Love Trials: Jerry Jacks
Hey, anyone remember me? Or Love Trials? I haven't written since late October because of school and when I had time, I came down with a really bad cold. I had a fever of 101 degrees Fahrenheit and everything. Okay, enough excuses. The truth is, I had a minor case of writer's block. I didn't know what to do with this story line when Sonny decided to turn psycho on me and played a much more bigger part than I expected. But who am I to argue with a psycho, especially ones that cut up innocent women to get a high?
Here's a little run down.
Sonny threatens Brenda to leave Jax for him and gives her a certain amount of time to leave him. Brenda, who has known him for years, suspects he's gone off the deep end even though he isn't showing clear psycho symptoms like cutting up people and talking about purple cows with pink polka dots. Brenda, being the Sonny expert that she is, knows that Sonny will and has bugged the place to hear J&B's breakup. So Brenda has no choice but to actually break up with Jax. Ouch.
All is not lost though. Brenda is not one to be pushed around, and yet no fool (you never argue with a psycho, it won't get you anywhere), she came up with a Plan. The Plan: fake her death. (Hey, Laura did it.) She arranges everything, goes to GH, pulls the fire alarm to get everyone out of the building, and goes corpse hunting. She gets the corpse, and drives with it (ick, ew, yuck--imagine a rotting corpse as a companion on a little road trip. Brenda has more guts than I ever imagined.) She goes to the appointed place where she has a rented get away car ready. She crashes the car, and has to put the corpse in the driver's seat, and sets the car on fire. Finding out that her car was stolen, she resignedly walks back to PC and Jax, hoping that Jax wouldn't hear of her death. Hey, her plan does not include hurting Jax, or not too much. Much to her misfortune, it starts raining as well.
Meanwhile, in the penthouse, V calls and tells Jax that Brenda is dead. (I suspect V has a little crush on him, even though she's never officially met him, and she's trying to get to Jax.) Jax in a huge rage, wrecks the room. A good move, since in wrecking the room, Jax also got rid of the bugs Sonny planted. Brenda arrives, and explains all. Jax of course, forgives her. Hey, he does love her, crazy half thought out stunts and all. They have an angst session in the middle of the night...in front of one bug that Jax failed to destroy: the one on the toy yacht. They have another heart to heart over breakfast, then hop on the plane to Alaska...Where they get grounded by Jax's Mom. They manage to work a little romance in by having a midnight ski session. After their agonizing one wk confinement is up, they high tail it to Kronos. (Partly, I suspect, because their afraid that Jax's Mom will ground them again. But they refuse to mention that embarrassing episode.)
Meanwhile, all is not well in PC. Sonny's losing it and trying to lose his pain in black out alcohol sessions. As if his ex-love faking her death to get away from him (that has got to be damaging to his ego) is not enough, voices start haunting him. Namely, Lily compelling him to do violence, especially to Brenda and Jax. This causes him to become violent, and even to murder and mayhem. He's now tortured, cut up, burned, and eventually killed several women. This silences the voices of Lily and his dead baby for a time. It also gives him a sense of peace. It's the perfect drug. But you know what happens when you're hooked--you eventually want more and more. Sonny's kept from being found out by having his bodyguards clean up after him. Hey, what else is being a mob boss good for? Especially when you're a serial killer...
So now you're all caught up and ready for Love Trials number 6. After having read that, you're probably wondering what I've done to poor Jax and Brenda now. <sweet, false smile> You'll see...mwhahaha. I promise to leave them more or less intact when I'm done with them. I think... Flames, comments, thoughts, recommendations for the best mental institute for me at sablephoenix@hotmail.com. Just e-mail me to say you read it.
Love Trials Part 6: Jerry Jacks
by SablePhoenix
Sonny was cooking, one of his favorite pastimes. He was even humming in the kitchen as he sprinkled herbs on the cold, putrefying slabs of shark meat on his kitchen counter. He wiped grimy, herb laden, bloody fingers on his apron and reached for the spice rack.
