Disclaimer: I don't own General Hospital, any of the characters etc. The
only thing I do own is the original character of Marrissa so please, don't
sue me.
Authors Note: I'm sure everyone knows this but just to make sure there is no confusion, words surrounded by this * * are the characters inner thoughts.
Chapter One:
The unexpected heat wave sent many of the citizens of Port Charles either into their comfortable air-conditioned homes or into the nearest pool for relief but this heat was nothing Marrissa Rodriguez couldn't handle. Being born, and for a short while, raised in South America and then moving to Florida had given her the tolerance that those in upper New York obviously didn't have. Unfortunately, the heat meant the streets were deserted, which more than a small problem for her.
"Where the hell am I going?" the annoyed teen asked herself. In one hand she held the only piece of luggage she had taken on this trip and in the other was a map of Port Charles that she had bought before arriving in town. There were three major hotels here, not to mention about ten smaller family owned one. But all she needed was one.which one though was the real problem.
"This is stupid. I should have stayed in Florida." Marrissa gave a heavy sigh trying desperately to read the foreign map. She looked up and saw that in her mindless wandering she had made her way outside of a diner called "Kelly's."
"Well.I could use the break. Maybe someone in there can help me too." She rationalized out loud to herself. She folded the map, looked around for a moment, and walked into the diner. Quickly and quietly she sat down at the table nearest to the door, hoping to not draw too much attention to herself, and surveyed her surroundings. Two teenagers at the bar, having what seemed to be an intimate conversation, an older woman eating away contently at some ice cream, and at the table nearest to the counter were two suits. One with a white shirt, one with a blue one. Something about them started to upset Marrissa but she gave it no more thought when a waitress approached.
"What can I do for you?" the brown haired woman asked politely. Marrissa gave the woman a small, polite smile, ordered lemonade and a salad and then quickly took out her map again to inspect it. The waitress, thankfully, left Marrissa alone while she ate her meal but obviously couldn't keep her curiosity under control when she went to deliver the bill.
"Are you new in town with your family?"
Marrissa was a little confused as to why this woman would care but thought that there was no real danger in answering, just out of politeness.
"Well, no. I can here alone." Thinking that answer had been satisfactory she dug into her purse looking for her wallet.
"Kinda young to be traveling alone.are you meeting family here?"
*Damn, you're not nosy at all, are you now?*
Marrissa felt herself slowly losing her patience with this woman's curiosity. She had decided that it would be better to just get up and leave when she remembered that she didn't exactly know where to go.
"Do you think you could help me? I'm looking for Lorenzo Alcazar. Do you know what hotel he's.staying.at.." She slowly trailed off at the sight of the woman's shocked face. Her shock quickly became horror.
"Why are you looking for Lorenzo Alcazar?" she practically shouted so that the whole diner stopped to watch, which really pissed Marrissa off. Not only did this woman have no real right to ask but also she had drawn unwanted attention to her.
"My grandfather sent me on business. Now do you know or not?"
The waitress told her no, and also tried to warn her away from such a man but Marrissa didn't stick around long enough. Not long enough to hear the woman declare her worry out loud or to hear to man with the blue shirt talk into his cell phone receiver.
"Someone is looking for you Mr. Alcazar. A young lady who says her grandfather sent her on business. Should we.question her?" He was silent for a moment, nodded then ended the call. The man with the white sat there, waiting for the orders.
"We wait for now."
It was now well past nightfall and Marrissa had been more than unsuccessful in trying to find Lorenzo Alcazar. She figured, as she sat on one of the benches at the docks, that either everyone in Port Charles was trying to hide him or he wasn't even here. Figuring the kind of man he was Marrissa thought the latter was the best assumption.
"And if he's not here then I'm screwed." She signed to herself, running her hand through her hair. Marrissa was contemplating checking into the Port Charles hotel when she heard muffled cries and the scuffling of feet. Not knowing what else to do she hid herself as best she could behind an abandoned crate.
