A new face after the race
Chapter 24
A lone figure sat in a dark office, fingering a picture frame. They were tempted to steal the picture from it, but knew their presence would be noticed if the employer noted its disappearance. There was always the idea of replacing it, but they didn't know where another copy would be. So they settled for a quick look daily. They broke in and stared at it for hours.
This would be the last time though. The security was too tight and the employer felt another's presence as it was. They shook it away, but they were becoming suspicious. He couldn't afford to be caught, so he could come no more. This one last time would have to fill his thoughts until some time has passed. Only then could he come back again.
They quietly left the now empty office, which he had noticed before was dirty beyond recognition. It was obvious the employer had organization issues.
They didn't think much of it though, it wasn't his problem. And boy were they glad for that, they would be surprised if the employer ever found anything in that pig sty. They saw messy, but that office held a whole new definition of messy.
It was common knowledge that the male race weren't the most organized, but that was just crazy. They would know.
They swept past the security guards, who lifted their flash lights at the sound of another presence. They got away successfully and walked to where they were scheduled to meet and talk with an informant. They held some precious information that he could use to their advantage.
They walked fast, for the cold wind and darkness became too much of a target. No moon was out. The only lights came from the cars passing, the dwellings of the citizens and the few light posts Port Charles had.
They made it though and quickly found some warmth in the abandoned place they kept their informant. They were risking all keeping her here. The police were on the lookout for Mrs. Jason Morgan/Quartermaine (a/n: I don't remember which one I used, if I did at all!)
She had an unknowing knowledge when it came to Port Charles and its residents, when she focused of course. She tended to let her mind slip, which was probably why she was locked up in a room some people called padded walls(a/n: I wish I was in one, they'd be so much fun. Sorry, had to add that comment, please go back to the story...)
It didn't take much to steal her away from Ferncliff. The doctors were one of the most neglectful doctors they had ever seen and Brenda put up no fight. As long as they kept her medicated she was fine, but the drowsiness was a pain at times. They were patient though. They had to be. It was always said people who wait to get what they want, usually do. It took some trying to, but they excelled.
They walked up to the woman and saw what she was doing. She was staring happily at the wall, a smile on her face, no doubt counting the visual nails in it. They clicked their fingers to get her attention. A middle aged, raven hair woman left the counting and looked up expectantly at him. They made no sound, and stared.
They left no time, getting what they wanted to know. "Brenda. Its time for our daily information sessions." They taunted mercifully.
Brenda made no movement to assure them that she was listening and the words flew out her ears, as if she didn't hear. They continued anyway. "We've talked about Jason, Melissa, and assorted Spencer relatives." The woman nodded unsteadily. "Now we talk about your daughter's adoptive sibling, Emily. Do you remember her?" The woman nodded again.
"Let's stick to the basics, when did you and your husband legally adopt her?" They asked.
"In the 1990's." Brenda slurred, almost making it seem like she was drunk.
"Be more specific." They spat out angrily, hating her not detailed answers that she gave almost every night.
"In the mid 1990's." Brenda did as he said, but not his liking. They walked up to her and grabbed her. "I want the exact year!" They said as if she had a choice.
"1996." She answered.
They gave a smile and continued their questions. "Did she warm up to you at first?" They asked, assuming Brenda would understand what they were asking but she didn't and stared openly at them, not saying a word. "Fine, did she trust you, like you, at the beginning?" They reworded the question.
"No, she was very suspicious and alarmed." Brenda surprisingly gave an answer in a sentence.
"Did she ever change?" They asked, praying they didn't have to rephrase another question.
"Probably like it to this day." Brenda slurred. They took the answer reluctantly. From what they heard she made no movement to get to know her adopted daughter.
"Do you know why?" They asked.
"It was something about her father." Brenda answered.
"And Emily's father's name is?" They suggested more like a demand than a suggestion though.
"Bowen." Brenda remembered vaguely. Jason spoke little of the guy as did Emily, Luke, and Lucky. Melissa wasn't present in the world yet.
"His first name would be?" They asked, slowly losing patience for this vague woman.
"Don't know." Brenda answered and they let the question slide for now.
"What are her weaknesses?" The investigation of knowledge continued.
"Close family and friends that mean a lot to her." Brenda remembered, especially Luke's son, but she didn't say that.
"Physical?" The next question was.
"None that I would know of, we didn't speak." Brenda revealed.
"Mental?" The final question, until tomorrow at least.
"She has plenty." Brenda answered and found a discovered interest in the nails in the walls again.
They were getting nowhere with this line of questioning, they determined and finally lost all patience, storming out of the place, leaving Brenda to start counting nails again.
Sarah watched Emily close up Kelly's and walk the brisk way to the public sidewalk that led to her home. She made a step forward and one back, trying to run away from talking to her.
