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This chapter will be a short one...

The Flame of Franco

Meeting Face to Face...

The office was quiet as the tape ended and all three men looked at the blank screen of the computer. After Spinelli had called up Lucky, informing him of the DVD that had arrived in the mail with the disturbing scene of Sam; he had decided that it was now a matter of time to get the police involve. Dante/Dominic, who was already helping out, now stood beside him with Mac in his office.

Neither knew what to say, after what they had just watched. Lucky couldn't wrap his mind around what had just happened, he couldn't believe he had just watch the footage o f his ex-girlfriend, who he still deeply cared about as a friend getting raped by this freak show, Franco. His blood was boiling with rage as he stood there. He had a deep urge to kill Franco.

"Lucky?" asked Mac as he placed a comforting hand on the officer's shoulder.

"Uh?" replied Lucky, turning his head to look at the Police Chief. He had been deep in his thoughts and did not hear the man address him.

"Are you okay?" asked the Chief with concern. "You don't look well..."

"I'm fine," lied Lucky as he tried to swallow over the lump that had formed in his throat. He was biting down on his lower lip, trying not to barf as a wave of nausea suddenly came over him. He wouldn't be sick. He couldn't be sick.

"Are you sure your okay man?" asked Dominic/Dante as he met Lucky's eye. "You are looking a little green."

Lucky just shook his head from side to side, trying to erase the images that were fogging his memory. Watching that video had not been a good idea. "Let's just get to work," he whispered, ignoring both of their concern gazes on him. They needed to find Sam more than ever now.

Jason was going to kill that sick bastard...no he was going to torture him, just like he had torture Sam. He was going to make him suffer, making him beg for him to kill him. These thoughts drifted through Jason's mind as he drove in his SUV towards Franco's studio, where he knew Franco would be waiting. It was snowing heavily and the streets were covered in ice as he drove down the streets of Port Charles but that did not stop him. He raced down street after street; turning sharp corners. The wheels of his SUV skidding along the icy roads.

Coming to his destination, Jason made sure that his gun was in the waistband of his jeans before stepping out of the vehicle. Pulling the gun out, he began to walk down the darken alleyway that lead to Franco's studio. His eyes were as dark as coal as they look up at the sky as snow fell softly for a moment before knocking on the door. He knew that Franco would be there waiting for him and politeness was not the first thing on his mind. However, he knew that he had to play along with whatever game Franco had up his sleeve until he revealed where he was keeping both Sam and Josslyne.

It took only a moment before the steel door of the studio was open and Franco appeared out at him. "Hello, Jason. I have been waiting for you," spoke the artist, a smile appearing on his face.

So I told you it would be short but don't worry more will be out soon! Thanks for reading. Please review!