Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 22
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Thank you for all of your wonderful comments; they're like rays of sunshine in an otherwise
dark, dreary day when I should be studying for my bloody exams, LOL! It's wonderful to know that
so many of you are still caught-up with the story. I would like to especially thank those who have
jumped on board recently. Oh, and for those who keep begging for a little Liason, remember that
their own story is soon to be written, so please have a little patience. But I will oblige you with a
little bit more before the end of LVdlC Part1. The same goes for Sax fans who will have their own
companion piece as soon as possible. Well, on with the show… enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
No sooner had Jax uttered the words than a gloved fist launched itself from the shadows beside
the cottage to make a sickeningly sharp contact with his jaw. Knocked unconscious, Jax slumped
to the ground below.
Skye's scream caught in her throat as a pair of strong arms caught her from behind. Desperately,
she fought against her attacker, kicking and biting the hand than held her. The man behind her
grunted in pain and clamped a snow-white handkerchief to her nose. The sickening medicinal
smell of chloroform filled her nostrils before she slumped heavily and her whole world went black.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Skye's attacker breathed heavily as he caught her prone body before it could hit the ground.
"Dumb bitch," he muttered disgustedly. Taking his cell-phone from his pocket, he hit the speed
dial. "Sir, it's Newman. I've got Mr. Jacks. He had a late night visitor, a woman. Didn't think it was
unusual, but when I listened in on the tap I changed my mind. She knows about the plan. They
were on their way to Corinthos when Gino and I grabbed them."
Cross-city in his waterfront office, Joseph Taggliatti gritted his teeth. "Shit!" he cursed.
"What do you want me to do with them?" asked Newman.
"I don't care what you do with them. Just get rid of them. Quietly, you here me?"
"Yes sir," replied Newman. He snapped the phone shut, and hoisted Skye over his shoulder. He
nodded to Gino and the ox-like man did the same with Jax. Together, they popped the trunk of
their SUV and dumped the bodies unceremoniously in the small space.
"What did the boss say?" asked Gino.
"Dump 'em."
*~*~*~*~*~*
From his office, Taggliatti fumed. This was a turn of events he hadn't expected. How the hell had
someone found out? Obviously the Quartermaine's weren't as careful as they thought. He had
made the decision on the spur of the moment and now he was thinking perhaps it wouldn't be too
prudent to not only kill someone as prominent as Jasper Jacks but another person as well.
This had knocked a chink into his plan. But he would have to clean up this mess. Reaching for
the phone, he dialed the number to his Enforcer's cell-phone. When the man picked up he said,
"There's been a change in plans. Do it tonight."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Thomas Scaduto nodded his head and flipped his cell-phone shut. He turned his head to the
other two men sitting with him in the darkness across from Alexis Davis's home.
"Buck up, boys!" he commanded. "We've got a job to do!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Across the street, Elizabeth dragged her sister's portable bassinet down the stairs. Quietly, she
set the little girl in it and tucked the blanket more securely about her. The house was silent, and
Liz couldn't keep the uneasiness from creeping into her bones. Suddenly she wished that she
hadn't insisted that Alexis go take a late night walk with Francis as company.
She wasn't entirely alone; Max stood guard outside in the shadows. But at every squeak and
chirp both inside and outside the house, Elizabeth jumped in unease. Outside the trees swayed
and dipped, creating long shadows outside the windows. Elizabeth jumped again as she thought
she saw a male figure walk pass the window. **Stop being ridiculous! It's only Max!**
Sighing she headed to the door. She'd feel much better if Max came inside with her and Kristina
tonight. Opening the door, she called his name quietly. "Max."
"Yes, Ms. Corinthos?" he answered, turning his back to the shadows and walking toward her.
Elizabeth wrinkled her brow in confusion. He was walking from the opposite direction where she'd
seen the shadow. "Where did you just come from? Weren't you just on the other side of the
house?"
Max's confusion mirrored her own as he stopped before her. "I never moved from this spot, Ms.
Corinthos; I was here the whole time."
Fear splashed through her insides at this revelation. If it hadn't been Max, who had it been? She
knew they were alone!
