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Chapter Fifty-One
"You will hear my story as soon as my lawyer arrives, until then, I have nothing to say." Elizabeth replied, turning fully into Jason's embrace.
"I don't think you understand, you are not being considered a suspect. While we don't know everything that has transpired here this evening, it seems obvious this was self-defense." Deacon said.
"There is no way you could know that, you have been on the scene less that twenty minutes and as far as I can tell you have yet to even look at the body. I could have killed him in cold blood, but then again, did you even know who here shot him or did you assume that one of these manly men did the job. You want the story, you want to know why I expended a entire magazine in his body, why after he was laying on the ground dying, I punched him with every bit of strength that was left in my body. Is this the information that you wanted to know. That animal who used to be my boyfriend, that thing lying on the ground over there, who raped and beat me, who tortured me, that is the man you will be trying to prove innocent. Because God knows, how could one man be a challenge to two men and a woman, but of course I am just a lowly woman, what could I possibly do, it must be obvious that I am covering for someone." Elizabeth replied, her voice rising several octaves as she continued. She had seen the despicable look that was in his eyes, almost as if he was drinking her in, his eyes devouring her. She refused to be another person's sick obsession or punching bag, she was done with that. Forever!
"Just hang on…" Deacon said, trying to regain some ground. Not liking the way the woman was speaking to him. He had dealt with uppity women before, but this was something new altogether. She didn't just think she was better than him, she seemed to know it, and that was absurd.
"No, you wanted this story, so fine, you can have it, but you can be quiet until I am done. Understand me? The boy I remember, the one I had loved, he died in a fire, or so we believed, but this person came back, he wore his face but nothing about him remained. He tried to kill me, leaving me for dead, then when that wasn't enough, he murdered his cousin, tried to once again kill me tonight, or maybe he wouldn't have, maybe he would have kept me around long enough to take my child, not only that, he tied my fiancé to a bed, his madness benefited us for once, because he didn't try to kill him right away, but I am sure he would have, had he the chance. What next, do you need to see the scars that he left upon my body, marring my flesh, do you want to probe my deepest psyche so you can pick at the barely healed wounds that he inflicted upon my body, but also upon my soul, my mind and my heart." Elizabeth continued, tears spring to her eyes.
"Elizabeth, don't say another word, you have no reason to talk to this man, you are the victim. Mac Scorpio is talking to Mr. Deacon's boss, right this minute. You, Sonny and Jason are free to leave!" Alexis said, her demeanor professional, but her smile was purely victorious.
She knew men like this, she had dated a few in her time. Being able to take them down a notch was just what she enjoyed best.
"Alexis, it's nice to see you again, thank you for coming so quickly, I didn't think you would make it for another few hours." Sonny said, a brief smile slipping across his lips.
"Whether you are their lawyer or not, these three are not leaving until I have taken a full statement." Deacon said, speaking up for the first time since Elizabeth's little speech.
"You will be doing no such thing, they are leaving now, any questions you have will be asked by your boss and the commissioner of Port Charles Police Department. If you don't believe me, put a call in, you'll see. Goodbye!" Alexis said, turning on her heel, not bothering to look back and see if the others were following, they would or they wouldn't.
Unable to control the storm raging within himself, his hand raised, not enough to worry anyone, but as it connected with Elizabeth's already abused cheek, she stumbled, pulling from him a deranged laugh.
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Officer Daniels had been making his way over to his superior when he saw the older mans hand connect solidly with the young woman's. He had been working with McGregor for a few years now, and the guy rubbed him the wrong way. He always made advances towards the female victims, should they be alive, and if they weren't, his attention was unusually disturbing. And while he had spoken to the Chief about McGregor's unusual habits, the Chief had claimed that McGregor's eccentricities were just a way the man worked, but for Daniels peace of mind, he would take note of his worries.
As he saw the woman crumple into the arms of her boyfriend, Daniels hand went for his sidearm, without thinking about it, he drew it from its holster.
Nathan Daniels watched as the older gentlemen stepped forward ready to do battle, but McGregor was slightly faster capturing the older man's hand as he brought it around.
Daniels wasn't sure what the right thing to do was, but instead of hesitating, he called a warning to his fellow peace officer, when the warning fell on deaf ears, Nathan steadied his hand and released a single shot, striking Deacon in his right shoulder. The older officer stumbled to the ground, releasing the other man's hand.
Not wasting time, he called to his other brother's in arms, demanding they restrain McGregor. Confused chatter was briefly heard until they saw the young woman unconscious in the young mans arms.
