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Chapter #6

Place Unknown –

As soon as that realization entered her brain, all thoughts and energy directed to staying calm and collected flew right out the window that wasn't even there in the first place.

Emily would have all out panicked if she wasn't so much in shock and so dreadfully numb. If she had, she probably would have run up to the wall and searched for an operable door, continuing to hit it and scream in hopes that an innocent person would hear her cries and help her.

Still, she panicked a bit and gave a full scream of frustration and fear. She continued to do so until her voice got hoarse and she could scream no more, she slid down the wall breathing heavy and labored as she shook and sobbed out her pain in another form and way.

The man, who had spoken to her sleeping form earlier, frowned. He didn't like to see his captive cry. Fear was good. However, tears were not. He wanted her to be strong. Crying wasn't going to do that. Crying meant weakness.

"Tom. Tom has me. I have to contact Lucky, Jason, so they can protect Elizabeth, put her in hiding. After that, Mac will know. They all have to know…" Emily whispered to herself – her captor not hearing her words. She tried comforting herself with the knowledge that her friends were safe, but it had the opposite effect.

'Wait…what if it's better that I stay hostage…that way Tom won't focus on hurting Elizabeth…I can't let that happen to her…not again…Maybe I have to be the obedient hostage…' Her mind told her, but how she wanted it to say otherwise.

"No matter how scared I am, it's the only way…" Emily said quietly to herself.

Her viewer did not hear her words.

She was too panicked to even think that it could not be Tom, but signs did point straight to him. It had to be him, who else would stick her in a photographer's room?

Back in the monitor room, where, she was being watched, the man watched as Emily calmed down, fell out of hysterics and collapsed, exhausted physically and emotionally.

He got out of his chair and went into the room and lifted her into his arms without much effort and placed her back into bed. He didn't leave though. He let his gaze fall on his beautiful hostage, his prize.

It had been too long since he laid his eyes on her.

But now that has changed, she'd be with him forever, rarely leaving his side. He had a tutor all set up, so she'd not need to go to an academy or one of those public schools. She'd be in the same building as him and would never dare to rebel or talk back. She'd be perfect or else.

Hours passed and she still slept, and he had to admit, he was getting worried. He long expected her to awaken by now. Patience had never been his distinct virtue, so of course he was tempted to pace.

He wanted to be here when she awoke, a surprise you could say. He'd never been big with surprises, but maybe she was. He wanted to find out.

As he turned around, Emily shifted slightly, slowly waking up to her nightmare. Her eyes opened and looked around; hoping to find her bedroom, but only to find that previously hadn't been a dream, but reality, a grim reality. She was still being held captive, much to her disappointment and hope.

He heard the bed sheets shuffle and turned around to see her once again, gaining her surroundings for the second time. He decided to make his presence known in the darkness. "Don't get too attached, we'll be leaving this place soon enough." He informed her and stepped a few steps nearer to the bed, in which she laid in.

Emily's eyes widened in horror as she saw part of his face in the coming light. She probably would have screamed if she had the voice to anymore.

"Anyways, I'm here because I just wanted to inform you of my plans." He answered ignoring the fact that Emily fell silent.

"Which are?" Emily asked, impatiently. She was desperately trying to hold it together.

"As I just said, we're relocating."

"Leaving, we? Where to?" Emily squeaked out hoping her ears were hearing things.

"Another state." He answered very vaguely and Emily had the urge to scream out of frustration.

"So you said. Which state?" She asked.

"Somewhere westward I suppose. Not sure yet, maybe California. I'm sure you've been there before." Her captor said as he stood up and began to leave.

Screw being in trouble, she was far from trouble. She was in deep trouble, trouble that could get you killed. She let herself come back to reality slowly, before answering back.

"Wait!" Emily called out.

Her captor stopped. "What for?"

'Quick Emily - Stall!' Her mind screamed. "What's in the west for you?" 'Nice Emily, nice, lame and stupid…I hope this works…' Em thought.

He didn't think it was ignorant and stupid though. He also liked to be informed. "I have a residence there and I've recently got an invitation to a big Halloween party going on there on October 31st, in a very popular and busy building. It'd be nice to go." He explained, a little more in detail, but not as much as she wanted.

"You don't seem to be a very social guy." Emily had to say to him, despite what the result would be.

"I'm not in fact, but it's a masquerade, all faces hidden. No one will know who is who." He told her.

Emily should have known better. Her captor wasn't stupid, in fact probably one of the brightest minds of all humanity. That was usually good, but if she wasn't his captive, it'd be so, but there was no way she could escape now, without help anyway. Oh, the life she lived!

That was when her light bulb shown itself brightly. This arrangement, as he called it, would be permanent, but that didn't mean she couldn't try it. She had to get help or else for the rest of her life she would be tied to this menace.

"I take it I'll never return to Port Charles?" Emily supposed, looking for confirmation.

He nodded. "Never will you return to that town again." He confirmed her worst fear.

Emily took a deep breath and gained some courage. What she would ask might just get her killed, as the role of being a captive. "In that case, do you suppose, if I can, write a letter? I have a boyfriend at home, if I was to break things off, I wouldn't have extreme ties to the place anymore." She nearly stuttered in fear.

He looked suspicious, and thought on it. She had a point there. He could always overlook the letter; make sure she wasn't betraying anything she shouldn't have been. "You bring up a good point. I shall bring you a pen and a piece of paper, but no funny business, you got me?" He made perfectly sure he was clear before Emily was presented with her wish.

"I promise no funny business. You can even double check on that." Emily reassured him quickly. She would have this one chance, and she wouldn't abuse it. Her rescue counted on it.

He nodded his approval. He left the room and came back with a pen and paper. He laid them on the bed near her. "I'll be back in five minutes to check on how it's going." He told her firmly and Emily nodded her consent, taking her pen and paper.

