Alexis had watched as Diane rushed on out of the eatery to return to where she had left off with Max and had left her flask behind. So Alexis had poured what was left of it in her own cup. She didn't even think about whether this was wise or not, she didn't even think at all. She just knew that if she numbed her senses even further then she could forget the nightmare that her life had become. Oh, it had been bad enough when it had been a mere train wreck but Alexis thought back to the last time she had been like, the belle of the ball. Then she remembered that the last time she had attended a ball where she hadn't been upstaged by a brutal murder, had been back in high school and that entire chapter of her life remained a blur.
After all, didn't she get pregnant somehow and have a daughter back then…and she couldn't even remember having sex. She had remained blissfully unaware that she had spawned a lifeform until one moment during a crisis, it had suddenly popped into her mind. And then talk about amazing coincidences, that right when she remembered she had a daughter, it had been Sam who had already had an affair and had gotten pregnant either by Alex' favorite husband or the father of one of her daughters by the time that realization hit her. What kind of Kismet was that, the world or at least the corner of it called PC was truly a wondrous place. Now, a lot of people had cautioned Alexis to run a DNA test to be absolutely sure that she was indeed Sam's mother but Alexis paid them no mind. After all, the maternal instinct ran very strong inside her and she just …knew like she should, right? Even when her precious little girl, Molly had advised her to test the interloper in their midst, Alexis had refused.
Not that Sam had never vexed her, like when she had cavorted with Alexis' least favorite husband, scoundral Rick…Yeah Reckless, a term of endearment most of the town had for the odd couple was indeed right but Alexis had jettisoned Ric to the side and had turned towards the most amazing lover she ever remembered having, Jerry or whatever his name was.
She had just gotten the harrowing news that prom had been cancelled. But she shrugged, surely she didn't have any daughters yet old enough to go to prom. Kristina had grown somewhat taller recently and had grown a surly attitude but surely Alexis wasn't old enough to have a teenaged daughter. Okay, maybe Sam was a bit older than that but she had been an abherration.
Mac had called her up immediately after Mayor What's his name had made the decision in an emergency meeting session. And Alexis had heard on the radio that the streets near City Hall were blocked with throngs of students protesting and burning Mac and the mayor in effegy. Alexis had shaken her head in reproachment, thankful that she had raised her own daughters to never buck the system, to believe that the adults in charge of it knew what was best for them.
Mac walked into the eatery and after looking around the room, sat down next to Alexis and ordered them both sundaes. Alexis asked for extra nuts on hers and she sighed warmly at the man in front of her. Mac was so sweet, so kind, so wholesome, without an ounce of danger or edginess oozing from his pores. They engaged in a few lines of flirtaceous banter and meaningful looks every six months or so when they happened to show up in the same place, bumping into each other.
"Mac…it's so good to see you again…it's been so long…"
Mac scratched his forehead.
"Yeah Alexis…I called you to ask you to go out with me…what six months ago…Time does fly."
She gave him a painful look.
"I meant to call…but…"
Oh she couldn't tell him the truth…she had thought about it but then her mind had wandered back to her last sinful moments with Jerry…when he…She swallowed noisly and fluttered her eyelashes.
"Alexis…are you okay…you look stressed."
She gave him a direct lawyerly look.
"I'm on trial for murder…again…I still don't know who I supposedly killed this time…do you?"
Mac went blank for a moment.
"I have no idea…the judge hasn't said anything yet?"
Alexis sighed.
"She arrested Diane, my first lawyer…and then Edward is on the jury with Brook Lyn and they both want me to fry for what I did to Ned like a zillion years ago…"
Mac nodded sympathetically.
"That sounds really tough Alexis…couldn't you like plead guilty and ask for community service?"
Her eyes widened.
"No…I can't Mac because I didn't do it…not this time…why is everyone in this god awful town intent on persecuting me?"
Mac didn't know the answer to that as he didn't know much about anything that was going on in this crazy corner of the universe. But he patted her hand sympathetically anyway, thinking it was the right thing to do.
Michael pounded the tree again, his face turning a bright shade of red, and the blood streamed from his clenched fists. But he felt no pain, he felt nothing at all not even the anger, the rage that had driven him to this act of assaulting another tree.
He had been grounded again by his no good mother Carly because he refused to babysit her latest child, saying that Morgan could always do it. But his mother argued that Morgan had to clean off the graffitti that he had spraypainted on the walls of many of the botiques on the main strip. If this kept up, Carly would have to have another talk with Jason about how to straighten out her boys. Sonny was useless to approach on the matter because he was too busy planning his nuptials to that Vampira who had wandered back into town desperate for more attention.
Jax had scolded Carly for getting in another public altercation with Brenda and she had been unable to promise her husband that it would never happen again. After all, she was part Spencer and they settled disputes with their fists.
But now she had to explain to Michael why he had been grounded again and before a single word came up he had taken off and ran towards the waterfront…where the trees all shrunk back in fear at which one of them would be next.
Faith licked her lips watching the young man who had been under her tulage very carefully. She had been reeling him in very careful and mindful that what she had undertaken was a matter most delicate but her influence had worn off on him as he slowly succumbed to her control. She had come back to PC thirsty for revenge and needed to develop an army of young soldiers before she could launch her offensive against those who must pay for what they did to her. After she had been banished, she had ran into Lucy who had pushed her through a rigid physical boot camp type regime and now she too had abs she could bounce a quarter off of and arms like rubber bands, both flexible and strong.
She had studied at the feet of some of the greatest minds of her time to develop the mental skills to weld control over her choice of subjects…starting with PC's youngest minds.
"Michael…."
He stopped pounding the tree and glanced over at her standing a few feet away.
"What?"
"Come here…"
He looked at her warily and she widened her smile.
"I have a much better outlet for all that righteous anger for you than a mere tree."
His brows lifted.
"You do…like what? My mother grounded me again…she loves Morgan much more than she does me."
Faith nodded.
"So true…she ignores all your gifts because she despised your father so…and he was a poor misunderstood man."
Michael listened to her.
"He was a saint especially in comparison to Sonny…but if you listen to me I will help you avenge what's been lost…when the time's right."
Michael nodded, because she did make a lot of sense. His whole life had been a travesty of justice, the way he had been treated, misunderstood.
So he listened to her as she explained to him the way it could be, and those who wronged him could pay the ultimate price.
