Chapter Fifty-Two
Alexis sat on the hard unforgiving plastic chair, not giving into the unimaginable fatigue that threatened to overwhelm her. Jerry Jax hadn't stuck around, he knew as soon as he called the cops that he had to leave. He had a strange obsession for Alexis, but even that obsession couldn't cause him to risk being taken by the cops.
They didn't know he was Jerry Jax, to them he would still be Mr. Craig, and even while every thought and nerve twitched with his need to leave the city of Port Charles, he was unable to accommodate his basic desire for perseverance.
Something held him here, and he wasn't exactly sure what. But here he was, risking life and limb, could it possibly be over a woman, a woman who could possibly die from cancer, who had two small children. It just didn't make sense.
Alexis had wanted to take comfort in his strong presence, but before she had even made it down the stairs she had seen that he was nowhere around.
So she sat there alone, left to her thoughts, the morgue attendant had told her that the man who did the autopsy would be there shortly. She didn't know why she felt she needed to be there, but she knew two men would want to know the outcome, and now that there really was no risk to the child a paternity test seemed like the most logical thing to do.
She wanted this over and done with, perhaps that made her cold and calculating, but at the moment she didn't care. In light of what happened, the resounding fact that she killed her daughter and grandchild, left little else for her to think about. She didn't care one iota for Jason Morgan, but he had a right to know and so did Lucky Spencer.
She understood that a paternity test would take a week or more, but for some reason that didn't bother her, she was prepared to wait right there, if it was so needed. It was going to be her who took the news to the two men her daughter had been dallying with.
But as the coroner stepped into the hall, she lost all conscious thought. She may not have been close with Sam, but she was still of her blood and body, and her death was eating at her, she had needed help and as her mother it was her job to see that, but she had been all consumed with her own trials and tribulations. The tears that sprung into her eyes took her by shock and her head slowly settled into her trembling hands.
She didn't want to hear what he had to say, all she wanted to do was run, but the Cassadine steel filled her spine, she shook the tears from her eyes and leveled her glare on the man, waiting for him to say something anything…
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Elizabeth didn't even flinch when Jason's fist swung out of nowhere. His hand slipped from hers, but when he turned to her, hoping he wouldn't have to see anger or hate in her eyes. What he saw shook him to his very soul, it was the acceptance and almost perverse joy that glittered in her eyes. She had loved this man, but there was something he couldn't quite grasp that resonated in her eyes.
He had been expecting anger, hurt, perhaps even disgust, but the uninhibited adulation that shone from her eyes, unnerved him. He took a compulsory step back, knocked back by the devotion and love he saw in her eyes.
"Elizabeth…" Jason began, but her quick movement shushed him to silence.
Her finger came out of no where, settling comfortably on his lips, "Don't Jason, don't you dare apologize, he deserved that and so much more. He brought this on himself, whatever I felt for him, he has murdered along with his attempt on my life, he is a monster, he is nothing to me." Elizabeth said, completely devoid of any delusions of the thing that whimpered and moaned on the floor.
Before she even knew what she was doing she was walking towards his fallen form. She knelt in front of him, leveling him with her gaze, the fight seemed to have gone out of him, but the lunacy remained. As she knelt in front of the man who had once been a very large part of her world, something snapped inside of her, it was not insanity, but the untapped rage of a mother who had been pushed to far.
"You took my life in your hands, you played games with my mind and heart. You tried to take me out of my children's life, you might as well have been the one administering the blows to my body, whatever passes for your mind, get this straight." Liz paused drawing out the effect, his eyes hooded in pain and disgust followed her moving hand.
Before he could even contemplate stopping her movement, her hands was on the wrist that dangled limply from the cuff. He knew she was mentally strong, but the iron-like grip with which she squeezed the already abused orifice pulled another scream from him.
"No matter what happens or where you go, I will find you, you will die, but not before watching the three most important people in your life die, their life blood will coat your hands and soul for the rest of your life." Lucky said, completely devoid of all emotion, he spoke as if her were a robot discussing the shoddy weather.
"You are nothing but a bad memory, you have no power over me, and when you go to trial, like I know you will, I will be the one standing on the witness stand, telling the world and ever jury member what an animalistic monster you are, I will see you wrote in jail. If it was possible, I would appeal to the courts for the death penalty, because seeing you rotting in the ground is exactly what I want." Liz breath puffed hotly from her lungs, her mind whirled and almost like Jason previously, her hand on its own accord shot out, the flat-handed smack resonating in the small room.
Lucky's head snapped back, as if boneless, but with a swiftness that shocked her, his body rocketed up, his one remaining hand that was workable, shot out, tightening on her delicate throat.