He did as he promised. He came back swiftly, maybe earlier than five minutes, but she was still done. Thanks to a special tool, she was made for a rescue, if her rescuers could connect the clues which she had no doubt they wouldn't.

He read over it. "Very good," He complimented her. "It's straight and to the point and absolutely no funny business, just a simple break-up letter." He approved and she let out a breath of relief. "I'll be back with an envelope." He left again and presented her with an envelope. She wrote down the address and gave it back to him.

He put the letter in there, closed it tight and put it in his pocket for safe keeping. "I'll put it in a postal carrier on our way to the airport. Come, we must be going, now that that is done." He told her and she had no choice but to follow him, to an unknown place, an unknown future. She had placed it in her friends and families hands, now her future was up to them and them only.

Port Charles Courthouse-

Zander and Alexis left the court room with their hearts light, not heavy as they anticipated. Alexis had thrown lack of evidence in his not guilty statement quickly. It was the only thing she had come up with, and it had worked. Zander was now a free man, cleared of any charges.

He couldn't thank her enough, though he was still worried about Emily, but hey, he was free! "Thanks so much Alexis. You have no idea how much this means to me." He insisted, gratefully.

Alexis laughed. "It was nothing Zander, just doing my job. Now why don't you go, get out of here. I don't think you would like to stay in here one more minute." She advised him.

"Your right about that, but thanks again." He quickly added as he left and felt the sun shine on him since a long time. Those bar cells let little light in and he promised right then and there, he wouldn't take sunshine and its warmth for granted again.

He decided to go along the docks and the park, the only places he liked of this town. He had to see it at least one more time before he left, forever.

He started at the docks, which ended up being a bad one. He walked right straight into a distracted, angry male. Emily's poor excuse of a boyfriend the one who accused him of hurting their relationship. Which was a lie; Juan had caused that all on his own, before Zander even came to town.

Juan looked up from the piece of paper he was reading for the seventeenth time, to find, in his mind, his arch nemesis; A threat to his relationship and Emily's heart. "Smith, what the heck are you doing out of jail?" He demanded.

Zander shrugged indifferent. "Lack of evidence, not guilty, cleared of all charges." He summarized this morning's events.

This seemed to make Juan angrier. "Not guilty, I know full well that you're guilty. I was there." He replied, not hiding his anger.

Zander shrugged indifferently again, who cared what Juan thought? Certainly not him. "Doesn't matter, so if you'll excuse me…" He made a movement to walk around Juan, but Juan didn't want him to go.

"No you're not excused! This is your entire fault!" Juan crammed a piece of paper in his face.

Zander took it and read it for himself. "Dear Juan…single…free…we're over…Emily." He was shocked. This was a letter from Emily! But she had been kidnapped. This captor must have let her send a letter.

"Well?" Juan asked impatiently.

"Emily wrote you a letter, a break up letter more specifically, and you didn't give it to the Quartermaines'?" Zander asked, didn't Juan think this may be considered evidence?

"Why should I? It's my letter!" Juan swiped it from Zander's hands again. The only reason she dumped me is because of one thing: You

Zander grew angry. "It's your letter, but it's from Emily! You know the girlfriend, oh sorry, ex-girlfriend who was kidnapped last night?" He asked, wondering if Juan really was as stupid as he looked.

"The only reason she dumped me is because of you!" Juan accused him.

"Me?" Zander was shocked. "I didn't do anything. The reason why Emily dumped you was because of your unfaithfulness." Zander gave the real reason of Juan now being single and open to women again.

"I was not unfaithful to Emily!" Juan denied Zander's accusation.

Zander chuckled. "Juan, you remember the blonde right? The girl you were kissing while Emily was watching? But of course you wouldn't know, you were too busy to notice what she or anyone else was doing."

Now Juan was really enraged and attacked Zander, dropping the letter on the dock grounds.

As they fought, Elizabeth, Lucky, and Nikolas had showed up, after leaving Jason's penthouse. Nothing had been found. They were losing leads to where Emily was and who kidnapped her.

The group happened upon the fight just as Zander got one last punch in, breaking Juan's nose, and sending him to the ground knocking him unconscious.

Sure they didn't like the guy, but their money said Juan started a fight with Zander, who they supposed had got out of jail and cleared of all charges. Normally they would be annoyed, but there was bigger fish to fry.

Liz went to Zander. "Zander, what happened?" She asked him.

"Juan here made a scene and started a fight." Zander explained.

"Juan isn't one to… wait maybe he is, but why?" one of the guys said.

"Apparently Emily sent him a break up letter and blamed me for it." Zander explained and they gasped.

"Emily broke up with him? How…she's supposed to be kidnapped." Liz tried making sense of the situation.

"A letter Juan received. I think he dropped it on the ground." Zander explained, visibly in pain.

The guys searched the area and Lucky was the one to find it. It was pretty much in disarray, probably couldn't get any fingerprints on it unfortunately.

"Hey, Liz, why don't we go to Kelly's and read this? You can get Zander some ice while were there." Lucky suggested.

Liz helped Zander up, and said "Good idea." She followed and all went to Kelly's. Elizabeth got some ice for Zander and then they looked at the letter looking for clues, but couldn't find any.

That was until Lucky suddenly asked for one of Elizabeth's colored pencils and a piece of paper. And as Lucky inspected the letter, he took another piece of paper, putting it over the original note. Granted, Lucky didn't have a clue as to why he was doing this - call it Spencer intuition...but he took another one of Liz's colored pencils that lay nearby and gently/lightly began to color over the note only to discover a secret message from Emily

(Author's Note- Next Chapter: The Secret Message is revealed! What could it say? Find out next time! Please Review!)