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I don't know what you are about to read is really realistic or not but please just go with it...it is based on a soap opera you know so it can be a little out there! :P
Nightlight
Chapter 35
As Trevor walked Jerry to the door of the mansion, he asked him again how things were going.
"Like I said before, Phrase 2 is over. She is safely hidden in the chambers below. I have gotten word from my beloved that Jason is searching for her. I plan on sending out word to him tomorrow...under a different name of course, "added Jerry, noticing the darkening look of Trevor Lancing's face.
"Good, good and that is phase 3, I presume," nodded Trevor.
"Anthony did come upon our little hostage but I was able to deal with the dear old man," Jerry's eyes twinkled in the light, a mischief look appearing on his face.
Trevor reading this nodded his head deeply, approving. He had no use for Anthony anyway; he was a burden on him. Now he could run the organization the way he wanted too.
Jason crept down the stairs, which lead to a brighten hallway. Moving slowly down the hallway, Jason held his gun up high at eye level. He stopped for a second as he heard the fate sound of a cry in the distance.
Rounding the corner, Jason held his breath at the sight before him. There was a small cell carved into the right stone wall. It was a modern dungeon, thought Jason to himself, as he stepped into the open cell door. The cry he had heard earlier was louder now, his blue eyes scanned around the room following onto the cot. There was something small and pink , squirming on it.
His heart began to pick up with speed as he lowered his gun and walked over to the thing lying in the middle of the bed. His heart broke at that second as he looked down at this tiny little baby, who still had the umbilical cord attached to it and was covered in blood. The infant's chest raised and fell rapidly, it was having trouble breathing.
Jason placed his gun back into its holster at the back of his jeans and gently lifted the tiny being into his hands. "Who did this to you," thought as he looked down into small gentle face of his child. The baby squirmed and cried louder at his touch. "Don't worry little girl, daddy's here," he whispered down to his daughter as he placed her back down onto the cot. Taking out his Swiss army knife, Jason cut the umbilical cord. Warm blood squirted from the cord, moving quickly Jason ripped the bottom of his shirt and tied it around the end of it. He then wrapped the tiny infant up in the sheets that were lying on the cot.
He needed to get his little girl to the hospital, quickly. It was too earlier for her to be born. Sam had only been just eight months pregnant that day.
As he ran out of the room, and up the stairs two things ran through his mind; the life of his daughter and getting her to the hospital quickly and where on earth was Sam?
Sam's eyes began to flutter and droop with heaviness, her body was starting to shut down a she lay there on the cot. She wanted so badly to go to sleep; she was so exhaust but knew that she shouldn't. It was better if she stayed away and alert. Letting out a deep moan, she turned her head and looked out through the bars of the cell. She could hear someone approaching.
Thinking it was Jerry, Sam made herself sit up. She didn't want Jerry having the satisfaction that she was dying.
A scream of horror, however escaped from her lips when her eyes fell onto the person standing in front of her.
"Now Marie," spoke Anthony in his queasy voice, which sent goose bumps down her spine at hearing it again. Flashes of the black and white ball flashed before her eyes as she looked once again into the dark eyes of the Zacchara. He smiled a sly grin at her as he opened the gate of the cell and stepped in.
Fear flashed in Sam's eyes as she noted what he held in his hands, a knife. The blade of it glistering under the bright lights of the cell.
Sweat ran down her forehead and underneath her breasts, fearing what he would do with that knife to her.
He continued to smile at her as he stepped slowly towards the cot.
"Oh Marie," he whispered again as he inched his face close to hers. Sam winced at the smell of whiskey filled her nostrils. He was ricking of alcohol.
Anthony placed his hand down on Sam's swelling belly; it traveled down the curve of it, lifting up the material of the sweat shirt she wore. Sam tried to fight off the old man as he ran the tip of the knife along the stretched skin but found that her body was weakening and didn't have the strength in her. She knew she was going to die. She just wanted it to be quick.
A unearthly scream escaped from Sam's lips as the tip of the knife was plunged into the side of her stomach and sliced across, a thin line of blood appearing. Her entire body swelled with pain; every nerve was screaming.
"Not the baby," murmured Sam, as she felt his hands in her stomach, pulling the tiny infant out. Her then closed and she fell into a deep peaceful sleep.
Jerry stormed into the cell of the room, to see Anthony place the screaming premature infant down on the side of the cot.
"What the hell?" screamed Jerry as he rushed to the old man. Anthony looked over his shoulder at Jerry and smiled.
Jerry was in shock at what he was seeing. He had no idea that Anthony knew that Sam was down here and that he would ever do something like this. The Zacchara had truly lost his mind. Pulling out his gun, he shot at the old man as he came towards him with the bloody knife and gleam in his cold dark eyes.
Anthony fell to the floor, a deep grunt escaping from his lips as he bleed out through his chest. Jerry stood there watching as the light left the old man's eyes before turning towards the mess he had left him on the cot. Reaching out he searched for a pulse on Sam's wrist, surprised to find a faint one still pulsing. Jerry began to work fast, pressing towels against Sam's lower abdomen. He wasn't one for saving lives but he needed Sam to live in order for his plan to work.
For once, Jason was so graceful that the Zacchara mansion was so close to GH. The mansion was local on the old part of the downtown core of Port Charles, only a five minute drive from where the hospital was. Getting into his SUV with the baby still wrapped up in his arms, he drove as fast as he could towards the emergency room.
He could feel the baby weakening as he held her in his hand, while the other one was on the steering wheel. Pulling the car up to the curve of the hospital, he raced out of the car, leaving it running.
Bursting into the ER, Jason cried out, "HELP, I HAVE A PREMATURE INFANT HERE!"
Everyone seemed to stop what they were doing and looked over at Jason puzzled. It was late at night and only a few doctors and nurses were about, Epiphany being one of them. After a second of silence and shock had passed, the nurse walked around the nurse's station and made her way over to where Jason stood. Her brown eyes appeared up at him.
"What happened?" she asked as she took the tiny baby into her arms. She knew immedidaly it was Jason's child.
"I don't know," answered Jason honestly at the nurse, his blue eyes staring down at her with confusion and fear.
The nurse nodded her head at him before turning her back and began to cry out orders at the other staff members; she needed someone to page the NIC unit and let them know that they had a baby coming up.
The once quiet ER then became a burst of action as they all did what they were told, rushing about and taking the little baby to the NIC unit. They baby needed to be helped and fast.
Jason just stood there watching as his little girl was being taken away. He could feel tears being to form in his eyes. He prayed everything would be alright, that he had gotten the baby here fast enough to be saved.
"Jason," spoke a soft gentle voice from behind him.
Turning around at this, his eyes fell onto Elizabeth. She was here to take his statement and to find out what happened. She smiled a gently smile at him, as he reached out and touched the crook of his elbow.
"Why don't we go sit down and you can tell me what happened," she explained as she looked up at him one last time. Jason who still trying to process what was happening with everything, simply nodded his head in agreement and followed the nurse towards the waiting room.
Taking a seat beside Elizabeth, Jason slowly began to tell his dear friend what had happened. He started with finding out that Sam was missing.
I know it's short but the next chapter will be out soon, just wanted to get this one out first. Leaving you with a little excitement.
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