The City Of…

LEGEND; 7 HOURS MISSING

The doorbell rang and Sandy answered the door. Braden stood behind; he had been asked to come around. Kirsten had called at 5:45am to say that Georgia was in trouble and she needed his help. However when the door opened Sandy dragged him in by the shirt and threw him down on the couch. "Sandy!" Kirsten screamed.

"Where's Georgia?" Sandy yelled at Braden.

"What?" The boy obviously had no clue. "She's not here?"

Seth came over and prodded Braden in the chest who reacted minimally. "When were you gonna tell us that Michael fucking Hawk is your fucking brother."

"Step-brother!" Braden corrected him.

"Seth, language." Kirsten said orderly.

"Mr Cohen I may be only investigating a crime scene but I can still arrest you for harassment or assault." Connley Ray said, coming out the kitchen with water in his hand walking beside Ryan.

"Where's Georgia?" Braden asked.

"She's been abducted!" Kirsten snapped. "By your step-brother!" Sandy put his hand on Kirsten's shoulder, cautioning her back.

"I swear I don't know where Georgia is. I haven't seen her since yesterday."

"What about Hawk?" Connley asked. "When did you last see him?"

Braden hung his head and sighed. "…Yesterday." He answered quietly.

"Does Georgia know he's your step-brother?" Connley asked.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Did Hawk find this out?" Braden nodded again, keeping his head down in his own disappointment.

"You do know that you can be arrested for protecting a fugitive." Connley said.

"He wasn't staying with us." Braden said back.

"Where was he staying?" Summer asked.

"I don't- I don't know really… he didn't really-"

"Where Braden!" Ryan snapped, his arms folded.

Braden sighed. "Some warehouse. It's in the middle of nowhere. Outside LA somewhere."

"Good lad." Connley said. Sandy picked Braden up by the arm. "Now show us where this warehouse is."

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LEGEND; 8.5 HOURS MISSING

Michael watched Georgia sit huddled in the corner of the dusty warehouse floor. His partner was outside, changing the registration plate on the stolen BMV. He smiled devilishly. "You seem nervous Georgia."

"Nervous?...No. I'm not nervous." She said strongly. "Why?" She searched his expression. "Should I be?"

Michael laughed. "You've been captured by a guy who managed to kill 33 people and injure many others in a split second. You really think I care what I do to you?"

"You don't scare me." Georgia said spitefully.

"You're not still believing daddy's gonna come and save you, do you?" Michael smirked sarcastically. "Pathetic."

"What's that?" Georgia looked closely at the bottle Michael juggled in his hands. "Chloroform?"

"Should keep your annoying trap shut for a while. Well I say a while; I don't really know the damage this causes. Never knew; we could be lucky and it kills ya." Michael said edging closer to her.

Georgia looked at the door out the corner of her eyes and she ran just before Michael had a hold of her. She ducked under his arms and ran to the door. She tried to open the door but it was locked; as she guessed it would be. Then he came up behind her and tried to punch her but she ducked and he punched the door. "Ahh! Fucking bitch!" He grabbed her wrist as she tried to run past him. He swung her back and held her arms down at her side from behind as he tried to make her drink the open bottle of chloroform. She refused; keeping her mouth tightly shut and shaking her head. She kicked her leg up and hit him between the legs. "Fuck!" He screamed and let her go but also the bottle of chloroform which smashed on the floor.

Just when Georgia thought she was in the clear when Michael grabbed her by the neck and kicked her to the floor.

"No, no, no!" Georgia screamed struggling against him. Michael grabbed her face and held her to the ground where he smashed the bottle. Georgia tried to turn away but she couldn't; his grip was too strong.

She tried not to breathe in but he kept her down and the fumes were rising up. Eventually her fight weakened and she went limp; falling into a deep, deep sleep.

"Michael, we have to go, right now!" His partner said at the sign of police cars and vans approaching in the distance.

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LEGEND; 8:35 HOURS MISSING

"Michael Hawk! Come out with your hands up! You are surrounded!" Anne called out through a megaphone. After a moment with no one in sight Anne repeated herself but again no one showed themselves.

Dave started to edge into the old warehouse. "You carrying?" He asked Anne.

"No."

"Then get behind me." He said.

He cleared the warehouse. They had already fled. Dave sighed. "I'm tired of this game." He groaned putting his gun back on his belt.

"There's something here!" Connley called out from a room and Anne and Dave ran over.

"What's that?" Anne asked Connley who picked up a small pink object.

"A guitar plectrum." Connley answered.

"Look someone wrote on the wall."

In jagged and shaky handwriting M Hawk S Desdemona had been written by Georgia with her plec which she always carried with her. "Whose names are they?" Anne asked.

"Michael Hawk and S Desdemona must be his partner." Dave said.

Connley smiled to himself, fiddling with the plec in his fingers. "Thanks again Georgia." He whispered.

"What does Desdemona mean anyway?" Dave asked smirking.