It happened in a split second but Elizabeth viewed it in slow motion. From the shadows, three
black-clad men burst out, armed heavily with guns. The momentary lapse in Max's concentration
was all that was needed in order to pounce on the bodyguard. A hard punch snapped into his jaw
before he had a chance to reach for his gun.
Max fought back hard, kicking his attacker in the shin while using his fists to pummel the other
man, all in vain. While his attention had been focused on the man he was fighting another snuck
up behind him and slammed the butt of his gun hard onto his skull. Max was stunned and with a
grunt fell to the ground.
Elizabeth cried out and would have gone to try help him, but her mind screamed at her. **Go! Go
inside, and get Kris! Go hide!** she spun away and darted into the house, not slamming the door
in her haste, she could hear her attackers chasing after her. She didn't even make it halfway to
Kristina's bassinet before a strong hand cruelly yanked back her braid and spun her around.
Elizabeth gasped in fear as she found herself staring into the black barrel of a silencer, a
menacing laser dot, trained on her forehead.
The man with the cold black eyes stared menacingly at her. "Going somewhere little girl?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
As the darkness of the night grew even heavier, Newman kept driving. He was driving quickly, but
carefully – just below the speed limit to ensure they wouldn't be pulled over by some overzealous
patrolman. He was trying to go as far into rural New York as possible where he could discreetly
dispose of the two bodies.
"Where are we going?" asked Gino. "We've been driving forever. Can't we just pull over, off them
and dump the bodies in the woods?"
"No, damnit! We can't just leave them where some hiker could find them in a day or two."
"So where are we going?" he asked again.
Newman looked at him suspiciously. "Why you being so nosy, huh?"
Gino shrugged. "I just wanna know. What's so wrong about that, huh?"
Newman shook his head. "You *always* wanna know. For your information we're going into the
Catskills. We should be there in about an hour. We can get rid of them there and then dump them
in one of the tributaries. Satisfied, yuh nosy bastard?"
Gino nodded. "Yeah, sure."
*~*~*~*~*~*
From behind in the not so spacious SUV trunk, Jax was slowly regaining consciousness. His jaw
ached, and his head pounded from where it had hit the ground. The realization that he and Skye
had been attacked stunned him.
**Skye! Where is she?**
He realized however that he was not alone. Nestled half on top of him was said woman. In the
dark, he tried to see if she had been hurt, but it was impossible. She lay between his thighs and
she was unconscious, but her breathing was deep and even.
Jax breathed a sigh of relief but it was only momentary. He had no doubt as to whom had been
responsible, but how had they known that Skye had been with him? It was hard to think with the
haze of pain floating behind his eyes. His head absolutely ached, as if someone was
painstakingly drilling into his skull.
Much to his dismay he could feel himself losing his grip on reality and with a groan, he fell back to
unconsciousness.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Elizabeth involuntarily stepped back in fear. She whipped her head around to her sister's bassinet
in the corner, the instinct to grab her and run so strong. But she knew the moment she tried to run
the man would not hesitate to put a bullet in her back.
Slowly she raised her hands in the air, not breaking eye contact though her knees were quaking
in fear.
"On your knees little girl," the man commanded coldly.
Liz was tempted to tell him to go to hell, but she didn't want to a bullet because of her smart
mouth either. She did as she was told, the menacing laser beam a huge incentive. Fear for her
sister coursed through her veins and she silently willed Kristina to stay silent.
As usual the little bambino did the exact opposite. She whimpered and woke from her sleep as
the other two men loudly dragged Max's prone body from outside, their heavy boots clonking on
the hardwood floor.
At the sound of the baby's whimper, Scaduto's head whipped toward the sound. Quickly he
motioned to one of the men with his gun, the laser making erratic motions on the walls. "Go, go
get her," he commanded one the men.
Recognizing his intent, panic swirled through Elizabeth and she cried out in fear. "No! Get away
from her, you bastards!" she cried, surging to her feet.
"Shut up, bitch!" he commanded, painfully grabbing her long braid again and throwing her to the
floor. "On your knees and don't you move! Tony, get the baby! Sean, gag this bitch!"
Elizabeth fought against her attackers, kicking and screaming as the man named Sean tried to
subdue her. Elizabeth clamped her teeth down into his arm and he slapped her hard across the
face.
"The bitch bit me!"
