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This chapter IS in fact chapter 27. And I hope to have 28 QUICKER than this one… sorry about the wait too… my bad.
Chapter 27
By: Deedubya
Rough was not the word for how he took Coni. Rough didn’t even begin to describe it. In fact, there are very few descriptive words that truly encompass what he did to his prisoner, and there are even fewer for how he reacted.
Cole had expected more. He had expected a great deal more screaming, but Coni only gave him the satisfaction of one yelp at the very beginning. After that he made very little noise in an attempt to appease him. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
As Cole rolled off of him after his release he was quick to pull Coni back over to him and force him to do his own twisted brand of ‘cuddling’.
Coni barely whimpered in his sleep, but didn’t otherwise stir. Cole snickered as he pulled his cell phone out from the nightstand next to his bed and made a very important call.
“Yeah, it Cole. Listen, I need you to d me a favor…. Yeah. I need you to make me voice clips of some people-- about eight of them -- all saying ‘I hate you’ and one of one person saying ‘you killed me’…. you have them on file, I sent them to you as I got surveillance on them…” He snickered. “Yeah, the ‘I hate you’ people need to come from the file marked Alan Quartermaine Jr., Nomad Alcazar, Eduardo Jade, Caroline Spencer, Lucas Lorenzo Spencer Jr. , Natasha Cassadine, Antoinette Chandler, Gia Campbell, Luis Alcazar and Brenda Kincaid… Yes, and the last one, Courtney Matthews Quartermain,” he sneered. “It needs to say ‘You killed me’, and I need it on a loop for as long as possible.”
He paused, listening to the other mans suggestion, a cruel smile curving his lips. “An even better idea. Please, by all mean, make a recording of a car crash. You know, for affect.” He let out a low chuckle. “It will make it all the more authentic… and his devastation all the more shattering.”
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“I never realized how much I missed watching you sleep.” Whispered Rhiannon as he watched her intently from the foot of her hospital bed. He felt this irresistible compulsion to caress her temple with his knuckles as he had done hundreds of thousands of times in the past. His slanted eyes couldn’t help but take her all in. It’s been so long. But if I said too long I’d be lying. Because I swore to myself when I ‘died’ that I never wanted to be in this position again. I never wanted to hold the life of someone so young and innocent in my hand-- and yet here we are. Me- a God forsaken doctor. A doctor, he snorted. What the hell was I thinking when I became a doctor?? I must have been out of my freaking skull to think I could do this again.
He let out a long labored sigh of resignation as he closed his eyes in contemplation of the deeds and misdeeds that had brought him to this moment and time in his life. Birth, youth, watching his family burn to death, descent into hell, blackmailed into doing Cole’s dirty work, meeting Petra, falling deeply, madly in love with her, discovering that she could never love him ‘that way’ because of her love for ‘Raul’, forsaking Cole’s rules, and the final piece de resistance. Petra orchestrating his ‘death’ and his secretly staying behind-- unbeknownst to even Petra-- to comfort Coni and Justice who had mistakenly believed that their ‘bad behavior’ had been the reason for his death.
As he mulled over the many, many things he would have done differently, he heard the shuffling and ruffling of bed sheets. He peeked through his half closed eyelids before jumping to his feet.
Azora was thrashing in her bed, her head lolling side to side, moaning, groaning and whimpering in a fevered fit.
“Ssh, it’s going to be okay.” He cooed, caressing her fevered forehead with the back of fingers. “I’m here now. You might not remember me, but I’m here now.” He whispered softly, trying to sooth and calm her down. But his voice didn’t seem to register. It was then, a tad belatedly, that he realized that he was talking into her right ear, the one that Cole “blew out” and neglected to allow Faith repair.
“Hold on, Azora. Don’t worry. You’re safe now.” He whispered as he hurried around to the other side of the bed. His calming words didn’t have the desired affect, as her forehead was soon covered in beads of perspiration.
“No… no…please...no…” she whimpered beseechingly as she writhed in the bed. Her fists clenched, her brow furrowed, and she raised her hands as though to deflect an attack.
“No…no…not yet…no…not fair…no…NO!…” her tone was becoming more desperate and more frantic with each passing moment.
“Ssshh.” He cooed. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that there were no witnesses. Then, leaning down he whispered, softly. “I’m here Justice. I’m going to protect you. You are safe here. No one will ever hurt you again, I swear.”
But even that didn’t seem to sooth her.
“No…No…NOOOOOOO!” She sat up like a bolt, screaming at the top of her lunges.
Rhiannon caught her against his chest and pulled her into a warm embrace as she clung to him for dear life.
