loved for so many years is probably dead?
Deep inside, Emily knew she couldn't be alive. With all that blood around the room there was no way Liz could have survived. It just hurt so much to know that the person that you confided in and loved like a sister could just be gone. She wouldn't accept it. She couldn't.
Her denial would help get her through. That along with Robin's strength and fire. But would it be enough for them to survive this thing, this psycho? Only time would tell.
Cave
The three men were a sad sight, huddled up in the cold, dark cave trying to wait the storm out. Patrick sat on the floor rubbing two sticks.
"What are you doing Patrick," Nikolas asks, perplexed at why the man was rubbing sticks together.
"I'm trying to make a fire. It's cold as hell in here and I am not going to become a living popsicle because you got us lost." Patrick says pointedly.
"I didn't get us lost, you did. And maybe it would be easier if you used this." Nikolas pulls out a small box of matches. Patrick gives him an incredulous look and snatches it from his hand.
"I can't believe this guy," Patrick replies, mad that he had been rubbing the sticks together for ten minutes for no reason.
"You? You can't believe me? I can't believe the fact that you tried to sleep with my wife when me and Emily were in the next room." As the argument heats up Lucky tries to gather their attention.
"Guys?" Lucky is completely ignored
"Oh shut up, Cassadine. You to did the same to us first, so sorry if I'm not feeling remorse that the poor little Prince got his feelings hurt."
"Don't you-"
"Can you guys shut up for two seconds?" Lucky yells as the two men stare at him quietly as he pauses to take a laboured breath, "I swear you guys fight more than the girls do. We need to stop bickering and put our heads together. We need to try and find some supplies if any and see how long we have to wait before we can try and find our way again."
"No need to yell dude, I could have told you that," Patrick says.
"Yeah man, I was already one step ahead of you," Nikolas plays along too as it if had been his idea all along.
"Okay. Patrick you light a stick and see if there's anything in the cave we can use. Nikolas you try and survey the land outside of the cave and see if you can get any clue as to where we can go."
"Alright, got it."
"And what are you going to do?" Nikolas asks.
"I am going to sit here and try and get as drunk as possible. Anything to numb the pain in my leg. " He reaches for Nik's pocket and snatches out the flask once again. "Thank you." he says with a slightly humorous laugh. "Hey, maybe I'll get really hammered and start singing karaoke or doing something else crazy. Think of me as you're soon to be entertainment. "
Cabin
"Whoever did this couldn't have gotten far. Maybe they're still in the house." Robin says, determined that they would catch the psycho who was doing this and would leave this cabin unscathed.
"So what are we going to do? Find him so he can kill us like he did Eliz..."Her voice drifts off before she can finish the name. "If we don't get out of here now, we might never get the chance."
"Listen," she tells Emily, her hand clutching her shoulder, "We are going to stay here and beat that bastard at his own game. That mother fucker doesn't know what he's in for."
Side by side they carefully walk out the room. Robin leads them into the kitchen and instantly goes to the drawers. Slamming them open, she wields two large knives and hands them to Emily. "You didn't think we would go into this unarmed?" She gets a knife and a frying pan for herself.
"Let's do this." Emily replies shakily, taking the weapons.
Now reassured of their ability to find whoever was doing this, they walk around the cabin, searching throughout the rooms for any evidence of the psycho or Elizabeth.
Moments pass and they see and hear nothing. Robin can't help but hope it is a dream that they will soon wake up from.
Snap! She snaps her fingers and yet nothing changes. She knows it won't.
Finally they reach Emily and Patrick's room and enter, only to find painful memories of the past resurface.
Emily's dark room was lit by candles allowing them to see what was inside. On the desk strawberries and champagne sat and on the bed a familiar night gown was laid out. Rusty scissors and a gun were scattered around the room and to the left were pictures...of her rape.
The worst moment of her life was laid out in front of her and through all the objects in the room she remembered.
"I've never been with a rich girl before...when I'm done, then you'll understand...You owe me..."She remembers how scared she was hearing him say this and how she had ran to the basement to get away from him. But she couldn't stop him from getting in. She couldn't stop him from doing anything.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
She shudders at the memory of the way it felt to have his cold hands on her. How she layed there, the vitality draining out of her and being replaced by numbness.
"I just got caught up in this whole Nikolas thing, trying to be the man of your dreams...You asked me the play the part..."