He was in such a good mood because he had put a hit on Jaxxy-boy a week ago. Jax would never bother him again. One of the mob's best assassins were on the Jacks' tale and he would find out wherever Brenda and Candy-boy was hiding. And once he found Jax...well, Brenda would come running into his arms and everything would be like it was before. Before JAX came into their lives and brainwashed Brenda into thinking that she loved the creep. And all Brenda's love would be his and Lily's voice would go away and everything would be all better because with love you don't feel lost, alone, scared, angry and violent. Well, you did, but it was different somehow. All the pain had meaning--love.
"Hey, Sonny! Something's burning," said the ever vigilant Jason.
Sonny started and hurriedly began fixing things. Shouldn't get distracted in the kitchen. It was dangerous and things...caught on fire. Sonny concentrated on the shark meat and tried to banish the image of a burning woman screaming at the docks, trying to make it to the water on her hamstrung legs. That, that had no meaning here. Everything was nice and safe and normal here. Or as it could be in a gangster's world.
The doorbell rang and Jason rose from the chair to get it. He hardly noticed. He finished with the shark and washed his hands at the sink. Wouldn't want to get blood on the vegetables. Too bad blood was hard to get out under the fingernails.
Jason came in with a lipstick stained mouth and Robin. Robin had a look of concern on her face but smiled when she saw him.
"Hey, Sonny," she said as she let go of Jason's hand and went to hug Sonny.
"Robin! How you doin'? Aren't you supposed to be in Yale?" Sonny said. He wondered why she was here.
"Spring break. I thought I might drop by, visit Uncle Mac and see how you -- see how Brenda's... death was affecting you. You take deaths so hard." There was no need to mention Lily.
Sonny started. He had almost forgotten that Brenda had faked her death. "As well as can be expected. Can you stay for dinner?"
Robin hesitated. Uncle Mac was expecting her, but then there was Jason with his cute puppy dog eyes. And she wanted to see for herself how Brenda's 'death' had changed Sonny as everyone said. "All right."
Sonny smiled, but his eyes still looked cold, alien and dark. But Brenda had died, and that must have hit Sonny hard, hard enough to change his personality a little. "Good. I'll throw in another shark steak. Jason, why don't you spend the time catching up with Robin?"
Jason hesitated. "But Sonny, I'm your bodyguard. I should be here with you. And you shouldn't be left alone."
Sonny stared at Jason in amazement. His men were staked out around the building, at the door, as well as in the surrounding buildings. And Jason was worried about leaving him alone to go to the next room. Jason's simple nature and blind loyalty still had the power to stun him at unexpected times.
"That's an order. Jason, Robin came all this way to spend time with you. Make it worth her while."
"She also came by to see how you were doing," Jason said.
He looked at Robin beseechingly. "Robin, could you try to make this workaholic forget about work until dinner's ready?"
Robin laughed partly in mirth and partly in relief that Sonny was okay. She grabbed Jason's hand and dragged him out the kitchen teasing him.
Sonny sighed in relief. The headaches were starting. The headaches that meant the voices. He shuddered and went for the pills. Killing usually silenced them, but it seemed to take more and more bloodier deaths to get them to stop. Everything went a little hazy and a rushing sound, like the sound of a hundred voices talking all at once filled his ears. It was just one voice that he worried about. He struggled with the cap of the bottle. And the silence, the utter emptiness that filled him after a kill, oh the ecstasy. Alcohol was never that , that fulfilling. That satisfying.
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Jax was dreaming. He was in his New York office with a strange looking little girl on his lap. She was lovely like a mischievous, spirited angel. She had a riot of loose curls of gold hair with streaks of glossy brown hair. Like a good looking yet funky dye job. She had beautiful hazel eyes of gold speckled brown and aquamarine blue. She was wearing a white summer dress and for some reason, reminded him of Brenda.