Liz was momentarily stunned and she tried to crawl towards the frightful screams of Kristina who
was being picked up by the other man. "Kristina! No! Don't take her! Please don't take her!" she
begged. A savage kick to her stomach stole her breath and brought tears to her eyes. She looked
up into the menacing face of Scaduto.
"You wanna fight, little girl?" he taunted as the steel tip of his boot slammed into her ribcage over
and over.
Sean crouched behind Elizabeth and cruelly yanked her hands behind her he trussed her up like
a turkey before savagely sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh of her shoulder. She cried out in
pain, but still bucked beneath him.
"Why can't we just shoot the bitch?" he asked Scaduto, aiming a savage kick to her face. He was
a little disappointed when he didn't hear anything snap. He raised his gun to her face, and
Elizabeth cried out in fear from behind her gag.
"Not yet," commanded Scaduto. "Soon."
Tony ushered the still screaming baby from the house and Elizabeth screamed in fear for her
sister. Scaduto kicked her again as he passed her broken body on the carpet. Sean spat on her
face and stalked past her.
He turned to look at her from the door: on her knees, face covered in bruises and cuts, trussed up
like a turkey. She was whimpering in fear and her frightened sobs could be heard. Just for fun, he
opened fire with his machine gun, spraying the room with bullets.
Elizabeth screamed from behind her gag and prayed for death.
*~*~*~*~*~*
They ushered the screaming baby into the black SUV and sped away from the house.
"Jesus! Shut that fucking baby up!" exploded Scaduto. He picked up Max's cell phone that he'd
grabbed on their way back and dialed a number.
"Morgan," came the answer.
"How much does Daddy love his little girls?" Scaduto terminated the call and laughed lustily. "Let
the games begin!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hearing those words made Jason's blood run cold. The voice had been unfamiliar but he had
recognized the number. It was Max's cell phone. Max who, along with Francis, was supposed to
be guarding Alexis, Elizabeth and… holy shit! **Kristina!**
*~*~*~*~*~*
Newman swung the SUV into a clearing about five miles from the main highway. Nothing but inky
darkness and nighttime sounds surrounded them. The quiet gurgle of one of the lake tributaries
tinkled in the night.
"We're here," announced Newman, getting out the car. "Let's make this quick!"
Gino followed him around the SUV and waited while the other man popped the trunk. Peering
inside, he realized the two captives were still unconscious.
"Man, Gino. You must have really clobbered him," chuckled Newman. "He's still out cold."
Gino returned the laugh and helped him take out the two bodies. He didn't even slump under
Jax's weight as he followed Newman to the fast-moving stream.
"Where does this stream go?" he asked as he set Jax on his knees by the bank.
"Runs into the waterfall three miles downstream. It's a fifty foot drop to the rocks below," he
explained, while checking his gun for bullets. "By the end, they'll be barely recognizable. Fish
food," he finished with a harsh laugh, aiming the gun at Skye's head while his partner walked
behind him.
"Oh, really?" asked Gino. He cocked his gun, aiming at Newman's skull.
Newman whirled around in surprise. "What the fuck are you –" he was cut off as Gino pulled the
trigger. A neat little hole appeared in his forehead and he fell back into the water, the surprise
etched permanently on his features.
"Fish food indeed!" smirked Gino, pocketing his gun and taking out his cell phone. He dialed the
number. "Benny! You would never fucking guess what just happened!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Jason raced to Alexis's house. He knew something was wrong – terribly wrong. The thought of
what could have happened twisting his heart. The once unfamiliar feeling of pain threatened to
overwhelm him, so strong he felt he would die.
When he finally arrived, all was deathly quiet. It was after all, after 2:00 in the morning and the
street was darkened and quiet. He quietly cursed Alexis for leaving so isolated. She was at least
2 miles from the city and another mile and half from her closest neighbor. If they'd been screams
there would have been no one to hear them.
Totally on guard, Jason slipped his gun from his holster and slipped the safety off. It was too quiet
and he regretted not bringing help along. Who knew who could be lurking in the shadows. But he
had left Sonny's penthouse in such a hurry he hadn't even told anyone he had left.