She relives the guilt that she fought for so long after. She was the one who told him to be Nikolas. How could she have known he would take it that far?
"I'm sorry, Emily, I'm sorry."
She remembers how hard she fought him. How useless it had been. He was too strong for her. He was too strong to fight. Sorry is what he told her so many times but he didnt mean it. He couldn't have.
"I didn't mean to hurt you...I love you..you can't kill me can you, because we need eachother."
He was sick and twisted. He didn't know the meaning of love. She had to protect herself so she stabbed him with a pair of scissors and then she shot him, killing the man with her husbands face. She had buried it deep inside herself, almost forgetting it but never being able to completely put it out of her mind.
Five years later, why did it hurt so bad? She backs away slowly, fearfully, out of the room. Familiar sounding cries lure her into the room across the hall. Robin's."Those pictures, everything...they were from when Connor raped you weren't they? It's okay Emily this freak is trying to get to us but he can't. We're too str--"Robin looks into the room Emily has backed into, her own. In the room broken things lay shattered everywhere. On the floor was her Grandma, Philomena Soltini, dead.
Cave
Patrick wields his torch in front of him and begins to venture deeper into the cave searching for something, anything.
Nothing. No supplies or whatever Lucky was talking about are here. All I see are dirt and rocks. Well, I might as well go back, Patrick thinks indifferently. He begins to turn back when he sees something farther down the cave.
Maybe it's something worth checking out. He brands the light in front of what he finds and can't help but wonder what the hell is all this junk.
"Nikolas," Patrick calls loudly. Nik, who had been just outside the cave, takes his time coming to Patrick. "I think you might want to take a look at this."
Cabin
She rushes to her, without even thinking, and shakes her, trying to awaken her Grandmother. "Wake up Grandma. You have to. I love you too much for you to leave me." Suddenly she pauses and looks at the body that looked so much like the grandmother that loved her and cared for her for so many years. It was just an elaborate doll. A way to get to her.
And get to her it did. She remembers the harsh, cold feeling of helplessly seeing her Grandmother being murdered by Grant Putman. All she could do was watch and try to stop the man from doing what he did. But she was only eight and not strong enough to stop him from killing her grandmother. She was only trying to stop him from kidnapping me. She wouldn't have gotten hurt if it wasn't for me. It was my fault.
Instinctively, she puts her chin to her knees and stares out into the dark abyss of pain that she once sunk into so many years ago. But she wouldn't let it pull her in. She wouldn't stop fighting for her life. Her Grandmother wouldn't have wanted her to.
Not too far off from her, she sees that Emily had rushed to wear the cries were coming from, a white basinet to the left room. Those were the cries she had heard in her endless nightmares after she found out that Leora had died. As the voice of Conner fades away, she painfully remembers the feeling of losing that unborn child that had already become her life. Leora was gone.
A she thinks this she searches the blankets irrationally for her baby only to find a tape recorder playing a baby's cries. No matter how much she wanted it, her daughter wouldn't come back. And now, she might lose this baby. She clutches her stomach protectively.
"What does he want from us?" Robin asks, seemingly defeated, to no one in particular.
Emily realizes, just like Robin did that it wasn't real. It was all just a way hurt them enough for him to make a move. They look the room once over and help each other up. Without thinking they hug, tring to let the other know that despite everything, they were there for eachother and they would make it through."Come on Emily says, leading her out into the living room not too far away.
Before she even asks, Robin fills Emily on the details of the scene that the psycho had tried to recreate. They both sit on the tan couches as Robin starts.
"When I was eight, a man named André Chernyn tried to kidnap me and my mother. He tried to kidnap me to get to my father and was mad when my grandmother kept trying so hard to stop him. She fought as hard for me as she could but as I stood there and watched, he knocked her into a table, the trauma eventually killing her. I sat there for so long just sitting there staring at my grandmother's near body and couldn't help but think it was my fault for not doing so much. I stayed catatonic for weeks."
"I'm so sorry Robin about what happened to her. I know how it must have felt to see all you did. The hardest part of today was looking into that crib and knowing that Leora was never coming back. That I might not even get the chance to have this new baby. "
"I know what you mean. I'm scared too. There are just so many things that we might never get to do. But we can't think like this. We have to know that we'll make it through."
Once again at this crucial time, they connect and begin to understand more about the other.