She looked Jax in the eyes, and said in a child's flutey voice, "Don't worry, Daddy. Everything will turn out all right. I am as sure as the sun."
With a giggle, she ran away and disappeared around the corner. A bewildered Jax chased after her. He felt a desperate need to catch up to her and to protect the little girl since she was endangered. Through looming, twisting corridors of an office building he chased her, only getting glimpses of the girl. She came to a sudden stop in the General Hospital lobby and gave a shriek of terror. A cloaked man stood looming over her with a sharp butcher knife. Jax stood rooted to the spot, helpless to do anything. He watched as the knife descended, watch the little angel's face reflect her utter terror of annihilation.
Jax tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep. And started sweating.
She wouldn't exist in a few seconds...watched as the knife connected to white cloth and blood spread like a beautiful macabre rose. He watched Brenda in a white summer dress fall with the knife in her abdomen. The man turned and ran and while he ran, Jax saw his face. Sonny. A cold, vindictive fury overcame him and he found a plate of oysters in his hand. He threw the plate, oysters and all at the running Sonny. The plate, acting like a lethal Frisbee or boomerang, hit Sonny in the head and Sonny went falling down.
Brenda, noticing his restlessness, smoothed his matted hair away from his forehead and pulled the covers more securely around him.
Jax dreamed he was on a horse, a rocking horse that was going through a mine field of exploding coconut cream pie and suddenly, a huge rabbit with orange spots came up to him to sell quarters for twenty dollars each....
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Brenda watched Jax sleeping peacefully with a touch of envy. Of course, he was restless a little while ago, but he usually slept straight through the night like a baby. Unlike Brenda who suffered from insomnia when she was anxious or worried about something or other. On the nights she couldn't sleep, she just held Jax close and listened to his even breathing with his heart beat as a lullaby. It was better than Valium or any amount of sleeping pills. On the nights she really couldn't sleep, she watched Jax sleeping until she felt sleepy. On rare occasions when she felt the need to make someone pay for her blasted insomnia, she woke Jax up and they had these midnight conversations where they said anything and everything until dawn. Personal philosophies, quirks, embarrassing moments in their childhood, feelings about this or that, how Lois said this or that, how Jax had come across a company that actually made giant oversized things, hopes, dreams...anything and everything. And Jax was actually understanding about being woken up in the middle of the night to discuss why there was artificial things in our food, but all natural toothpaste. Although he sometimes got a little cranky.
Tonight, Brenda didn't want to wake Jax up from his sleep. And nothing could calm the restless feeling that haunted the past few days, tied a knot in her guts and made her starting at shadows. And this anxiousness had a name. Sonny. Even though Jax had reassured her that soon Sonny wouldn't be able to harm anyone, still... She knew Sonny. And knew that eventually all deceptions blew up in your face or tripped you up when you least expected in the strangest ways. Oh Lord, did she know. She thought about all the times she schemed in her high school days. And thought about Jax's reassuring news...
10 DAYS AGO...
Brenda was in the kitchen satisfying an odd craving for sour cream on grapefruit. This was her second grapefruit with sour cream liberally spread all over. Brenda felt a little nauseous at the taste but kept eating it like chocolate. Or maybe the nausea was because she was on a diet to lose the five pounds she had gained. She was a model after all, and a little weight was a dangerous thing.
Brenda heard footsteps and turned to see a blonde prince with a worried look on his face. "What is it Jax?'
Jax sat down on a nearby chair and looked at her uncertainly. Brenda felt cold fingers of alarm run up and down her spine and was suddenly chilled in the ninety degree weather. "What is it?" she repeated.
"Remember when I told you that I had some guys check the penthouse for any listening devices?"
Brenda nodded.
"They found out that I destroyed all the bugs when I got upset." At this Brenda giggled thinking about how the room looked when Jax got 'upset.' Jax blushed. "There's more."
"What is it?"
"I contacted Interpol, the FBI, the WSB and called in favors all over the world," Jax hesitated.