Before Jason could even step between the two, the woman he loved took care of the situation, he had thought she would wilt when being possessed by Lucky's madness, but as those fingers tightened around her neck, a more foreboding coldness entered her eyes, her foot drew back and nailed him to the ground, hitting him where it would hurt the most, breaking his contact.
But that wasn't enough for her right now, she took every ounce of anger and hate and love and remembering what Jason had taught her long ago, her hand tightened into a fist, she used all of her weight, drawing as far back as she could and rocketed her fist into his face. She connected with his chin, she had thought she would do it again, but his limp form drained her and she stumbled backwards.
Jason was there, grabbing hold of her and encompassing her in his arms. Knowing he wanted to wipe the fear and sadness from her eyes, but he understood it was a natural reaction, much had happened, her overwrought nerves tingled with the high anxiety of the situation.
When she lifted her eyes to his, he was floored by the devotion he saw shining there, but what shocked him more so was the untainted and untamed desire that flared in her sparkling orbs.
This woman, this diminutive woman astounded him and left him in awe, he didn't deserve her, but he would spend the rest of his life, proving that it would always be her. Without a single thought, Jason scooped her into his arms and walked out of the small room, this was after all their wedding night.
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Mac had finished talking with Luke and Nikolas and was standing outside the door when Jason emerged with Elizabeth in his arms. His eyes shooting silent questions towards the younger man.
An instinct he chose not to ignore, he turned briefly from the couple and looked in the small window of the interrogation room. When he saw Lucky awkwardly half-laying half-sitting on the floor, his eyes swung back to their previous position.
"What happened?" Mac asked, a little disconcerted that he had not be paying attention to anything.
Liz looked at Mac with a patience that broke his heart, but her next words stopped the flow of his blood.
"He admitted he hired Mateo, he wanted me dead, me and my children and my husband. I can't tell you I am sorry I hit him, because I am not, he deserved what he got, if you want to know what was going on or what was said, look at the tape, I know you have to record all interrogations." Liz said, clearly not ashamed of her position in Jason's arms.
Mac had to laugh, this minute woman was brazenly witty and shockingly direct and intelligent. He couldn't help the smile that graced his face, she was everything he hoped his girls would become. "And please do tell, how do you know we record all interrogations?"
"Mac, have you not seen how many crime shows are on TV, anything you ever wanted to know can be found on TV. And while I am not naïve enough to believe everything said on the television is gospel truth, I know the gist is there." Liz said with a smile. But before Mac could respond, Liz turned her doe-like eyes on Jason, "Mr. Morgan, Husband, I think it is time to go, things to see, people to do." A sultry wink she bestowed, alerting him to her very obvious desires and intentions.
He couldn't hide the smile that bloomed on his face, her frisky nature all of a sudden, encompassing all thought, he looked towards Mac, shrugged his shoulder and said as an afterthought, "If you have any questions or you find anything else, please call us, we plan on seeing this through to the end." And with that simple statement, Jason carried his wife out of the P.C.P.D. Tonight was their night, no more bad thoughts or memories, he was going to give her something to remember that had nothing to do with death and sadness.
Mac turned and looked at the two men standing beside him, boy this night was just not willing to end. Nikolas looked worried but Luke looked ready to tear Elizabeth out of Jason's arms. It was Nikolas quickness of hand that stayed Luke to his position, but he didn't seem like he liked it one bit.
"You're just going to let them walk out of here, wake-up man, your job is to protect the innocent and that is exactly what my son is." Luke flared, his anger boiling to the forefront of his overabundant personality, trying to squash people with its demanding stature, but Mac was unmoved.
"We know nothing at this moment, I believe it is time to look at the tape and see what exactly went down, shall we?" Mac said, directing them to the door and the room behind the interrogation room.
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Lucky didn't bother to move, whatever had been going on was now swirling through his mind. He didn't understand how he had fallen so far. Whatever the reason, he was now beyond soar and bruised, even if her didn't want to admit, he had to give her credit, she packed one he!! of a right hook, her slap hadn't been half bad either.
His mind clouded, just the momentary thoughts of her bouncing inside his head caused a murderous rage to flare is nostrils, his hand grasped the table top, with a mountain of effort he slowly made his way to his seat, and once there sat sluggishly down.
His body was exhausted beyond that even, but his mind would not or possibly could not slow down. His anger swelled and ebbed like a stormy sea washing on a truculent shore. His good uninjured hand tightened and loosened the muscles flexing and relaxing, until without a moments notice his hand shot out and slammed down on the offending object. It reverberated through the room, sending agonizing shockwaves of pain through his broken wrist.
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