His watchful eyes took in every detail. The house stood quiet away from the tree-lined road, but
every single light was off. Not even the porch light was on. The hair on the back of his neck stood
up on end. Hurriedly, he bounded up the porch steps.
He nearly choked. Max was nowhere in sight. The dread was splashing through him in sickening
waves. With trepidation he pushed open the door, and the sight that greeted him stopped him in
his tracks.
Inside the living room looked like a war-zone. Bullet holes riddles the walls, the curtains, broken
glass was littered everywhere. He spotted a prone figure on the floor. Male – Max – and he
feared the young man was dead. Jason touched the back of the man's head, and his hands came
away soaked in blood. He felt for a pulse. Thankfully it was there. Thready, but still beating.
He stood up, needing to find the women. His fear was choking him, and he could barely function.
The house was *too* quiet. As his boots clunked the floor, he heard a whimper from the corner
near the fireplace.
His head snapped toward the sound and hurried toward the noise. The whimpering grew more
fearful as he grew closer and when he saw whom it was, his heart broke. Elizabeth sat curled in
the fetal position by Kristina's empty bassinet, bound and gagged. Her beautiful face was mottled
with bruises and there was dried blood by her nose.
"Elizabeth!" he cried out, sinking to his knees beside her.
Her eyes snapped open and the relief in her blue eyes was evident.
"What happened?" he asked Elizabeth, swiftly untying her. "Where's Alexis… Kristina?"
At the mention of her little sister's name, Elizabeth wailed in pain, and launched herself into
Jason's arms.
Her sobs rent the air as he rocked her back and forth, awkwardly stroking her hair. His eyes and
hands noticed the numerous bruises and tender spots mapping her skin. The rage in him steadily
grew and threatened to explode, but he had to know something first. "Where is your mother,
Elizabeth? Where is Kristina?"
Elizabeth's sobs became harder. "She's not here. Oh, God, Jas… it was so horrible! They took
her, Jason!" she wailed. "Oh my god, they took Kristina!"
TBC…
A/N: Well, R&R as usual guys, and tell me what you thought. I look forward to hearing from you.
Oh, and I apologize if it was a bit to violent but hey! That's all part of the story. Ciao!
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 22
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Thank you for all of your wonderful comments; they're like rays of sunshine in an otherwise
dark, dreary day when I should be studying for my bloody exams, LOL! It's wonderful to know that
so many of you are still caught-up with the story. I would like to especially thank those who have
jumped on board recently. Oh, and for those who keep begging for a little Liason, remember that
their own story is soon to be written, so please have a little patience. But I will oblige you with a
little bit more before the end of LVdlC Part1. The same goes for Sax fans who will have their own
companion piece as soon as possible. Well, on with the show… enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
No sooner had Jax uttered the words than a gloved fist launched itself from the shadows beside
the cottage to make a sickeningly sharp contact with his jaw. Knocked unconscious, Jax slumped
to the ground below.
Skye's scream caught in her throat as a pair of strong arms caught her from behind. Desperately,
she fought against her attacker, kicking and biting the hand than held her. The man behind her
grunted in pain and clamped a snow-white handkerchief to her nose. The sickening medicinal
smell of chloroform filled her nostrils before she slumped heavily and her whole world went black.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Skye's attacker breathed heavily as he caught her prone body before it could hit the ground.
"Dumb bitch," he muttered disgustedly. Taking his cell-phone from his pocket, he hit the speed
dial. "Sir, it's Newman. I've got Mr. Jacks. He had a late night visitor, a woman. Didn't think it was
unusual, but when I listened in on the tap I changed my mind. She knows about the plan. They
were on their way to Corinthos when Gino and I grabbed them."
Cross-city in his waterfront office, Joseph Taggliatti gritted his teeth. "Shit!" he cursed.
"What do you want me to do with them?" asked Newman.
"I don't care what you do with them. Just get rid of them. Quietly, you here me?"
"Yes sir," replied Newman. He snapped the phone shut, and hoisted Skye over his shoulder. He
nodded to Gino and the ox-like man did the same with Jax. Together, they popped the trunk of
their SUV and dumped the bodies unceremoniously in the small space.
"What did the boss say?" asked Gino.
"Dump 'em."
