| Chapter Twelve � �Lucky�s fate?� Andrew was at the practice range as Mac and Lucky walked in. �Thank you, Mac. You can leave now.� he ordered. Mac looked only briefly at Lucky and then walked out. �Have you ever shot a gun before?� Andrew asked. �Yeah. Dad has been showing me.� Lucky said sarcastically. �Watch that mouth! You�re under my control now.� Andrew said bring out a Cassadine medal. Lucky suddenly went stoned face and looked blankly ahead. �You do make a great puppet. I can�t wait to see old Michael and Luke�s faces, when you turn on them. Here take this.� Andrew snapped. Lucky grabbed the gun held it out. Andrew brought out two life sized cut outs of Luke and Michael and placed them in the center of the room. He walked over to Lucky and ordered him to shoot. When the gun was empty, Andrew went to see what he hit. Lucky had hit Michael, but Luke�s cut out was untouched. Andrew then pushed over Michael's cut out and returned. After reloading the gun, he gave it back and said. �Fire on the target.� Lucky just stood there shaking. He couldn�t fire on his father�s form. His mind would not allow it. He put down the gun and walked to the corner of the room and rocked back and forth. A figure appeared, shaking his head. �You pushed him too hard. I told you take your time. Lucky isn�t going to turn on Luke just because you say so. You have to trick him into doing it. Helena had told you that and you still are trying it your way.� said the new comer. Andrew was about to speak but a slap stopped him cold. �We didn�t do all this for you to mess things up. I don�t just want Spencer dead. Michael is the main target. So, don�t mess things up.� he ordered. (I�m not telling who?) �The plan will work but he needs to be pushed. Things are moving to slow. At his rate he�ll never turn on his father.� Andrew said. �Your fool. Lucas will turn on his father. It is only going to take time. Leave us! I�ll take care of things here. Just make sure no one disturbs us.� he ordered. Andrew left, leaving Lucky alone with the stranger. The man walked over and slowly pulled Lucky to his feet. �Its all right, son. You're safe. How about drawing me a picture?� the man said pulling out a sketchpad. Lucky slowly took the pad and started to draw. The stranger pulled out a tape recorder and played it. The song was slow, creepy, and meticulous. Lucky began to draw the man�s face. �You�ll do what I ask. It�s just going to take time. I can wait. This game has gone on longer then you have been on the planet. I can see why my wife wants you around when this is over. Whatever! I have had a few play things over the years.� the man said sitting beside Lucky as he sketched. Lucky didn�t even flinch as the man ran his hand over his face. Chapter 13 Back to Secret Past |