CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Elizabeth sets on the park bench staring out into the horizon. It’s been two whole months since Lucky’s return and their engagement, but yet, he still doesn’t trust in her enough to tell her what happened to him in the past year. It was like a big gloomy cloud hanging over their heads, and she wanted it cleared. Cleared today and she was going to tell Lucky as much as soon as he arrived.
"Elizabeth there you are," Lucky runs up to her. "What did you want to meet me here for?"
"Oh no particular reason," Elizabeth shrugged, trying to think of the best way to approach the subject. "I was just thinking about the significance of this bench. It’s the same one I was setting on at the night of the rape."
"Oh," Realization dawns on Lucky’s face. "Elizabeth, it’s not all that warm out. We should be going."
"No Lucky. Not until I tell you this.
You were like a knight in shining armor that night. You picked me up and took
me to a safe place. You made me feel whole again. Even when I didn’t want to
even amit what happened…the fact that you forced me to…it helped so much."
"I wanted to be there for you Elizabeth," Lucky sets next to her and
takes her hand in his.
"I know. And I want to do the same for you Lucky. I want to be here for you. Whenever you need me to be."
"I know that."
"Then why won’t you open up to me? Why do you keep yourself closed off?"
"I don’t keep myself closed off."
"You don’t? Then why don’t you tell
everyone what happened this past year? If we bring it up you either get mad or
change the subject."
"Elizabeth we’ve already discussed this…"
"We haven’t discussed anything Lucky!" Elizabeth snapped angrily, hurt flashing in her eyes. Why couldn’t he see how much this was hurting her, the fact that he didn’t trust her with whatever was bothering him.
Anger flashes in Lucky’s eyes and he stands up, letting go of her hand. "I don’t have to take this. Tell Nikolas I’ll be home in a while." Lucky turns and walks away.
"Lucky wait! Don’t leave! Lucky!" Elizabeth stands up, but then collapses back onto the bench, in renewed tears, regretting that she had even brought it up. Now Lucky was mad at her. She wouldn’t be surprised if he asked for the ring back.
One hour later…
Lucky sets in the boxcar thinking about the argument he had with Elizabeth. She was right and he knew it. He was closing himself off and it was hurting the people he loved. He had to stop this and stop this now. He was going to tell Elizabeth everything. It was the only way that any of them could be truly happy. He gets up and is about to head back for town when he runs right into a big burly man with dark eyes and black curly hair. Two more men were flanking him.
"Is this him?" One of the men asked.
"Yes it is. But don’t injure him. The boss wants him completely healthy.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Lucky asked, panic beginning to raise in his chest.
"Just come along quietly and you won’t
get hurt kid," The curly haired man slowly comes towards him, as if he’s
approaching a wild horse. "Don’t make this any harder than it has to be
."
"Even though it makes it more fun for the rest of us," Cesar Faison
laughs, stepping out from behind some bushes. "So we meet again Young
Spencer."
"No! Stay away from me! I’m not going back!" Lucky backs away from the men, fear in his eyes.
"Back where? To that tiny compound that
Helena had sat up? Of course not. I have somewhere much better in mind and this
time your old man won’t be able to save you."
"No!" Lucky tries to run, but is grabbed by one of the men, he
struggles to get free just as one of the men knocks him unconcious with the but
of their gun.
"Sorry about that Mr. Spencer, but we can’t have you calling for help can we?" Faison shakes head in amusement. "Get him to the van now!"
"Oh my God Lucky!" Elizabeth comes up on the scene. She was expecting to find Lucky at the boxcar, but not like this! "Let him go!"
"Why look, it’s the lovely Miss.
Webber," Faison turns towards her. "This must be my lucky day…excuse
the pun."
"Let him go," Elizabeth backs away from the man.
"Not a chance dear. You see I have plans for young Spencer and letting him go right now is not in my best interest….and neither is letting you go and report this to Luke Spencer or anyone else. Men grab her! She’s coming with us! Maybe having his girlfriend there will keep the kid in line easier than last time!"
"No!" Elizabeth tried to run, to get away and go for help, but the men were too fast for her. She tries to scream as the men grab her and places a strange smelling cloth over her mouth and nose. She tries to keep conciousness as the chemical takes affect, but it’s useless. She’s soon slumped lifelessly into the man’s arms.
"Put her in the van with Mr. Spencer. They can keep each other company when they wake up," Faison orders, leading the way to the black van just a couple of feet away. No one’s the wiser as the van zooms away to an unknown location, taking his young prisoners with him.
Luke Spencer puffs on a cigar and finishes off figuring that evening’s profits when a tall dark figure enters his office and steps in front of his desk, not saying a word.
"We’re closed," Luke muttered, not bothering to look up.