“Ssssh, I’ve got you, Justice. I have you. I’m here.” He cooed softly, his hand stroked her the hair of her head as her face was buried in his chest.
He noticed after a second that the back of her hospital gown was undone and that his embrace had caused the gowns back to fall away from her back. His eyes were drawn to her back and something odd caught his eye. The scars of her back were… pulsating. With his free hand he surreptitiously pulled away the gown just a little to look at her back.
“Dear God.” He gasped at the sight that he saw. The scars upon her back were pulsating between their normal scar tissue white color and a bright, almost iridescent red. He quickly refastened the gowns strings and rubbed her back. He shook his head when his hand touched her back and he could feel the pulsating heat radiating through the gowns fabric. ‘They still have a connection. Even after all this time, they have that connection.’ He thought to himself in amazement.
“It’s okay, Justice. I’m going to keep you safe.” He reassured her with his soft melodic tone. “I may not have done the greatest job the first time around.” He continued softly, knowing that she wouldn’t remember, seeing as that was the way it always happened. “But I swear, this time, I’m going to do right by you.” His eyes darkened. “And all his victims.” He added ominously.
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Jax slowly backed away from the cracked open door of Azora’s room and leaned against the wall in shock.
What the hell had he just heard?
Better yet, what did it mean?
But even more importantly, who could he tell that wasn’t so occupied with their own personal tragedies, triumphs or tribulations, that they could dig into the good doctors background without setting off a cacophony of catastrophes around them.
After giving it much thought it dawned on him. “Got it!” he snapped his fingers before leaving just as quietly as he had approached.
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Ian let out of long breath as he tore off his surgical gloves and flung them into the closest waste basket. As much as he hated everything that Jason Morgan stood for, he did feel bad for him-- oddly. But only because he had gotten whipped by a young woman nearly half his size in both height and weight. Not that he didn’t think he deserved it.
“Will he be okay?” Skye asked softly, from her seat next to the now dozing patient.
“Aye, Miz Jacks. He’ll be fine. That wee lass Azora isna so wee when it comes to shot-putting men twice her size, wouldn’t ya say?” He chuckled dryly, as he made a few notations on Jason’s medical chart.
Skye smiled at this. “Well, I do suppose you have a point. But I was talking about Jason.”
Ian nodded. “And so was I.” He chortled. “Aside from a migraine and perhaps a bruised ego, he ought to be just fine.” He tapped his pin against the chart before shaking his head and dropping the chart into the slot in front of the bed.
He turned to walk away, but as he opened the door the entire building shook for a moment startling both himself and Skye.
“WHAT THE--”
“My thoughts exactly.” He cut her off as she held onto the bed for support.
Jason stirred, looking around disoriented by the ever-changing scenery. “Hey-- Skye…”
“Hey there, we’d talk, but we’re not sure if we had a tremor or--”
There was a clamor of activity by the nurses station that grabbed Ian’s attention. “Pardon me folks, I’m going to go figure out what the HELL just happened in here.”
“I’ll stay here-- just in case.” She nodded confidently, despite the fact that her stomach was doing summersaults.
Jason attempted to sit up, holding his head with one hand and wincing as he slowly backed himself against the headboard. He groaned. “What the hell happened?”
Skye tapped her chin. “Before or after Azora sent you on that little trip out in the hallway?”
He looked at her oddly before the memories came back to him. “Oh.” He groaned.
“Yeah, ‘oh’. How about a resounding. ‘I’m never going to do that again?” Think that could be handled?” She quipped wryly.
He was about to say something when Ian poked his head back in. The thing that got both of their attention first was the fact that he was pale.
“Did you --”
“Aye, aye,” he took a deep breathe. “A dive down by the waterfront imploded. A place by the name of ‘Jakes’.” Jason sat up a little more. “It went up in a puff of dust. It wouldn’t have been so bad but it set off a couple of mini-explosions that thoroughly rocked the docks area. It also seems that some of the men from Phoenix Arisen were operating a flat bed and a truck around that area at the time of the explosion and may have been injured in the blast. They are on their way here as we speak.--”
Jason swung his legs over the side of the bed, as if he were about to get up.
“Where in the blue blazes do you think you’re going?” Demanded Ian.
“I need to get going--”
“Aye, right back into bed you’re going!” He spat angrily.
“I’m fine.”
“My arse, you’re fine. You’ve just been flung across a room by a wee lass that’s half you size. You also lost consciousness, you could very well have a concussion. You need to be obser--”
“Yeah, well, that’s why Mac Scorpio released me into Luis and Brenda Alcazar’s custody.” Never thought I would appreciate a decision by the cops. “They can watch out for me and make sure I don’t die or anything.” He looked over his shoulder to Skye. Boy, this is going to be awkward. “Would you do me a favor and see if you could find one of them for me?”
