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The Flame of Franco

A Nightmare...

"Stay here," spoke Lucky towards Jason has he pushed him into the holding room, before closing the door behind him. Jason frowned as he looked on at the surface of the door, before beginning to pace back and forth. He was still handcuffed. He needed to get out, he needed to go and find Sam. The plan was that Lucky would un-cuff him and let him slip out the back.

It wasn't a good five minutes later before Lucky appeared back into the room. Jason turned towards the officer as he closed the door behind him. "Sorry about that," mumbled Lucky looking over at Jason as he pulled out a pair of keys from his jean pocket. "The easiest way of getting out of here is by going out through the back and into the alley way. No one will see you."

"Good," replied Jason taking a step towards where Lucky stood, holding out his wrists. Both men stood in silence, the only sound coming from the rattling of the mental cuffs as they were removed from Jason's wrists."Thank you Lucky," whispered Jason, his blue eyes looking towards the officer's face. He was grateful for all Lucky had done for him. Jason gently rubbed his aching wrists.

"Anything to help find Sam," replied Lucky, a slight smile appearing on his face as he pocketed the hand cuffs. Sam was someone who he still carried about and would do anything really to get her home safe, even if that meant working with Jason and risking his job. He could handle Mac. The two men held each other gazes for a second longer. Jason was to phone Lucky when he arrived at Franco's studio, where Jason thought Sam was being held or hopping where Franco would be making an appearance at. He was suppose to call him for backup; which Jason did not see him self doing. He worked alone, especially when it came to dealing with psychos.

Just then there was a knock on the door, both Jason and Lucky froze, their eyes shifting towards the door. Panicking that it was Mac, Lucky quickly snapped the handcuffs back onto Jason's wrists.

"Stone Cold, it is I the Jackal," spoke Spinelli has he pushed opened the door just a crack, sticking his head inside. He had somehow by some miracle had been able to slip past the crowd of reporters stationed outside and within the station. Also had managed to get by the watchful eye of Mac.

"Spinelli, what are you doing here?" asked Lucky with confusion looking between the young computer genius face to Jason and back.

"I am here on the most dire news," replied Spinelli has he stepped into the holding room, closing the door quickly behind him.

"What is it Spinelli?" asked Jason his voice calm but firm. He knew that Spinelli would have not come here, unless he had found something on Franco.

"Well…" hesitated Spinelli as he looked on at the police officer. He didn't know if Lucky was in on the kidnapping of Sam. He didn't want to give anything away. His brown eyes looked on at Jason, who nodded his head. Letting Spinelli know that Lucky was here helping with Sam's disappearance. "Okay well, the Jackal was at home finding footage on what Stone Cold requested of him. When on the news, your arrest was broadcasted. I was in deadly fear that something had gone wrong…..but now I know that the Cleft Chin Keeper of the Peace is also happening with the disappearance of Fair Samantha, I know that this is all a brilliant plan to leer the Deranged Artist out of his hiding."

Lucky frowned at hearing the name that Spinelli had given him, "Cleft Chin Keeper of the Peace?"

"Spinelli get to the point," cut in Jason, growing a little impatient at Spinelli's rambling.

"Oh yes, of course Stone Cold. The Jackal after hearing that Stone Cold had been arrested for the murder of Vixenella. There came a knock on the door of the humble dwelling. I answered it to find, the hallways empty except for a package. At seeing what it contained, The Jackal knew that Stone Cold would want to see it," Spinelli then handed over the envelope to Jason in which he had just mentioned.

Reaching out, Jason took the envelope from Spinelli. Frowning, he opened it slowly and reached inside. He figured it was a message from Franco. Another photograph or something along those lines. However, he was not expecting the item that he pulled out.

Rage bubbled up within him as he looked down at the tiny piece of material that lay in his hands. He had not seen it before but he knew where it had come from. Slamming his fist angrily down onto the table, he swore under his breath. Franco had Sam. He knew that Franco had been responsible for Sam's disappearance from the beginning but now his worst fears had become reality. Franco had Sam. These words played over and over again in his thoughts. His rage soon melting into cold fear. He didn't know what Franco would do to Sam. He didn't have the advantage like he wish he did. Dropping the top onto the table, Jason buried his face into his hands for a second before looking up and running them through his short spiked hair. A deep sigh escaping from his lips.

Picking up the bikini top, Lucky looked down at it closely. He knew it belonged to Sam. He had seen it once on her before a year ago when they had still been lovers. He wasn't sure what Franco meant by sending it to Jason but he knew it wasn't something good. Franco had Sam. He didn't like this at all. Franco was a psycho, there was no doubt about that. However, what was his motives with sending the top of Sam to them, other than to get underneath Jason's nails.

"I have to find her," spoke Jason, raising his head and looking with determination from Lucky to Spinelli. And with that, he was off; bolting out the door that leaded to the alleyway of the Police Station.

Franco swore angrily under his breath as he listened to the broadcaster voice explain that Jason Morgan had been arrested for the murder of Claudia Zacchara; reaching over he then turned off the radio. He had just left Jason's building, leaving him a little present; he was now driving back to the warehouse where he had left Sam. However, plans had changed. Turning the steering wheel sharply to the left, Franco turned the car around and began to drive in the direction he had just come from.

Sam's eyes slowly opened, a deep fogginess hanging over her head. She didn't know where she was or how she had gotten there. She was lying on her back, starring up at the ceiling of the warehouse. Slowly as her head began to clear, she sat up. Taking in her surroundings."What the hell…." Her voice trailed off as her worst nightmare came true.

It then all came flowing back to her, Franco in her apartment, his hands holding her down, his eyes roaming her body, his twisted smile. She stayed paralyzed on the bed, as she took in the structure that she was trapped in. Letting out a shiver, her eyes fell onto her body. It was then she realized that her top was missing. What had Franco done to her? She wondered with fear as her brown eyes shifting around the plexiglass structure. Fear pulsing through her body.

Wrapping the sheet around her body, to cover herself up; Sam rose to her feet. She needed to find a way out of this insane trap that Franco had put her in. Looking down, she stopped mid-step as her eyes fell onto the chalk outline. "He's sick," whispered Sam under her breath as she wrapped the sheet tighter around her body, making a toga.

Stepping over the chalk outline on the floor, Sam began to pace around the cube, taking in all of her surroundings; from the clear plastic end table and lamp to the bed she just on. Her eyes searched around for a way out, it was then she noticed the door. Walking up to it, she studied it before throwing her shoulder hard against it. Letting out a sigh, she took a step back before trying again, this time putting all her weight into it. However it did not budge. It was bolted shut. Wincing a little at the pain in her shoulder, Sam took a seat back on the bed. Rubbing her face. She needed to find a way out of this box before Franco showed his face again.

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