She had finally reassessed what it would have been like in Emily's shoes and hear the loving boyfriend had fathered another child. It hurt and now she knew the true damage that she caused and wanted to apologize, make some civil presence between the two.
Sarah finally found the courage and fell in step behind Emily. Apparently Emily sensed her and quickly turned around, making Sarah jump in surprise. Emily had some good senses, she thought, better than most.
Emily stared coolly at Sarah as she regained her balance. Sarah put up a smile. "Emily, hi." She said calmly.
"Sarah." Emily returned the favor and created a tense stance that intimidated her a bit. She gulped and prepared her apology.
"Could I speak with you, just for a second?" Sarah proposed, shivering in her boots, whether she admitted it or not.
"I suppose so." Emily answered and waited for Sarah to continue. Sarah expected her to say no obviously with the look on her face. Why not? Emily thought she had been getting that answer with all Port Charles residents who heard of her misdeeds, especially her pregnancy with no known father.
"I wanted to apologize for my behavior." Sarah spelled out and Emily held back a snort, it was obvious this was a painful thing for Sarah, so Emily gave her no more trouble.
"For the times before and after my pregnancy became known. I was so conceited and spoiled and never really realized it until now. I went after Lucky constantly, but I realize now that I lost and that might be funny seeing how I never had him. I was setting myself up for pain and took it out wrongly. Lying and making you think Lucky cheated on you was wrong, but I didn't know what to do and my mind was elsewhere. I know it's saying a lot but could you find it in your heart to forgive me? The love you share is too strong, I hope you know that. Even my beauty couldn't get Lucky away. He is committed to you and wouldn't unknowingly hurt you." Sarah offered and Emily couldn't hide an outrageous look of surprise.
Sarah was asking a lot, but she seemed sincere enough, but Sarah being sincere meant she was asking for something or setting you up. She had been known to play this game over and over again. Emily took Sarah's words to heart though, but couldn't forgive her. The pain and thoughts of betrayal were still there, too strong. She had to offer something though; Sarah was human as was she.
"I take and listen to your words and take your apology gratefully, but forgiveness is a bit early to give. I will give it in time, but not now. It's much too early." Emily responded, not coldly like most of Port Charles, but not nicely either, it's safe to say she was indifferent.
Sarah nodded. She would take what she gets. That little answer took much of her tension off her heart and gut. "I see, I shall wait then and let you get home. I assume you have much to do." Sarah replied, making a mention to Emily's black messenger bag that probably held all notes, homework, and textbooks.
"I do, good night." Emily said and walked away.
"Night." Sarah called back and was prepared to return to the room she rented at a motel to think her pregnancy and whole life through, but something kept her here. She found out soon enough what it was.
Emily was just crossing the street after looking both ways, when a speeding car zoomed down the deserted streets. Emily and Sarah couldn't see what would happen next. Emily was halfway down the street when the car approached. Sarah expected what would happen next and screamed Emily's name as it hit her and sped off. Sarah's shock didn't last long and upon further inspection, an unconscious woman lay possibly dead with the car that hit her running away. Sarah looked at the car for further knowledge. She got the color, model, year, and half of the license plate before it was out of sight.
After this, Sarah ran to where Emily lay unconscious and checked for a pulse. It was there, meaning Emily was still alive. Sarah gave a sigh of deep relief and fished for her cell. She quickly called the hospital immediately.
"Hello, how can we help you?" The receptionist asked.
"A woman has been hurt; she was run over by a red car." Sarah said rushed.
"A woman? Are you with her now?" The receptionist asked and Sarah wanted to scream at the lady. Why would she be calling if this wasn't important? Honestly, she thought.
"Yes, were at Chestnut and Newton." Sarah gave instructions, knowing the lady receptionist would never get there if she asked another stupid question.
"Help shall be there as soon as they can, stay with her, but don't touch her. It may do more harm than good. May I ask the name of the woman? It will help the process of questions go farther." The receptionist explained.
"Emily, I don't know her last name." Sarah answered, scared for former classmate.
"Okay, age?" The receptionist wrote down.
"Umm...nineteen, twenty, I'm not too sure?" Sarah guessed.
"Hmmm, and your relation towards Emily would be?" The receptionist continued her questions.
"We went to high School together." Sarah offered.
"And your name is?" The receptionist asked.
"Sarah Webber." Sarah answered without another thought.
"Okay, stay calm; you should see flashing lights coming. And remember don't touch her, leave it all to the paramedics." The lady said and hung up as another phone ringed from the other end.
To Sarah's relief the receptionist was right and soon the lights were close. Sarah said a quick prayer for Emily and hoped god heard it.
Author's note: Yeah, another chapter done. Another character shall appear with a twist off from this accident. Most likely the next chapter will be up soon seeing I've got school off and fresh ideas. Lucky you, lets hope Emily is, reviews appreciated.