His question took her aback at first. Jason Morgan had just asked her for a favor. Had all the world gone mad? She stood up, after regaining her bearings. “Sure, just don’t piss of the doctor okay?” At Jason’s incredulous look she added. “He’s the one that knows where you’re clothing is--”
Jason turned sharply to Ian. Ian just smiled as Skye exited the room.
“Dammit.” He cursed under his breath as he laid back down.
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Raul checked on Dillon one last time before joining Cameron in his study. He sat down unceremoniously in the chair opposite Cameron’s desk and exhaled loudly.
Cameron looked up through his bifocals as he continued reviewing files after files with a small smirk curving his lips. “Watching ‘the kid’ to tiring for you, Raul?” He asked good-naturedly.
“Ha” he laughed humorlessly. “Between that idiot Steven you fired, and all the questions Dillon had about shit he’s not near old enough to understand…” he trailed off after sharing a knowing look with Cameron. “Needless to say, I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight.”
Cameron nodded, but his eyes never left the documentation before him.
“Can I ask what has you so enthralled that you won’t even laugh at my stupid attempt at a joke?” He asked leaning back in the chair.
Cameron looked up suddenly. “My apologies, ‘hardy har har,’. Is that to your liking?” He quipped, but after a second he sighed, closed the folder and pushed it across the desk for him to look at. “You’ll have to excuse my curtness. As you’ll see by looking in the folder, we’ve hit pay dirt.” He sighed, sounding to Raul’s ears as though he almost regretted the find.
“You sound as though this doesn’t enthuse you. Isn’t this what you and Luis and I have been looking for since--” he thought for a moment as he opened the folder. His face paled, slamming it shut he slid it back across the desk to Cameron. “Good God !!” He suddenly felt the overwhelming compulsion to take a shower… something-- ANYTHING to take the image out of his head. Alas, he was sure that that image would be ingrained in his skull for all eternity.
“Do you understand now why I am not so greatly overjoyed with this turn of events.” He growled, slamming his fist on the desktop, his anger growing. “That not ONLY are our worst nightmare’s confirmed-- but that-- that--” he stopped suddenly, as he could physically feel his blood pressure skyrocketing. He knew that nothing good would come of his giving himself a coronary. There were to many people counting on him, and Dillon-- if something happened to himself then Dillon would undoubtedly blame himself.
He took a deep cleansing breath before starting once more. “Not only is this what we have been praying for. It’s also confirmation of what he have always feared.” He intoned as he flipped to the middle of the folder and then pushed the folder across the desks mahogany surface once more for Raul to see what he meant.
Raul furrowed his brow, confused by the seemingly cryptic answer. Leaning forward in his chair to look at the folder once more, he paled upon seeing the contents of the folder.
“Oh Lord,” he gasped. “Dillon.” He whispered, his heart falling somewhere down near his feet. “My God.” He looked up. “Cameron-- you know what this means don’t you?”
“Besides the fact that our finding Dillon wasn’t a ‘bad tip’?” He asked, not quite understanding his point.
“No, not just that-- but that-- that,” he let out a dry chuckle. “But that after he was ‘done’ with the twins, whatever he had done to them-- that he was in the ‘market’ for a new ‘toy’.”
Cameron felt his stomach clench and his heart constrict in his chest. “I- I hadn’t thought of it that way.” He paused, glancing on the phone. “I need to call Luis--” he looked over at Raul, as though his friend could offer him a solution to a virtually unsolvable dilemma. “How do I tell him that we have found the location that we have been looking for, for so long; but that in this location we’ve also found evidence of their abuse, and a plan to kidnap the charge he has considered his own child for almost a decade?”
Raul rose to his feet shaking his head. “I don’t know, Cap.” He walked around the large desk and clapped his hand on Cameron’s shoulder. “But I’m sure that you’ll think of something good. If nothing else--” he paused taking a second to truly appreciate the man that he considered his unofficial ‘uncle’-in-law. “-- perhaps you should consider taking time off with Dillon and visiting him to deliver the news.”
Cameron shook his head. “But the mansion--”
“Michael and I have it all under control. We know protocol, Cap. And if anything ‘earth shattering’ appears you’ll be the first one to know and we’ll have the jet ready and waiting for you by the time you pick up your cell phone“
“I don‘t know.” He hedged.