*~*~*~*~*~*
From his office, Taggliatti fumed. This was a turn of events he hadn't expected. How the hell had
someone found out? Obviously the Quartermaine's weren't as careful as they thought. He had
made the decision on the spur of the moment and now he was thinking perhaps it wouldn't be too
prudent to not only kill someone as prominent as Jasper Jacks but another person as well.
This had knocked a chink into his plan. But he would have to clean up this mess. Reaching for
the phone, he dialed the number to his Enforcer's cell-phone. When the man picked up he said,
"There's been a change in plans. Do it tonight."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Thomas Scaduto nodded his head and flipped his cell-phone shut. He turned his head to the
other two men sitting with him in the darkness across from Alexis Davis's home.
"Buck up, boys!" he commanded. "We've got a job to do!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Across the street, Elizabeth dragged her sister's portable bassinet down the stairs. Quietly, she
set the little girl in it and tucked the blanket more securely about her. The house was silent, and
Liz couldn't keep the uneasiness from creeping into her bones. Suddenly she wished that she
hadn't insisted that Alexis go take a late night walk with Francis as company.
She wasn't entirely alone; Max stood guard outside in the shadows. But at every squeak and
chirp both inside and outside the house, Elizabeth jumped in unease. Outside the trees swayed
and dipped, creating long shadows outside the windows. Elizabeth jumped again as she thought
she saw a male figure walk pass the window. **Stop being ridiculous! It's only Max!**
Sighing she headed to the door. She'd feel much better if Max came inside with her and Kristina
tonight. Opening the door, she called his name quietly. "Max."
"Yes, Ms. Corinthos?" he answered, turning his back to the shadows and walking toward her.
Elizabeth wrinkled her brow in confusion. He was walking from the opposite direction where she'd
seen the shadow. "Where did you just come from? Weren't you just on the other side of the
house?"
Max's confusion mirrored her own as he stopped before her. "I never moved from this spot, Ms.
Corinthos; I was here the whole time."
Fear splashed through her insides at this revelation. If it hadn't been Max, who had it been? She
knew they were alone!
It happened in a split second but Elizabeth viewed it in slow motion. From the shadows, three
black-clad men burst out, armed heavily with guns. The momentary lapse in Max's concentration
was all that was needed in order to pounce on the bodyguard. A hard punch snapped into his jaw
before he had a chance to reach for his gun.
Max fought back hard, kicking his attacker in the shin while using his fists to pummel the other
man, all in vain. While his attention had been focused on the man he was fighting another snuck
up behind him and slammed the butt of his gun hard onto his skull. Max was stunned and with a
grunt fell to the ground.
Elizabeth cried out and would have gone to try help him, but her mind screamed at her. **Go! Go
inside, and get Kris! Go hide!** she spun away and darted into the house, not slamming the door
in her haste, she could hear her attackers chasing after her. She didn't even make it halfway to
Kristina's bassinet before a strong hand cruelly yanked back her braid and spun her around.
Elizabeth gasped in fear as she found herself staring into the black barrel of a silencer, a
menacing laser dot, trained on her forehead.
The man with the cold black eyes stared menacingly at her. "Going somewhere little girl?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
As the darkness of the night grew even heavier, Newman kept driving. He was driving quickly, but
carefully – just below the speed limit to ensure they wouldn't be pulled over by some overzealous
patrolman. He was trying to go as far into rural New York as possible where he could discreetly
dispose of the two bodies.
"Where are we going?" asked Gino. "We've been driving forever. Can't we just pull over, off them
and dump the bodies in the woods?"
"No, damnit! We can't just leave them where some hiker could find them in a day or two."
"So where are we going?" he asked again.
Newman looked at him suspiciously. "Why you being so nosy, huh?"
Gino shrugged. "I just wanna know. What's so wrong about that, huh?"
Newman shook his head. "You *always* wanna know. For your information we're going into the
Catskills. We should be there in about an hour. We can get rid of them there and then dump them
in one of the tributaries. Satisfied, yuh nosy bastard?"
Gino nodded. "Yeah, sure."
*~*~*~*~*~*
From behind in the not so spacious SUV trunk, Jax was slowly regaining consciousness. His jaw
ached, and his head pounded from where it had hit the ground. The realization that he and Skye
had been attacked stunned him.
