Hey guys! This is my first attempt at fan fiction, so don't be too cruel. This story focuses

mainly on Liz and so far does not really have her paired with anyone. Beware! I am not a LiRic

or Journey fan so if you like these couples you may not like this story. It's sort of alternate

universe. In this story Liz was presumed dead when the bomb was placed in her studio and went off.

I've only watched GH since the marvelous return of Brenda so my history is rewritten. Liz and

Courtney were very good friends as teenagers they hung out with Em, Lucky, and Nik. Liz is not

really dead and is actually working for the WSB you will find out why later. That's about it.

Everything else is pretty much the same as on the show now. Oh, except Liz has no family to speak

of except the Spencers who tool her in ahter the death of her grandmother. That's it promise. Let

me know if you are interested in this story and I'll post another chap. Thanx!

She moved silently through the noisy mass of people with only one goal in mind. Don't be

discovered. She knew she was taking a huge chance by being back in Port Charles after all these

years. She just couldn't stay away. When Frisco dangled the job in front of her, she knew that

it was too good to resist. So here she was, back in Port Charles the place that had caused her

so much pain, at the Halloween party no less. Thankful for the mask concealing her identity

she turned to survey the crowd.

She saw many familiar faces. The Quartermain's stood in a corner across the room, no doubt

arguing about who was the most treacherous among them. There were the Spencers. Laura dressed as

an angel and Luke as a prisoner. *How fitting* Lucky and Nikolas stood to the side laughing about

something. They were dressed as pirates. She still hadn't layed eyes on the people to blame for

her "death", the Corinthos'. She did a 360 and looked towards the door. Maybe they hadn't arrived

yet. Then she saw him.

Jason stood in his usual attire of of blue jeans and leather jacket he looked extremely

uncomfortable. Clinging to his arm was a bunny. Upon closer examination she realized it was

Courtney. A giggle escaped when she saw Carly dressed as a witch.*Like that's a real stretch

for her* Holding her hand was Sonny. He was as always impeccably dressed in an Armani suit.

She felt sad that these people had a huge role in ruining her life and could still find

it in them to party while they thought she was rotting in her grave. *No, no. You made a

conscious decision to associate yourself with these people. You knew the dangers that came

with being a part of their lives* She felt a huge amount of malice towards one person in

particular. Courtney.

The kaughing blonde was the reason her life was the way it was. Why everyone thought she

was killed in that bomb. Feeling the tears smart her eyes, she quickly moved to the exit and

stepped into the dark night. The cold night air swirled around her and she pulled her cloak

closer towards her face. She strode off to the docks the walk aand the air helping her to

regain control of her emotions. She couldn't wait to see the looks on everyone's faces when

when they found out that Courtney was the reason she had faked her death. She laughed loudly at

the thought and the brunette finally spoke.

"No one will ever make Elizabeth Immogene Webber the victim again."

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