Connley bent down and took a photo of the writing on the wall. "Of the devil." He answered.

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LEGEND: 9 HOURS MISSING

"Did you bring your gun?" Steve asked Michael as they sped away in the car.

"Yes."

"Oh my god I forgot the cuffs."

"Forget the cuffs. We don't need 'em. She's out." Michael said calmly and nudging his head to Georgia in the back who was in a deep imposed sleep.

"But our prints will be-"

"Steve! Calm down, alright. We're fine. We got the girl and she aint goin' anywhere. See this is why you couldn't do this alone." Michael told his partner.

All of a sudden, as they stopped at a crossroads the car started to shake. They looked at each other. "What the hell is that?" They were looking around the front of the car and around the outside. Steve glanced into the back. His eyes went wide. "Uh Mike…"

Michael looked into the back of the car they stole and saw Georgia rapidly shaking. "Oh Jesus! What's she doing?"

"I think she's having a fit…my sister is epileptic."

"Well go. Get in the back with her." Michael said pushing Steve.

"What? No! I don't want to-"

"Steve, now!" Michael yelled shoving him out.

Steve hung over Georgia wobbly as Michael drove off at a speed. "What do I do?"

"I don't know. Your sister is the epileptic one, ass!"

"Michael, her mouth is foaming. Jesus what do we do?"

"Make her stop! People are staring. Shoot her if ya have to!"

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"I really thought that was it. I really thought that this nightmare would all be over." Kirsten said numbly as she lay curled up into her husband's chest on the couch.

Sandy stroked Kirsten's hair. "Georgia will be fine hunny." Sandy reassured her. "She is fine. She's a Nichol and a Cohen. That's twice the immortality of a normal kid."

"She's going to be fine hunny." Sandy reassured Kirsten. "She's fine. She's a Nichol and a Cohen. That's twice the immortality of a normal baby."

Kirsten's mind flashed.

"Why isn't she crying?" Kirsten asked looking up. "What's wrong? Why isn't she crying?"

Her mind flashed again.

"What's wrong with my baby? Why isn't she breathing? Someone tell me!" Kirsten begged.

Kirsten recognised her surroundings; Doctors, nurses, the sickening silence of a delivery room. She heard a voice beside her repeat again. "She's going to be fine hunny. She's fine. She's a Nichol and a Cohen. That's twice the immortality of a normal baby." His voice crackled and jolted. There was another flash.

Their doctors came in. Kirsten could see herself walk in front of Sandy desperate to hear good news that their baby girl was going to be ok. The doctor whispered. "I'm sorry."

As she watched her young self breakdown in front of her she could feel all that pain she felt again. "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

"No, no, no…" Kirsten mumbled.

Sandy gently shook his wife. "Kirsten. Kirsten, wake up."

Kirsten gasped. "You ok?" He asked her.

"No." She said. "Georgia's not fine Sandy. There's something wrong. I know there is."

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LEGEND: 10 HOURS MISSING

Georgia stirred as she started to wake up. She rubbed her forehead; her head felt like it was splitting. She moaned and sat up, realising she was in the back of a stationary car. She looked in the front and saw only one man in the passenger seat. She realised she was at a petrol station. Steve hadn't noticed Georgia awaken. She looked out the window for Michael. He was talking to some guy behind the store. She looked around her. The door handle was in her easy reach. There was a main road behind her. If she moved quickly she could run to the road and get some attention. She assumed people were looking for her.

She looked between Michael and Steve one more time then slid her hand onto the handle and gently tried to open it. "Stop now before Michael sees you." Georgia took her hand off the handle as Steve told her. The man never looked forward but Georgia watched him. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked. Steven fidgeted with his hands but never turned around or answered her. "That's what you thinking, isn't it?" She paused.

"Should I kill you?" He asked tilting his head back crookedly.

Georgia lowered her voice. "Are my parents ok?"

"What?" He snapped.

"My parents and my brothers? You haven't hurt them have you?" She asked.

Steve frowned. "No. They're fine."

"Well if it's a choice between me or them, then yes, you should kill me."

Steve turned around and glared at Georgia straight in the eye. Georgia gulped, fearing what he would do. However he did nothing, he just turned back around and faced forward.

"Do you need medication?"

"What?" Georgia asked.

"Prescription. For your epilepsy." Steve said.

"How do you know I have-"

"You had a fit." Steve interrupted her. Georgia could see his hands shaking. She watched him closely. She looked around for places she could leave a mark but she wouldn't be able to open a window without Steve noticing. Just then Michael came back into the car. He sniggered at her, grinning devilishly. He then sped off. She knew they were in LA but she didn't know where they were in LA or where they were headed. If she was lucky the police or her family had tracked her down and were waiting to close in but if she wasn't lucky...she'd never see them again. ---------------------- Thanks for all your reviews! im glad you are liking this. well done Panz for finishing ur fic b4 midnight! PLease continue to R&R xoxo