**Skye! Where is she?**
He realized however that he was not alone. Nestled half on top of him was said woman. In the
dark, he tried to see if she had been hurt, but it was impossible. She lay between his thighs and
she was unconscious, but her breathing was deep and even.
Jax breathed a sigh of relief but it was only momentary. He had no doubt as to whom had been
responsible, but how had they known that Skye had been with him? It was hard to think with the
haze of pain floating behind his eyes. His head absolutely ached, as if someone was
painstakingly drilling into his skull.
Much to his dismay he could feel himself losing his grip on reality and with a groan, he fell back to
unconsciousness.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Elizabeth involuntarily stepped back in fear. She whipped her head around to her sister's bassinet
in the corner, the instinct to grab her and run so strong. But she knew the moment she tried to run
the man would not hesitate to put a bullet in her back.
Slowly she raised her hands in the air, not breaking eye contact though her knees were quaking
in fear.
"On your knees little girl," the man commanded coldly.
Liz was tempted to tell him to go to hell, but she didn't want to a bullet because of her smart
mouth either. She did as she was told, the menacing laser beam a huge incentive. Fear for her
sister coursed through her veins and she silently willed Kristina to stay silent.
As usual the little bambino did the exact opposite. She whimpered and woke from her sleep as
the other two men loudly dragged Max's prone body from outside, their heavy boots clonking on
the hardwood floor.
At the sound of the baby's whimper, Scaduto's head whipped toward the sound. Quickly he
motioned to one of the men with his gun, the laser making erratic motions on the walls. "Go, go
get her," he commanded one the men.
Recognizing his intent, panic swirled through Elizabeth and she cried out in fear. "No! Get away
from her, you bastards!" she cried, surging to her feet.
"Shut up, bitch!" he commanded, painfully grabbing her long braid again and throwing her to the
floor. "On your knees and don't you move! Tony, get the baby! Sean, gag this bitch!"
Elizabeth fought against her attackers, kicking and screaming as the man named Sean tried to
subdue her. Elizabeth clamped her teeth down into his arm and he slapped her hard across the
face.
"The bitch bit me!"
Liz was momentarily stunned and she tried to crawl towards the frightful screams of Kristina who
was being picked up by the other man. "Kristina! No! Don't take her! Please don't take her!" she
begged. A savage kick to her stomach stole her breath and brought tears to her eyes. She looked
up into the menacing face of Scaduto.
"You wanna fight, little girl?" he taunted as the steel tip of his boot slammed into her ribcage over
and over.
Sean crouched behind Elizabeth and cruelly yanked her hands behind her he trussed her up like
a turkey before savagely sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh of her shoulder. She cried out in
pain, but still bucked beneath him.
"Why can't we just shoot the bitch?" he asked Scaduto, aiming a savage kick to her face. He was
a little disappointed when he didn't hear anything snap. He raised his gun to her face, and
Elizabeth cried out in fear from behind her gag.
"Not yet," commanded Scaduto. "Soon."
Tony ushered the still screaming baby from the house and Elizabeth screamed in fear for her
sister. Scaduto kicked her again as he passed her broken body on the carpet. Sean spat on her
face and stalked past her.
He turned to look at her from the door: on her knees, face covered in bruises and cuts, trussed up
like a turkey. She was whimpering in fear and her frightened sobs could be heard. Just for fun, he
opened fire with his machine gun, spraying the room with bullets.
Elizabeth screamed from behind her gag and prayed for death.
*~*~*~*~*~*
They ushered the screaming baby into the black SUV and sped away from the house.
"Jesus! Shut that fucking baby up!" exploded Scaduto. He picked up Max's cell phone that he'd
grabbed on their way back and dialed a number.
"Morgan," came the answer.
"How much does Daddy love his little girls?" Scaduto terminated the call and laughed lustily. "Let
the games begin!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hearing those words made Jason's blood run cold. The voice had been unfamiliar but he had
recognized the number. It was Max's cell phone. Max who, along with Francis, was supposed to
be guarding Alexis, Elizabeth and… holy shit! **Kristina!**
*~*~*~*~*~*
Newman swung the SUV into a clearing about five miles from the main highway. Nothing but inky
darkness and nighttime sounds surrounded them. The quiet gurgle of one of the lake tributaries
tinkled in the night.
