The two fraternal twins looked at each other, from across the room. More than seven feet of distance separated them, both were adorned with silver colored bracelets separated by a few inches of chain.
Arrested for violating a penal code or two, not to mention committing a sin that would surely send both straight to Hell. Justice had been brutal, if not entirely swift.
Michael Corinthos longed to scratch the itch in the middle of his upper back but couldn't, because he had been inducted into the not so honorary chapter of the Bracelet Club. He looked lonely at the woman who not only was his step aunt but had just been revealed to be his full fraternal twin sister as well.
Hecursed inside his head as he often did, for he had many demons in his life. This time he reserved his most harsh profane words for the lab tech Brad at the general hospital. The man who ran the DNA profile test that had destroyed his life.
Nelle glanced at him, as if she sensed the inner turmoil of his thoughts at the chain of events that had just destroyed their fragile if star crossed love affair.
Like twins often do in and out of the womb, they projected their sorrow, passion, anger, fear and bitterness telepathically, so those horrible officers slapping cuffs on their wrists couldn't bear witness.
Nelle choked back a bitter whimper. Her hand moved to brush a tendril of hair out of her face but the metal cuff pushed back.
"Oh Michael my love, I'll never regret the time we spent together. Your forgiveness for drugging and stripping your father, trying to blackmail him."
Michael bit back a whimper.
"I don't blame you for any of that my love, " he said, "as I long forgave my father and praised him for ridding the world of my evil sperm donor."
Nelle tilted her head.
"Oh Michael how long must we be apart, our love denied because of whoever did this...it had to be my...our mother…"
Michael just gritted his teeth, keeping his anger in check. Just barely, but he knew that if his mother were responsible for this travesty of justice, he would never forgive her and would condemn her twisted cell to Hell forever.
Borrowing the beloved mantra of his deceased father….
His mother would be dead to him.
Kristina looked at her younger half sister, with a small smile on her lips, a twisted dagger in her heart.
"Oh it's you….," she said, eying the toddler who had just waddled inside of the room.
Molly looked at her older sister, puzzled before going over and picking up Avery. She held the complacent child in her arms throwing Krissy an arched brow.
"But you love Avery, we all do, even if she was spawned from that unholy Ava Jerome. They're all trash, the Jeromes but Avery has all of her genes from Sonny which makes her holy and just."
Kristina curled her lip in distaste.
"My daddy got trashed and fornicated with that...gangster moll on top of a crypt in the Quartermaine mausoleum. If only….Edward or Lila had just sent down a bolt of lightning and fried her ass…"l
Molly gasped at the venom spit out of her sister's china doll face.
"But your father...he might get burned up too. You wouldn't want to hurt him…"
Kristina shrugged.
"A glancing blow maybe. I was supposed to be daddy's little princess. That's why Sam's baby daughter was stillborn to save my precious life. It was a gift to ensure my survival which was of supreme importance. And for years I have been his little girl...but now...that's all ruined."
She stomped her foot...twice in pique. Molly shrunk back a step. What words had just spewed out of her very troubled sister's mouth approached blasphemy. She inwardly flinched wondering if the gods from above would punish Kristina for speaking ill of the dead.
But the heavens remained silent save the mournful rains that pebbled the windows of the estate of the late Michael Sonny Corinthos, jr.
Carly's whining went up a few decibels and the man in front of her didn't even flinch. Dressed in a black muscle shirt, not a hair on his head moving, the man flexed his jaw and just stared at her.
"What did you just say?"
Carly had stars at her eyes as she allowed the indescribable rapture of the return of her best friend forever into her life. She knelt before him.
"Oh Jason I knew you'd return to me. No matter what blocked your path, the obstacles you had to conquer, I knew you'd come back to me and only me…."
Jason looked confused. He blinked his eyes, breathing slowly.
"Say what?"
She got back on her feet again, brushing the wrinkles in her dress.
"Why, I just lost the love of my life Sonny to an act of violence and I so wanted to bear a child by him since Morgan kind of got blown up...and now I can't...but if you...I we had a child it'd be the next best thing."
Jason's brow furrowed and he flexed his arms unaware of this action.
"You...me...as long as I get to keep my clothes on…."
Carly clapped her hands all giddy.
"Yes of course Jase. You know I have a long line of men waiting to jump my bones because I'm really all that but I saved myself for you….just you...so we could share a child…"
Jason scratched the back of his neck, looked to the crumpled body on the ground.
"What about him? I thought you just called him Jason."
Carly shrugged.
"Him? He's a nobody…" she glanced to her left…"Yo Frank, get this nobody out of here...Jase and I got things to do…."
Sam rubbed her tummy after she polished off her takeout from the Noodle Buddha, as she waited for her husband to return home. It'd been hours. She fed their two children, bathed them and sent them to bed.
The clock ticked. Hour after hour and still that front door didn't open announcing his arrival. She grabbed the remote to turn on the television and realized it was the nightly news hour.
She saw a blonde woman with perfect teeth speaking to her viewing audience in front of the smouldering ruins of what had once been a house.
"And this is Celeste Turner in front of what remains of a house on the outskirts of Pt. Charles as firefighters clean up after the four alarm blaze that resulted from a mysterious explosion earlier…."
Sam's eyes widened.
"No word from firefighters on the cause...just that it looks suspicious. Is it arson, is it accidental? Mum's the word from official corners for now…."
She reached for her cell phone.
Liz clutched the DNA report in her hand. Surely this must be a joke, a cruel trick rather than an even more ghastly twist of faith. She checked the schedule to see if usual suspect for tainting DNA tests, Brad was at work tonight.
Then the ditzy blonde nurse Amy she had just knocked unconscious a moment ago finally stirred. Liz glanced down at her in annoyance.
"Why are you even here? You sell out, you traitor…"
Amy raised her hands in surrender.
"I'm just the messenger. I was just trying to warn you that that crazy red headed bitch Nina was your sister...and after what you went through with Hayden…"
Liz wanted to vomit right then and there, but her professional ethics took over. She'd deal with this shocking revelation later. She brushed a curl off of her porcelain face.
"It's no big deal...the woman's a loon she probably falsified the test to get attention...sell magazines...to try to kidnap my kids but they're safe with Grandma Audrey in the attic…"
Amy bit her lip.
"Then everything's okay. So I can just uh, leave and continue to worm my knight in shining armor Nathan away from that shallow skanky wife of his…"
Liz hesitated, not wanting to get involved in this drama that had nothing to do with her own complicated life.
"Okay whatever...but the new patient in room 405 needs his catheter changed so do that first…"
Amy got up and Liz watched her walk off, seeing something dangerously off kilter in that backstabbing scab of a nurse.
Ric Lansing, otherwise known as dreamboat daddy by his adoring daughter Molly walked outside in his fancy robe to fetch the daily newspaper.
He never felt the gunshot that pierced his heart and bled out his body from the inside out.
A distance away, the woman who had burned her bridges in her old life by burning down her house watched him collapse in a sea of crimson on his doorstep before returning to her car.