GHCIA
CH.1-Reposted
AN: Dunno why, but Im reposting this fic. Longer, more detailed, better characterizations, and just generally better than before.
AN2: I'm warping a lot of things, so this is an AU fic. I'm not sure of everyone's ages, and frankly don't care; so if I'm off.....life sucks. If you don't like the pairings of this fic (I don't like em, its just how it happened) Ric/Court, Skye/Luke, Skye/Sonny/Carly/Jason, Georgie/Dillon, Faith/Alcazar/Carly, then my sequel to this is gonna be: Liric, Journey, Sonny/Carly, Skye/Luke, Nem and probably more.
AN3: Last one for this chapter...I swear! This story's done, so updates should be regular. And Francisco Alcazar, seen shortly in the fic, is mine as well as a few named lackeys. Oh, and I think Ric's dad's name is Trevor, but I don't like it, so now its Jeff. Lastly, if u don't like Ric...who couldn't?.....anyway, if u don't, this fic isn't for you.....or if u like Carly, there is minor-major bashing.
1987 Port Charles
Michael "Sonny" Corinthos fumed visibly, as his boss, Francisco Alcazar berated him.
"The Madre Diamond is worth millions, how could you let this happen? You are going to get it back, or you're a dead man, understand?" Sonny looked past his aging boss, to his smirking son, Lorenzo. He glared at him furiously. "Well?"
"Yeah, yeah." Sonny walked out, picturing Lorenzo's smug face, and how much he would like to smash it in.
It wasn't his fault Jeff Lansing had swindled a notorious crime lord out of an extremely valuable diamond. Sonny had met Jeff at Port Charles' pier, and the man had seemed earnest enough in his offer to be Alcazar's attorney. It was Alcazar's fault for trusting anyone. The mobster had been in the business nearly thirty years, and a lawyer had tricked him out of his own diamond.
Martha's Vineyard
Sonny crept through the front yard. Francisco had ignored his complaint that he couldn't retrieve it alone. The full moon cast eerily contrasting shadows, and glowing light. Lansing's house seemed to grow larger as he approached.
Nervously, he screwed the silencer on his gun, and checked to ascertain that it was loaded. His unsteady feet carried him to the back of the overly lavish house. He ducked quickly behind a fruit tree as a light brightened the dimness.
"Is anyone there?" A somewhat familiar voice called softly. Sonny tried to place the speaker, and finally realized the obvious. It must be his half-brother, Ric Lansing. Sonny peered around the tree. He hadn't seen his brother in 15 years, when Jeff made Adella choose Sonny or him. Ric had grown to look somewhat like his half-brother, though taller and thinner, as opposed to Sonny's shorter more muscular build. Sonny stepped out from behind the tree and aimed his gun at the shocked teen. "Who are you?" Ric asked calmly.
"Turn around." Sonny ordered, deepening his voice. Ric obeyed hesitantly, trying to glance at Sonny over his shoulder. "Ric, where does your father keep the diamond?" he asked, keeping to the shadows.
"How do you know about that? Who are you?" Ric repeated. Sonny cocked the gun, whilst mentally kicking himself.
"The diamond?" He demanded again. Ric began to turn, and Sonny instinctively pulled the trigger. Ric fell forward slowly, his hands clutching his side. Sonny felt a small burning sensation of regret, which he ignored instantly.
He ran past the still moving teen, towards the house. Voices from inside halted his running, and he ducked behind a wall.
"Well, look at this, the Madre Diamond." Someone inside whistled. Sonny drew his gun and aimed it at the back door. A bullet whizzed by his face and ricocheted off the wall. Sonny waited and returned fire. "What's an Alcazar lackey doin' here." Sonny blanched, and looked for an escape route. The way he had come over the wall seemed to be open. He fired off several shots and ran as fast as he could.
2004 Port Charles
"Hey
CH.1-Reposted
AN: Dunno why, but Im reposting this fic. Longer, more detailed, better characterizations, and just generally better than before.
AN2: I'm warping a lot of things, so this is an AU fic. I'm not sure of everyone's ages, and frankly don't care; so if I'm off.....life sucks. If you don't like the pairings of this fic (I don't like em, its just how it happened) Ric/Court, Skye/Luke, Skye/Sonny/Carly/Jason, Georgie/Dillon, Faith/Alcazar/Carly, then my sequel to this is gonna be: Liric, Journey, Sonny/Carly, Skye/Luke, Nem and probably more.
AN3: Last one for this chapter...I swear! This story's done, so updates should be regular. And Francisco Alcazar, seen shortly in the fic, is mine as well as a few named lackeys. Oh, and I think Ric's dad's name is Trevor, but I don't like it, so now its Jeff. Lastly, if u don't like Ric...who couldn't?.....anyway, if u don't, this fic isn't for you.....or if u like Carly, there is minor-major bashing.
1987 Port Charles
Michael "Sonny" Corinthos fumed visibly, as his boss, Francisco Alcazar berated him.
"The Madre Diamond is worth millions, how could you let this happen? You are going to get it back, or you're a dead man, understand?" Sonny looked past his aging boss, to his smirking son, Lorenzo. He glared at him furiously. "Well?"
"Yeah, yeah." Sonny walked out, picturing Lorenzo's smug face, and how much he would like to smash it in.
It wasn't his fault Jeff Lansing had swindled a notorious crime lord out of an extremely valuable diamond. Sonny had met Jeff at Port Charles' pier, and the man had seemed earnest enough in his offer to be Alcazar's attorney. It was Alcazar's fault for trusting anyone. The mobster had been in the business nearly thirty years, and a lawyer had tricked him out of his own diamond.
Martha's Vineyard
Sonny crept through the front yard. Francisco had ignored his complaint that he couldn't retrieve it alone. The full moon cast eerily contrasting shadows, and glowing light. Lansing's house seemed to grow larger as he approached.
Nervously, he screwed the silencer on his gun, and checked to ascertain that it was loaded. His unsteady feet carried him to the back of the overly lavish house. He ducked quickly behind a fruit tree as a light brightened the dimness.
"Is anyone there?" A somewhat familiar voice called softly. Sonny tried to place the speaker, and finally realized the obvious. It must be his half-brother, Ric Lansing. Sonny peered around the tree. He hadn't seen his brother in 15 years, when Jeff made Adella choose Sonny or him. Ric had grown to look somewhat like his half-brother, though taller and thinner, as opposed to Sonny's shorter more muscular build. Sonny stepped out from behind the tree and aimed his gun at the shocked teen. "Who are you?" Ric asked calmly.
"Turn around." Sonny ordered, deepening his voice. Ric obeyed hesitantly, trying to glance at Sonny over his shoulder. "Ric, where does your father keep the diamond?" he asked, keeping to the shadows.
"How do you know about that? Who are you?" Ric repeated. Sonny cocked the gun, whilst mentally kicking himself.
"The diamond?" He demanded again. Ric began to turn, and Sonny instinctively pulled the trigger. Ric fell forward slowly, his hands clutching his side. Sonny felt a small burning sensation of regret, which he ignored instantly.
He ran past the still moving teen, towards the house. Voices from inside halted his running, and he ducked behind a wall.
"Well, look at this, the Madre Diamond." Someone inside whistled. Sonny drew his gun and aimed it at the back door. A bullet whizzed by his face and ricocheted off the wall. Sonny waited and returned fire. "What's an Alcazar lackey doin' here." Sonny blanched, and looked for an escape route. The way he had come over the wall seemed to be open. He fired off several shots and ran as fast as he could.
2004 Port Charles
"Hey