"We're here," announced Newman, getting out the car. "Let's make this quick!"
Gino followed him around the SUV and waited while the other man popped the trunk. Peering
inside, he realized the two captives were still unconscious.
"Man, Gino. You must have really clobbered him," chuckled Newman. "He's still out cold."
Gino returned the laugh and helped him take out the two bodies. He didn't even slump under
Jax's weight as he followed Newman to the fast-moving stream.
"Where does this stream go?" he asked as he set Jax on his knees by the bank.
"Runs into the waterfall three miles downstream. It's a fifty foot drop to the rocks below," he
explained, while checking his gun for bullets. "By the end, they'll be barely recognizable. Fish
food," he finished with a harsh laugh, aiming the gun at Skye's head while his partner walked
behind him.
"Oh, really?" asked Gino. He cocked his gun, aiming at Newman's skull.
Newman whirled around in surprise. "What the fuck are you –" he was cut off as Gino pulled the
trigger. A neat little hole appeared in his forehead and he fell back into the water, the surprise
etched permanently on his features.
"Fish food indeed!" smirked Gino, pocketing his gun and taking out his cell phone. He dialed the
number. "Benny! You would never fucking guess what just happened!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Jason raced to Alexis's house. He knew something was wrong – terribly wrong. The thought of
what could have happened twisting his heart. The once unfamiliar feeling of pain threatened to
overwhelm him, so strong he felt he would die.
When he finally arrived, all was deathly quiet. It was after all, after 2:00 in the morning and the
street was darkened and quiet. He quietly cursed Alexis for leaving so isolated. She was at least
2 miles from the city and another mile and half from her closest neighbor. If they'd been screams
there would have been no one to hear them.
Totally on guard, Jason slipped his gun from his holster and slipped the safety off. It was too quiet
and he regretted not bringing help along. Who knew who could be lurking in the shadows. But he
had left Sonny's penthouse in such a hurry he hadn't even told anyone he had left.
His watchful eyes took in every detail. The house stood quiet away from the tree-lined road, but
every single light was off. Not even the porch light was on. The hair on the back of his neck stood
up on end. Hurriedly, he bounded up the porch steps.
He nearly choked. Max was nowhere in sight. The dread was splashing through him in sickening
waves. With trepidation he pushed open the door, and the sight that greeted him stopped him in
his tracks.
Inside the living room looked like a war-zone. Bullet holes riddles the walls, the curtains, broken
glass was littered everywhere. He spotted a prone figure on the floor. Male – Max – and he
feared the young man was dead. Jason touched the back of the man's head, and his hands came
away soaked in blood. He felt for a pulse. Thankfully it was there. Thready, but still beating.
He stood up, needing to find the women. His fear was choking him, and he could barely function.
The house was *too* quiet. As his boots clunked the floor, he heard a whimper from the corner
near the fireplace.
His head snapped toward the sound and hurried toward the noise. The whimpering grew more
fearful as he grew closer and when he saw whom it was, his heart broke. Elizabeth sat curled in
the fetal position by Kristina's empty bassinet, bound and gagged. Her beautiful face was mottled
with bruises and there was dried blood by her nose.
"Elizabeth!" he cried out, sinking to his knees beside her.
Her eyes snapped open and the relief in her blue eyes was evident.
"What happened?" he asked Elizabeth, swiftly untying her. "Where's Alexis… Kristina?"
At the mention of her little sister's name, Elizabeth wailed in pain, and launched herself into
Jason's arms.
Her sobs rent the air as he rocked her back and forth, awkwardly stroking her hair. His eyes and
hands noticed the numerous bruises and tender spots mapping her skin. The rage in him steadily
grew and threatened to explode, but he had to know something first. "Where is your mother,
Elizabeth? Where is Kristina?"
Elizabeth's sobs became harder. "She's not here. Oh, God, Jas… it was so horrible! They took
her, Jason!" she wailed. "Oh my god, they took Kristina!"
TBC…
A/N: Well, R&R as usual guys, and tell me what you thought. I look forward to hearing from you.
Oh, and I apologize if it was a bit to violent but hey! That's all part of the story. Ciao!