Do not own General Hospital or any of the characters.

Okay I have been writing this story for a few months now, from January. I was a little disappointed with how the Franco Kidnapping played out on the show. And this is my version of what happened. Enjoy.

The Flame of Franco

Playing Nice...

"Now why do you look so terrified Ms. McCall," spoke Franco as he continued to walk towards the hot tub. "Or should I call you Sam? What would you prefer?" His brown eyes sparkled down at her.

"I would prefer if you would go to hell," whispered Sam harshly, her face hard with determination. She didn't know why Franco was here, or how he had gotten into her apartment, the door had been locked. Her face might have read, confident but her heart was beating with cold fear at what this psychopath was going to do to her. Watching as he came around the side of the hot tub towards her, she tried to move swiftly away. However Franco had reflects like a cat.

Franco had grabbed her by the wrist, twisting it painfully behind her back as he forced her out of the water, onto the snow cover patio. "Now play nice, Sam," he spoke into her ear, a smile appearing on his face once again. "Jason wouldn't want you being rude, now would he?"

"Jason wouldn't want you touching me," spat Sam in response, crooking her neck upwards so she could look into the sick thinking face of Franco. Her brown eyes blazing with rage towards him.

Franco licked his bottom lip before his face broke out into wide set grin; laughing in Sam's face. "Jason, Jason , Jason," he murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes. "It's always about him isn't?" A hard edge appearing in his voice as he continued to look down at Sam.

"Well aren't you the one who is obsessed with him?" asked Sam, a bit confused. Wasn't he here because of Jason? Franco continued to look at Sam for a second before throwing his head back and letting out a belly aching chuckle.

"Obsessed! No, no. I prefer to think of it more like a deep connection me and Jason share. He just doesn't want to see it but we are alike him and me," stated Franco as he still held Sam against the hot tub.

"You and Jason are not alike!" spat Sam, a taste of dislike in her voice. Her brown eyes blazing up at Franco as she continued to look at him over her shoulder. Noticing the playfulness faded from the artist eyes, replaced with raging coldness, Sam turned her face and looked down into the crystal clear water of the hot tub. Her breathing was laboured now it seemed as her heart beat pounded against her chest. She knew what would happen now, she just hope that it would go by quickly; as she felt Franco tighten his grip on her, pushing her harder against the hot tub. The fronts of her knees scrapping against the plastic.

Sam tried to fight him off, but she was no match for him. He was taller than her by a good foot and more strength. He just seemed to laugh at her as she attempted to turn around and scratch his face. Untwisting her wrist from her back, he placed it on the edge of the hot tub, along with her other hands; he held both of them down with his hands on top of them. Sam was now pinned. Goosebumps ran down every inch of her body from the coldness of the air as she continued to stand there dressed in barely nothing. Her eyes still remained closed as she could feel the warmth of Franco's breathe on her bareback. She bit down on lower lip; preventing from screaming out. No one could hear her if she did anyways.

Then all the sudden, Franco released his grip on her left hand and spun Sam around, so that they were now face to face. They held each other gaze for a long moment it seemed before Franco trailed his eyes slowly down Sam's body. A shiver running down Sam's spin.

Sam wanted to scream out as she felt the hotness of his eyes taking in the sight of her cleavage. "Your sick," she spat in his face as a sly smile appeared on his face. Franco was a sicko there was nothing else about it, she thought to herself.

"Oh Sam, if only you knew," whispered Franco, leaning in towards Sam, their faces only inches apart. Sam cringed at this as Franco blew a kiss on her cheek. A small smile appearing on his face, his eyes sparkly with something that Sam could not read. Running his eyes over her body one last time, he let out a small sigh as if he was disappointed with what he saw or something. He then loosened his grip on her wrists.

Sam took this as her moment to escape. Twisting her left hand out of Franco's hold she raised it above her head and punched Franco in the face. The snow was falling heavy now as Franco who was taken off guard by the punch touched his face and took a step backwards from the impact. His eyes seemed to darken a little with rage towards Sam.

Sam looked on at Franco for a brief second, before jumping over the edge of the Jacuzzi and plunging into the hot water. Ignoring the protest of her body as the coldness of her skin burned against the hot temperature of the water, Sam moved across the Jacuzzi trying to get a head start. However, Franco swiftly moved around the hot tub and managed to grab Sam just as she was about to step out.

Sam screamed bloody murder this time around as she felt Franco's hands wrapped around her waist pulling her out of the water. She flared her arms and legs like a crazy woman, trying to fight Franco off as he threw her over his shoulder.

After a moment or two, she had stopped kicking all together. Franco had held Sam with one arm, while with his free hand reached into the back of his pocket and tasered her. A low animal like moan escaped from Sam's lips as the bolts of electricity ran through her body; causing her to go limp. "Finally," whispered Franco as he slid the taser gun back into his pocket of his coat and carried Sam back into her apartment.

The candle light still flickered against the walls of the apartment as Franco made his way into the living room and placed the unconscious Sam onto her stomach down onto the couch. His eyes stared down at her back side for a second; thinking about all the things he could do to her right then and there without her putting up a fight. But that fantasy quickly faded from his thoughts. He had very little time left before Jason would arrive.

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a silver pair of handcuffs. Bending down he handcuffed Sam's hands behind her back. He also tied her ankles together with a piece of rope that he had also brought along. He looked down at her for a second, satisfied with his work when there was a knock at the door. Glancing over at the front door, Franco reached quickly towards the blanket that was lying on the back of the couch and threw it over Sam, hiding her. Quickly moving, he ran back to the patio, picking up the black terry-cloth robe, he threw it over his shoulders before going back into the living room.

A sly smile appeared on his face and he opened the door of the apartment. A man dressed in a delivery uniform stood on the other side. He looked at Franco for a brief second, "Is there a Ms. McCall home?" he asked.

Franco's smile widened as his eyes drifted from the label of his jacket that read Mario's Flowers to the flower arrangement in held in his arms. Chuckling a little, Franco looked over his shoulder before turning his attention back onto the delivery man. "I'm afraid that Ms. McCall is a little tied up at the moment." He spoke, pausing for a brief second. "But I can take those for her."

The delivery man looked at Franco for a second; deciding whether or not he could trust him. He knew it was only flowers but he wasn't really allowed to give the flowers to anyone else besides the person they are for, it was one of the policies at Mario's Flowers. However, it was New Years Eve and his last delivery. He just wanted to be done by now. Studying Franco's, who was still smiling at the delivery man; finally let out a sigh and handed over the flowers to him.

Nodding his head, Franco shut the door, saying goodbye to the delivery man. Franco looked down at the flowers for a second before bringing the arrangement up to his face and smelling the sweet perfume of them. "Well thank you Jason," he murmured to himself before placing them on the table beside the door. Shedding off the bathrobe, he placed it neatly over the edge of Jacuzzi where Jason would easily be able to find it.

"It's now time to have a little fun Sam," spoke Franco as he lifted the conscious Sam over his shoulders and left the apartment.

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