Chapter Five
Paris France was indeed a busy and bustling city. It’s been two
days and still no sign of Lucky. Nikolas and Elizabeth have gone everywhere
asking if they had seen him. If he was going under a different day. Elizabeth
was finally fed up and was quickly losing hope.
Elizabeth and Nikolas are entering another hotel, arguing whether
Lucky would have stoped there or not when Nikolas grabs her arm and pulls her
to the side and motions for her to be quiet. He’s intently looking at three men
at the desk, one of them looked really menaceing with his long gray hair and
unsmiling eyes. His voice was foreign, not french, more German.
"That’s the man on the tape with Lucky," Nikolas
whispered. "They must be looking for Lucky too, which means our time is
running out. We have to find Lucky soon…before they do."
"But where do we look?" Elizabeth asked. "We’ve
asked everywhere and there’s been no sign of him. All we know is that he was
heading for Paris. He can be anywhere."
"Let’s try the highly populated areas first, like the tourist
trek. It’d be real easy for him to blend in with the tourists. We just go and
keep our eyes open."
"Ok."
"Let’s go before they recognize me. If they work for my
grandmother, they know what I look like and they would know why I’m here. Come
on," Nikolas grabs her hand and drags her out of the hotel.
*
Elizabeth and Nikolas have gone everywhere from the art museums,
Notre Dame, the Louvre. Their last stop is the Eiffel Tower. The streets are
crowded with tourists, but Nikolas and Elizabeth keep their eyes peeled for any
sign of Lucky. Two hours later, just when they’re about to give up, Elizabeth
spots a familiar looking young man, Lucky’s height and build. At first she
wasn’t sure it was him because his hair was a bit longer. But looking harder
she realized it was him! It was Lucky. She quickly tugs on Nikolas arm and
points. He’s about to call when he spots the men from the hotel, busy studying
a map.
Grabbing Elizabeth’s hand they quickly push their way through the
crowd. Elizabeth keeps her eyes on Lucky while Nikolas keeps his eyes Helena’s
men.
Once they’re right upon Lucky it’s Nikolas who reaches out and
speaks. "Lucky…don’t turn around. Helena’s men are right behind us. Just
keep on walking and let me us lead you out of here."
"Nikolas? What are you doing here? How…" Lucky keeps his
eyes straight ahead.
"I’ll explain later. Just follow my instructions and
everything will be fine. My jet is waiting at the airport. We just have to go
get our things. But just stay calm."
Lucky nods and does what he’s told and allows Nikolas to lead him
away from the Eiffel tower and onto the bustling city streets. Nikolas quickly
hails a cab and they’re on they’re way to the hotel.
"Lucky!" Elizabeth throws his arms around him, tears
streaming from her eyes.
"Elizabeth you’re here too…what are you two doing here? How
did you know where I was?" Lucky hugs her back.
"Stefan. He was snooping around Helena’s property and saw
you. He grabbed one of her tapes and told me. Then I told Elizabeth. She didn’t
believe me until we overheard helena ordering her men to find you. So we took
my jet to Greece and tracked you down to Paris. We’ve been here for two days
now looking for you. And so has Helena’s men," Nikolas explained.
"You guys shouldn’t have come. You should have just let it
go. Now you two will be in trouble too," Lucky sighed.
"Lucky you’re my brother. There’s no way I was going to let
Helena keep you captive. And then when we heard you escaped, we decided that
you may need a little help. We were right."
"But still…"
"Lucky just face it. We’re in this together now. You’re not
alone anymore. We’re the three musketeers again," Elizabeth smiles.
"I thought it was four?"
"Oh it will be. Once we get back to Port Charles,"
Nikolas laughed. He looks back outside and frowns. They weren’t heading back to
the hotel like he directed. Instead, it looked like they were heading for the
highway. "Hey up there! I didn’t say the highway! I said the hotel!"
"You will not be returning to that hotel Mr. Cassadine,"
a eerily familiar German voice speaks up. The driver removes his hat and long
gray hair falls down. "You will be coming with me. I’m sure your
grandmother would like to have a few words with you."