Raul knelt down next to him. “Cap, you know that I consider you family, so please, don’t take this the wrong way-- but, remember the one time I hesitated to tell someone the truth face to face?” He and Cameron shared a meaningful look. “Five minutes, Cap. All it would have taken was five minutes and Petra would have known the truth and we would have ridden off into the sunset, with you. We would have gone to a luxurious rehab, where we would have gotten clean together and God knows what would have happened after that. “
“But that didn’t happen. You know why? Because I didn’t take five minutes to tell Petra the plan. If I would have taken that five god damned minutes to talk to her and tell her the truth, then all of this would have been prevented. I wouldn’t be without the love of my life, she wouldn’t think I’m dead, she would have blown off talking to Cole and been on time, and her and my collective lives would have been totally different than they are right now.”
“Cole wouldn’t have gotten the upper hand, Petra might actually gotten off drugs and not be under this thumb… but instead I had to take the cowards way out, and look at us, Cap. Look at the crap that is our respective lives. We’re both miserable. She’s sold her soul to get and stay high, she’s almost never straight, and she has to deal the with incomprehensible guilt over shit she would have never done if not for the fact that she thinks that the two people that gave a shit about her-- me and you -- are dead because of a ‘bomb blast’ that Cole has convinced her happened because of Luis!”
Cameron looked away guiltily.
“Five minutes, Cap. That’s all it would have taken to take her aside and fill her in. Five minutes, Cap. Five minutes I agonize over and will agonize over for the rest of my freaking life. Five minutes between ecstasy and mortal damnation…” He shook his head sharply.
“Five minutes I’ll never get back.” He paused, rising to his feet and slowly, laboriously, excruciatingly painfully made his way across the room. But it was not physical malady that slowed him, it was the open and seeping would of his heart that faltered his otherwise sturdy steps. As he opened the door to leave he turned back to his friend, boss and co-conspirator. “All I’m saying is that you get an opportunity to take five minutes of your life to sit your nephew, his pregnant wife, and the boy that between the three of us we’ve raised as our own flesh and blood, and tell them every single minute detail of what happened. And to top it all off, you get help them with the potential fallout and the emotions that come with it… and for that I envy you. I envy the hell out of you, and I hate myself for that. I really, really hate myself for that.”
As he turned to leave Cameron called out to him. “Raul!!”
“Yeah?”
He could tell that Cameron had taken his words to heart as his hands were templed against his nose and his eyes were intense and boring a hole into the wall across the room. “First thing in the morning I intend to tell Dillon that we are both leaving for Port Charles as soon as I’m assured you and Michael aren’t and won’t be overwhelmed with the contents of the records you are about to unearth.”
“Got it.” He turned to leave once more.
“Oh and Raul.”
“Yeah, Cap?”
He sighed heavily. “In time, I believe, and I truly do believe this, I think that all the wrongs in the world will be righted. If not in a literal sense, then at least in a Karmic sense.”
Raul smiled a small sarcastic smile. “Karma” he snorted, “if I were to believe in such a thing as karma I’d like to believe that I would be with Petra, Luis would be with his twins, Gilliana would still be alive, and neither of us would have had to ‘fake’ our deaths.” He shook his ruefully. “But don’t allow my misgivings to dissuade you, Cap. Keep on believing in ‘Karmic’ justice, and I’ll keep believing in what I know to be true.”
“And that is?” Cameron asked curiously.
“That good is good and that bad is bad and that the gray area in between can be as murky as the fog in Ireland.” He said and then left without further ceremony.
Cameron shook his head sadly as he pulled open a drawer and pulled out a picture that he gazed upon when he needed a reminder of why he was doing what he was doing. It was a simple black and white snap shot that he himself had taken many, many years ago. Gilliana, Luis, Petra, Raul, Faith and Fowler holding their respective lovers in a close embrace as they leaned against a brick wall and smiled and laughed over something stupid Petra had said. It wasn’t until later that they had realized that what she had said was a symptom of a much larger, much greater, much more volatile drug addiction that not even Faith had known about.
He let out a long breath of frustration as he closed the drawer and held the 8x10 photo in his hands. “It would have been so much more simplistic if you had stuck it out. You realize that, don’t you?” he asked the smiling faces as though he expected a reply. But the faces just smiled back at him, mocking him, taunting him, not letting up on him, not even for a second.
“One day, all the wrongs will be ended and the healing will begin.” He promised them. “I promised you’re parents that I would watch out for you 6, and even that damnable twin brother of Luis’.” He shook his head sadly. “I’ve failed you all miserably, sometimes fatally. But I am a man of my word. And by God, I will keep my word… even if it kills us all.”
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