With haste they grabbed McGregor's arms, pulling them roughly behind him and securing them with a set of handcuffs. Question's, they had plenty of, but those questions would wait.
Nathan wondered briefly if this was the end of his career, but the thought didn't last long, if he lost his job because he took down a dirty, sadistic cop, who used his position of power to berate, belittle and torture the innocent and possibly the guilty as well, then it was a good time to lose his job.
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Jason wanted nothing more than to get his hands on the cop, but with Elizabeth in his arms, there was nothing he could do. There wasn't a chance that he would set her down to exact his revenge, but by the time he even thought of it and decided against it, one of the other officers handled it. And while every fiber of his being screamed at him to exact his kind of revenge, he couldn't follow those instincts, not with Elizabeth once again unconscious.
Sonny gently touched Jason's arm, not wanting to startle him, only to offer a little comfort. But Jason was beyond simple touches, his mind, heart and soul lay on the well fair of Elizabeth.
Alexis scurried back towards the mass of people, having seen everything from where she stood, not wanting to, but unable to deny herself, she had turned back, worried for Sonny. She had seen everything, now she smiled as she thought about the way she was going to take this man down. If she had her way, he would never wear a badge again, not only that, he would spend the rest of his natural life in jail.
It was time for Sonny, Jason and Liz to get back to Port Charles, she had much to deal with here. People to talk to, past cases to investigate, if he was willing to harm someone in front of others, then he must have done it before.
"Jason, Sonny, I think it is time you guys headed home. I have much to do here, so I will follow when I can. Don't worry about any of this, I will ask Chief Goldstein to take a trip to Port Charles to question you, you have all been through much, I am sure it is the least he can do, especially after one of his officers assaulted Elizabeth." Alexis said, hoping no one would argue, but somehow feeling as if that was a pipedream, Sonny was guaranteed to protest.
Jason, with Elizabeth cradled in his arms, walked towards the front of the house, ready to be done with this place, coming here had been a big mistake, perhaps a worse one than trying to capture Lucky. But how could they have known there would be a psychotic cop just waiting to do Elizabeth harm.
"Sonny, you go too, there is nothing here for you to do. I have much to do and will work better alone, always have, always will." Alexis said.
"Good, then you will work even better with me. You will need help and my name may mean little here, but I am sure the length of my arm and the message behind my name, will be enough to open many locked doors, even here." Sonny replied, sitting stiffly on the back step.
"You are incorrigible, you do know that right?" Alexis said, blowing a puff of air into the raising wind.
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Daniels helped the other officers with the burden that was McGregor, but before they placed him in the vehicle, they emptied his pockets, not wanting to risk his possession of a key to the cuffs.
Daniels stomach lurched when he pulled a pair of dainty woman's underwear from his pants pocket. He didn't have to wonder who they belonged to, that was more than clear, but it hurt his heart all the same.
This man, who had been a police officer for over twenty years was destroying the name of good cops everywhere. Nathan wasn't sure, couldn't be, at least not yet, but he was sure McGregor had been doing this type of thing for years, perhaps his whole career, it was that thought that sickened him the most.
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Jason placed Elizabeth in her car, laying her gently on the backseat. Tonight they were going to get a hotel room, but first he had to make one call.
"Sonny, get David Thompson to the hotel I was staying at, Elizabeth and I will be there tonight. But I refuse to risk her health or that of our child, tell him I will pay him triple what you pay him, so long as he is here within the hour." Jason said, flipping his cell closed.
Ten minutes later Jason was pulling into the hotel parking lot, desperate to hold her, to assure himself that she was okay, that she would be okay.
He carefully picked her up, carrying her to the room, with a dexterity that might have surprised many, he opened his door, kicking it shut as he passed the threshold.
With infinite care, he laid Elizabeth on the bed, his fingers tracing the rising bruise, her face looked like she had gone ten rounds with a prize fighter. But Jason knew, she wouldn't be suffering like this, if it wasn't for him. If he was stronger he would demand she find safety with someone else, but he was weak when it came to her, his heart and soul needed her, perhaps more than air. Not wanting to, but knowing he needed to at least try to clean her up, he went to adjoining bathroom, dampened a washcloth and began the arduous job of cleaning away the clotted blood. His eyes brimmed with tears as he revealed more darkened skin, but beneath Lucky's blood, Jason noticed that he was also washing away Elizabeth's, Lucky or Deacon had split her cheek. His heart broke anew, but he vowed that his life would never taint or touch her again, it was a promise he planned to keep or die trying.
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