*Shit. My luggage.*
She rose from her hiding spot, about to go get the stray black suitcase when the approaching noise grew to an alarming closeness. She threw herself down to the ground and prayed for luck. In a matter of milliseconds the two suits she had seen earlier were dragging a twenty-something looking man near the water edge. All she could do was watch in silence as the man in the white shirt and the man in the blue shirt slowly began to terrorize the young man.
"Please.please dear God don't hurt me." the twenty-something man begged.
"Now, how many chances has Mr. Alcazar given you to pay back the money you stole?" 'White Shirt' asked the man.
"I swear I didn't.all I need is one more week!! That's it!"
"Too many chances, that's how many!! Now you're just a thorn in his side. He thinks it's time to just cut his losses."
'Blue Shirt' shoved the twenty-something man into the grip of 'White Shirt' while he pulled out a large silver gun. Slowly he took out a silencer and screwed it on. 'White Shirt' shoved the man near the edge of the docks and then it was too late.
Zip. Zip. Zip. The sound of the silenced bullets. Splash.
It took Marrissa all of her strength to hold in a scream for she knew that her life depended on her silence. The two suits turned to leave when 'Blue Shirt' saw something out of place.her suitcase.
"Wait" he motioned to the suitcase. "The girl is here"
*Oh shit.*
With no other option Marrissa sprung from her hiding spot and started to run before the two men had drawn any closer to her, but she didn't even make it out of the docks. Before she could make it into the dark alley 'White Shirt' grabbed her by the waist and held on tight. With her arms being held down by her side, Marrissa flailed her legs wildly, screaming as loud as she could before a handkerchief was shoved into her mouth. The more she fought, the more the grip on her tightened to a point where it hurt to breath. 'Blue Shirt' calmly took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Brown is taken care of sir, but we have another problem. The young lady who was looking for you saw a little too much. What do you want us to do with her?." He flipped the phone shut and put it back in his jacket.
"Well, it seems that you're going to get what you want after all little one."
**Please R&R. This is my first GH fanfic so feed back is greatly appreciated!!**
Authors Note: I'm sure everyone knows this but just to make sure there is no confusion, words surrounded by this * * are the characters inner thoughts.
Chapter One:
The unexpected heat wave sent many of the citizens of Port Charles either into their comfortable air-conditioned homes or into the nearest pool for relief but this heat was nothing Marrissa Rodriguez couldn't handle. Being born, and for a short while, raised in South America and then moving to Florida had given her the tolerance that those in upper New York obviously didn't have. Unfortunately, the heat meant the streets were deserted, which more than a small problem for her.
"Where the hell am I going?" the annoyed teen asked herself. In one hand she held the only piece of luggage she had taken on this trip and in the other was a map of Port Charles that she had bought before arriving in town. There were three major hotels here, not to mention about ten smaller family owned one. But all she needed was one.which one though was the real problem.
"This is stupid. I should have stayed in Florida." Marrissa gave a heavy sigh trying desperately to read the foreign map. She looked up and saw that in her mindless wandering she had made her way outside of a diner called "Kelly's."
"Well.I could use the break. Maybe someone in there can help me too." She rationalized out loud to herself. She folded the map, looked around for a moment, and walked into the diner. Quickly and quietly she sat down at the table nearest to the door, hoping to not draw too much attention to herself, and surveyed her surroundings. Two teenagers at the bar, having what seemed to be an intimate conversation, an older woman eating away contently at some ice cream, and at the table nearest to the counter were two suits. One with a white shirt, one with a blue one. Something about them started to upset Marrissa but she gave it no more thought when a waitress approached.
"What can I do for you?" the brown haired woman asked politely. Marrissa gave the woman a small, polite smile, ordered lemonade and a salad and then quickly took out her map again to inspect it. The waitress, thankfully, left Marrissa alone while she ate her meal but obviously couldn't keep her curiosity under control when she went to deliver the bill.
"Are you new in town with your family?"