An idea pops into Emily's head. "We haven't tried any of our phones for a while. Maybe if we try again we'll finally have service."
"Good idea," Robin says nodding, "lets go to your room and get your phone."
They retrieve the phone and go back into the living room to call someone. Emily begins to dial a number.
"Wait, that doesn't look like 911? Who are you calling." Robin asks.
"Trust me on this." The phone begins to ring and Jason' monotone voice sounds through the phone.
"Hello."
Emily and Robin look at each other, excited, finally with substantial proof that they had a way out of this place and to safety.
"Jason it's so good to finally hear you. Listen there's a m-" The line goes dead.
"Jason? Jason." Emily tries but she hears nothing on the other line.
"It has to work, we need to get help." She takes the phone and tries to dial her father's number and 911 hoping for anyone to pick up but no such luck. As they try and formulate another plan, Robin realizes something.
"Wait. Where are the guys?" she asked worried.
"Don't worry. They went to get wood," Emily says as she begins to understand what Robin is saying, "...more than an hour ago."
"What if the psycho, or stalker, or whatever the hell that thing is has them too?"
Neither of them know what to say or think yet before another word is said, a bang is heard in the kitchen. They both turn their heads and slowly, stealthily begin to walk to the kitchen. Weapons up and ready for action they creep behind the psycho, prepared for what comes next.
They look through the wide opening of the kitchen and see their captor's back as he wipes off a somewhat bloody knife. As Emily eyes yet againblur with unshed tears, Robin puts a finger to her lips reminding her to be silent.
'It's now or never,' she thinks and signals Emily to attack now. Robin takes the frying pan from her hands and swings at the captor as Emily jumps on his back and tries to unveil his mask.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want from us ?" Robin angrily tells him as she swings successfully at his head.
"What did you do to Elizabeth?"
They continue in their efforts to disarm and unveil the psycho and for a while he stands motionless, almost amused at their attempts. In one motion he pushes Emily off his back, sending her head into the kitchen stove.
Robin stares at the psycho's eyes through the slits and barely inches away from him she can hear his every breathe. She tries to stay calm and act like she's in charge but can't help but feel her heart go faster and faster.
She looks at his pocket and seeing the outline of a gun, the fear in Robin's heart grows and strenghtens, if such a thing was even possible. Am I fooling my self to even think that I can beat this guy? I don't know who he is or really what he's done but something about him elicits a fear that I've never felt before.
She tries so hard to not give up and only one thing keeps her going. Hearing Patrick once again telling her in her mind "I care about you too much Robin...I love you." She didn't accept it then but now it was one of the only things keeping her strong.
"Why are you doing this?" She yells earnestly as the gunmen remains silent. "What did we ever do to you for you to try and hurt us? Just let us go and I promise that we won't come after you or call the police. We can all forget about this and you can end this without anyone else getting hurt. Just give me the gun."
She hopes he believes her lie that she or anyone of the others wouldn't try to get revenge for him trying to hurt them and killing Elizabeth. She looks at Emily who sits on the floor watching the scene in front of her. They both hold their breath for what comes next.
The psycho holds out the gun to Robin, yet when she reaches for it he hits her with it bluntly on her head. Emily tries to crawl away yet he reaches her, taking the chloroform out of his pocket and putting it directly over her mouth.
Four down, two to go he thinks. This was too easy, picking them off one by one. But he was far from done he knew, and things were definitely going to get interesting. He grabs hold of each of their legs and drags them to the living room, preparing them for what would happen next.
A/N: So what do you all think? Just to let you know, its ot going to turn out how it seems. And the next chapter will have alot of crazy things going on, ending the cabin scene finally. Before this happens, Patrick will try and save the girls while the rest find out more about the pyscho. Thanks to my Beta ghyeah and all the readers and reviewers. XO
kae-thinks-of-u: To tell you the truth i don't know if i meant for that to happen or not. I probably just didn't think of the fact that it was the opposite and a lot of the problems would begin tonight instead of end.
cofeegurl5: I hope your finals are going well. And if it helps it will get way better.
carolawn:Definitely some angst coming up in the next chapter but i need to figure out from who's Pov it should be in. Maybe Nikolas. Glad i threw a little you a little.
ILovetoWriteSMP: Definite monkey wrench that I'm still wondering what I'll do with. and yeah I like Emily's and Lucky's friendship alot so I had to throw it in there.
