Elizabeth could feel the sunlight against her eyelids. Both sides of
her head raged for her attention. She slowly looked around the room. No
door. Just one window. Everything was metal, metal walls, metal table,
metal bed. Her legs screamed to walk around. When she tried to get up she
realized she was tied to a chair. After struggling for another moment, she
gave up in defeat.
Where was she? What had happened? The last thing she remembered was Ric leaving her studio. The next thing was black. Her head still swam from the drugs they must have used on her. Did anyone know she was missing? Did anyone care? She let out a cynical laugh.
In the last few months she had managed to sever all ties she had with anyone that mattered to her. Her whole world had become Ric. Ironic much? She'd barely ever taken the time to pick up a phone and call Grams. Lucky had lost his mom, father, and girlfriend all in the span of a year. Nikolas had the weight of the Cassadine family on his shoulders. Emily and Zander were thinking about getting married. Where was she in all of this? Running around like a fool with Ric.
She isolated herself for him. She left her job for him. She had turned against Sonny, and Jason because of him. Regret swelled within her. Jason.
Ever since she'd met him he'd been honest with her. Even when they were fighting he always was upfront with her. He looked out for her. How did she show her gratitude? By holding a gun in front of him.
It was too late now. That relationship had been put to rest along time ago. But suddenly she found herself wishing those stormy eyes would come in and save her. He was great at that kind of thing.
So this is what Lucky felt like. Trapped. Alone. Terrified. How had he kept his sanity that whole year? Being here for one day and Liz was already climbing the walls. She tugged against the rope that held her hands behind her back. The rope burned against her wrists. Biting back her lip she tugged some more. Something gave free. Smiling in renewed satisfaction she looked at her bloody wrists. This was going to be fun explaining.
"Hello!" she screamed. No one answered. Her cries were all in vain. No one was here. She looked out her window. She wasn't above any water, which was a good sign. She also wasn't in the middle of a town either. It was all jungle.
"Well, at least I know I'm not in Port Charles." The window was about the size of a small locker. A guy like Sonny could never fit through, but maybe a petite girl like herself could. What did she have to lose. She looked down at her outfit. Flip flops, a tee shirt and some jeans. Oh well.
She dragged the chair over to the window, and climbed out. The hot air mixed with her headache made her dizzy, but she ran anyways. She didn't look at where she was going, she didn't really care. All that mattered was that she got away from whoever had taken her, and get home.
*** "Senor, the woman she has escaped like you planned. Should someone chase after her?" the soldier asked. The man in the leather chair had a smile from ear to ear, "No, let her run. She'll lead me to right where I need to be."
***
She couldn't keep running and her head was pounding. Elizabeth felt every step pound in her brain. The drugs were slowly wearing off, but it was taking its sweet time. Finally she found a waterfall. It was heaven. She's never seen anything like it.
The grass felt soft beneath her. It was like a massive pillow. Her eyes grew heavy, and the sun felt warm on her skin. The last thought that floated through her mind was how had she stumbled onto something so unearthly. ***
For the first time in his life, Jason was lost. All the trees looked the same. Everything led to more circles. He was getting tired, and it was going to be night soon. He needed to find some water, and camp out around there.
He heard the sound of running water getting louder, and followed it. Between the mass of trees was a little waterfall, and a lake. It was beautiful. Flowers covered wherever there wasn't water. Bright yellows, pinks, oranges, greens, purples, and blues. It was an artist's dream. As he took everything in something caught his eye.
"Elizabeth?"
***
Okay, I know I know. They still haven't interacted, but we're getting there I promise. Just remember the sooner you review the sooner I post.:) Now, I've got to go pack!
Where was she? What had happened? The last thing she remembered was Ric leaving her studio. The next thing was black. Her head still swam from the drugs they must have used on her. Did anyone know she was missing? Did anyone care? She let out a cynical laugh.
In the last few months she had managed to sever all ties she had with anyone that mattered to her. Her whole world had become Ric. Ironic much? She'd barely ever taken the time to pick up a phone and call Grams. Lucky had lost his mom, father, and girlfriend all in the span of a year. Nikolas had the weight of the Cassadine family on his shoulders. Emily and Zander were thinking about getting married. Where was she in all of this? Running around like a fool with Ric.
She isolated herself for him. She left her job for him. She had turned against Sonny, and Jason because of him. Regret swelled within her. Jason.
Ever since she'd met him he'd been honest with her. Even when they were fighting he always was upfront with her. He looked out for her. How did she show her gratitude? By holding a gun in front of him.
It was too late now. That relationship had been put to rest along time ago. But suddenly she found herself wishing those stormy eyes would come in and save her. He was great at that kind of thing.
So this is what Lucky felt like. Trapped. Alone. Terrified. How had he kept his sanity that whole year? Being here for one day and Liz was already climbing the walls. She tugged against the rope that held her hands behind her back. The rope burned against her wrists. Biting back her lip she tugged some more. Something gave free. Smiling in renewed satisfaction she looked at her bloody wrists. This was going to be fun explaining.
"Hello!" she screamed. No one answered. Her cries were all in vain. No one was here. She looked out her window. She wasn't above any water, which was a good sign. She also wasn't in the middle of a town either. It was all jungle.
"Well, at least I know I'm not in Port Charles." The window was about the size of a small locker. A guy like Sonny could never fit through, but maybe a petite girl like herself could. What did she have to lose. She looked down at her outfit. Flip flops, a tee shirt and some jeans. Oh well.
She dragged the chair over to the window, and climbed out. The hot air mixed with her headache made her dizzy, but she ran anyways. She didn't look at where she was going, she didn't really care. All that mattered was that she got away from whoever had taken her, and get home.
*** "Senor, the woman she has escaped like you planned. Should someone chase after her?" the soldier asked. The man in the leather chair had a smile from ear to ear, "No, let her run. She'll lead me to right where I need to be."
***
She couldn't keep running and her head was pounding. Elizabeth felt every step pound in her brain. The drugs were slowly wearing off, but it was taking its sweet time. Finally she found a waterfall. It was heaven. She's never seen anything like it.
The grass felt soft beneath her. It was like a massive pillow. Her eyes grew heavy, and the sun felt warm on her skin. The last thought that floated through her mind was how had she stumbled onto something so unearthly. ***
For the first time in his life, Jason was lost. All the trees looked the same. Everything led to more circles. He was getting tired, and it was going to be night soon. He needed to find some water, and camp out around there.
He heard the sound of running water getting louder, and followed it. Between the mass of trees was a little waterfall, and a lake. It was beautiful. Flowers covered wherever there wasn't water. Bright yellows, pinks, oranges, greens, purples, and blues. It was an artist's dream. As he took everything in something caught his eye.
"Elizabeth?"
***
Okay, I know I know. They still haven't interacted, but we're getting there I promise. Just remember the sooner you review the sooner I post.:) Now, I've got to go pack!