Marrissa was a little confused as to why this woman would care but thought that there was no real danger in answering, just out of politeness.
"Well, no. I can here alone." Thinking that answer had been satisfactory she dug into her purse looking for her wallet.
"Kinda young to be traveling alone.are you meeting family here?"
*Damn, you're not nosy at all, are you now?*
Marrissa felt herself slowly losing her patience with this woman's curiosity. She had decided that it would be better to just get up and leave when she remembered that she didn't exactly know where to go.
"Do you think you could help me? I'm looking for Lorenzo Alcazar. Do you know what hotel he's.staying.at.." She slowly trailed off at the sight of the woman's shocked face. Her shock quickly became horror.
"Why are you looking for Lorenzo Alcazar?" she practically shouted so that the whole diner stopped to watch, which really pissed Marrissa off. Not only did this woman have no real right to ask but also she had drawn unwanted attention to her.
"My grandfather sent me on business. Now do you know or not?"
The waitress told her no, and also tried to warn her away from such a man but Marrissa didn't stick around long enough. Not long enough to hear the woman declare her worry out loud or to hear to man with the blue shirt talk into his cell phone receiver.
"Someone is looking for you Mr. Alcazar. A young lady who says her grandfather sent her on business. Should we.question her?" He was silent for a moment, nodded then ended the call. The man with the white sat there, waiting for the orders.
"We wait for now."
It was now well past nightfall and Marrissa had been more than unsuccessful in trying to find Lorenzo Alcazar. She figured, as she sat on one of the benches at the docks, that either everyone in Port Charles was trying to hide him or he wasn't even here. Figuring the kind of man he was Marrissa thought the latter was the best assumption.
"And if he's not here then I'm screwed." She signed to herself, running her hand through her hair. Marrissa was contemplating checking into the Port Charles hotel when she heard muffled cries and the scuffling of feet. Not knowing what else to do she hid herself as best she could behind an abandoned crate.
*Shit. My luggage.*
She rose from her hiding spot, about to go get the stray black suitcase when the approaching noise grew to an alarming closeness. She threw herself down to the ground and prayed for luck. In a matter of milliseconds the two suits she had seen earlier were dragging a twenty-something looking man near the water edge. All she could do was watch in silence as the man in the white shirt and the man in the blue shirt slowly began to terrorize the young man.
"Please.please dear God don't hurt me." the twenty-something man begged.
"Now, how many chances has Mr. Alcazar given you to pay back the money you stole?" 'White Shirt' asked the man.
"I swear I didn't.all I need is one more week!! That's it!"
"Too many chances, that's how many!! Now you're just a thorn in his side. He thinks it's time to just cut his losses."
'Blue Shirt' shoved the twenty-something man into the grip of 'White Shirt' while he pulled out a large silver gun. Slowly he took out a silencer and screwed it on. 'White Shirt' shoved the man near the edge of the docks and then it was too late.
Zip. Zip. Zip. The sound of the silenced bullets. Splash.
It took Marrissa all of her strength to hold in a scream for she knew that her life depended on her silence. The two suits turned to leave when 'Blue Shirt' saw something out of place.her suitcase.
"Wait" he motioned to the suitcase. "The girl is here"
*Oh shit.*
With no other option Marrissa sprung from her hiding spot and started to run before the two men had drawn any closer to her, but she didn't even make it out of the docks. Before she could make it into the dark alley 'White Shirt' grabbed her by the waist and held on tight. With her arms being held down by her side, Marrissa flailed her legs wildly, screaming as loud as she could before a handkerchief was shoved into her mouth. The more she fought, the more the grip on her tightened to a point where it hurt to breath. 'Blue Shirt' calmly took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Brown is taken care of sir, but we have another problem. The young lady who was looking for you saw a little too much. What do you want us to do with her?." He flipped the phone shut and put it back in his jacket.
"Well, it seems that you're going to get what you want after all little one."
**Please R&R. This is my first GH fanfic so feed back is greatly appreciated!!**