The figure doesn’t say anything. He just stands there looking down at the man busy figuring up his books.
"I said we’re closed. Come back tomorr…"Luke glances up and stops in mid-sentence. His face grows pale as he finally recognizes his visitor.
"What are you doing here?" Luke asked. "You’re supposed to be South America laying low."
"You know me Luke. Can’t set still for long," Robert Scorpio grins down at his old friend. "Besides, Anna wanted to come back and see the old homestead. See what’s all changed."
"How is the old lady?" Luke grinned.
"Fiesty as ever," Robert laughed. "She would be here too, but I knew it wasn’t safe, so I had her stay at the old house."
"You two have been the hardest secret I had to keep. You know that don’t you?"
"We both appreciate it," Robert picks up the picture of Luke and Lucky that was taken recently. "Your boy’s grown up to look a lot like you Luke. How is my Godson by the way?"
"Recovering. You know he’s engaged. To this wonderful girl, the two are perfect for each other."
"That’s good to know," Robert nodds. "Any more word from Helena?"
"None. The old bat flew the coop as soon as we got my son back. And of course Laura’s now in a relationship with Vlad of course. Robert, curiousity is killing me here. I know you didn’t put yourself in danger just to come here and make small talk. What’s going on?"
Robert looks at Luke intently, not knowing how to spring this on him. He knew his friend and knew he’d be out for blood.
"I’ve been tracking Faison for the past month or so," Robert takes a deep breath. "Everywhere he’s been, I followed. When I found myself back here in Port Charles…I thought it only fair to warn you."
"What are you saying Robert?" Luke asked, not liking where the conversation was going.
"Faison’s back here in Port Charles Luke and he has something up his sleeve. I don’t know what, but it’s something big."
Luke stands there in shock for about five seconds before flying into a rage. He picks up his glass of scotch and sends it crashing into the wall. "Damn it!"
"Luke…" Robert grabs his friend’s shoulder, trying to calm him down.
"If that rodent goes anywhere near my kid I’ll rip his heart out!" Luke growls.
"Luke I know how you feel but getting angry is not going to help," Robert cautions. "We’ll just have to find Faison before he can even think about bothering your family."
"Let me get to the phone," Luke grabs his phone and dials Nikolas’s number.
"Cassadine residence," A female voice giggles over the phone.
"This is Luke Spencer where’s Nikolas?"
"Nikolas is busy at the moment Mr. Spencer. Can I…"
"Luke!" Nikolas grabs the phone away from Lily.
"Nikolas is Lucky around anywhere? I really need to know," Luke taps his foot impatiently, praying that he’s overreacting to the recent news.
"No he’s not Luke. He hasn’t been back since this afternoon. Him and Liz probably are out on a date somewhere," Nikolas looks at the watch and frowns. It’s Twelve o’clock at night. Elizabeth and Lucky should have been back a couple of hours ago."
"On a date? But where could they have gone? Everything’s closed," Luke looks at the clock on the wall. "I don’t like this."
"Luke…what’s going on? Why are you in such a big hurry to find Lucky?"
Luke sighed. He didn’t want to alarm anybody, but he had no choice. If he was going to make sure that Lucky was safe, everyone was going to have to be on alert. "Cesar Faison is back in town."
"You mean that man that helped Helena
kidnap Lucky? What does he want?"
"I don’t know. But whatever it is, it isn’t good. Listen, when Lucky comes
in , have him call me right away," Luke orders. "I mean it Nikolas.
There’s no time to delay."
"Sure thing Luke," Nikolas said before hanging up.
"Well?" Robert stares at his friend intently.
"He hasn’t come home yet. Neither has Elizabeth," Luke takes a long drink of scotch. "Robert if anything has happened to them I’ll hunt Faison down rip him limb from slimey limb."
"Luke calm down. We may be worried about nothing. I mean, what use would Lucky be for Faison? It’s not like you raised him to be some sort of assassin or anything."
"I know. But I just don’t have a good
feeling about this. It’s the same feeling I had the night of the fire.
Something’s going down and I can’t stop it whatever it is."
Robert lays a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, regretting ever telling
him about Faison, getting him all worked up for nothing. "Lucky will be
fine Luke. I’m sure of it."
"That’s just it Robert. Lucky’s not fine. He hasn’t been fine ever since we got him back. If Faison’s got his hands on Lucky again…there’s no telling how it’ll affect him," Luke takes another drink of Scotch.
Twelve miles outside of Port Charles, a black van speeds down the highway. In the back of the van, lays Elizabeth and Lucky, both unconcious and pale. If someone had come upon them, one would think they were dead, the gentle rise and fall of their chest is the only thing that says otherwise. Faison Cesar looks back at his prisoners and grins widely. Things were going better than expected.