Brenda could feel this was the part he was uncertain about. Uncertain about how she would react. "And?"
"So I could put Sonny behind bars." Jax went on hurriedly as if he wasn't sure if he would be given a chance to finish. "Brenda, we can't pretend you're dead for the rest of our lives. We couldn't live like that. And with Sonny loose and very dangerous... I thought it would be best if I hastened Sonny's downfall. And, well, he's in a dangerous profession and could end up dead. Jail might be one of the best options for him...and he could get help."
Brenda stared at him stunned. All she could think about was that Sonny was claustrophobic. She didn't know what to think, all she could do was feel. Feel surprise, sorrow and relief. And a little numb. Surprise because she hadn't thought faking her death through. In fact, she had been scrambling for a solution to Sonny's threats and this was the best plan she could come up with. Sorrow because she did care about Sonny. Maybe she still loved him , despite all that he had done. She didn't know how she felt about him. She also resented Sonny for disrupting her life and hated? him for playing her for a fool. Relief because something had to be done about Sonny and the hint of madness she had seen in his eyes. Sonny was loosing control, loosing his mind and he was doing it with all the power he had as a mob boss. Sonny's state was partly her fault and she should take care of it somehow but...
"I suppose it had to be done," was what she finally said. She carefully scooped up grapefruit with her spoon and ate it. She seemed to be hungry all the time, which would make her diet harder.
Jax didn't know what to say to that. He had expected something, an explosion, anger, something. Not a numb Brenda that stared past him into something he couldn't see. Maybe memories of her time with Sonny. If Brenda was hysterical, he could calm her down, but he couldn't deal with nothing. "Brenda?"
She snapped away from whatever place she had been in and smiled wanly at him. It was meant to reassure, but somehow it did the opposite. She put down her spoon carefully. "Sonny, is a dangerous man and...he's not, he's not the same man I fell in love with."
Jax didn't look convinced of her well being. "And you're right, it had to happen sometime. It's just... I didn't expect it to affect me like this after all this time."
He carefully said with a slight catch in his voice, "Sonny and you had a close relationship and you still care for him. Maybe even still love him." He held up a hand to stop Brenda's protests. "Don't deny it Brenda. It's all right. I knew you had strong feelings for him when I proposed to you. What matters is that you're still here with me now, that you're my wife and not his… And I sort of understand. I have some feelings for Miranda. But you know that. I suppose we never really get over our first loves."
She was quiet for a moment as she let what he said sink in. His words had a certain ring of truth to it. She looked up at him and saw the worry he couldn’t quite mask and in his blue, blue eyes she saw vulnerability, and a determination to comfort her. It was then that she realized that the only thing that mattered was seeing the worry disappear.
"Jax," she began hesitantly, clumsy and unsure in her skill at comforting the man she loved. "I’m not denying that I loved Sonny or that he was my first love. But, you have to realize that the woman that I am and that I want to be loves only you."
Brenda felt a sense of heady relief that the shadows had disappeared from his eyes which now resembled the calm blue of the sea after a storm. She’d done it. She didn’t screw up on something very, very important to her as was her habit. She had comforted Jax, instead of the other way around. It was… weird.
"You know what? I’m glad you did it and even gladder that you told me," she said thinking about Sonny, fighting, secrets, lies, deceptions...
"No secrets," Jax said, reading her mind.
She took his hand and smiled at him. "All that matters is that we love each other, here and now and for the rest of our lives."
They kissed. And it was beautiful. It went straight to her heart and banished all the shadows there filling it with light, happiness, love and everything good. She was in a golden world where nothing could hurt her.
Safe. Loved. Beautiful. It was amazing how Jax could make her feel like that.
PRESENT
Brenda got out of bed, put on a robe, and began pacing. She had to admit that the thought of Sonny safely tucked away unable to harm her was reassuring. She just couldn't shake away her anxiety. She reminded herself that Sonny thought she was dead. And the extremely paranoid ended up on medication or in a rubber room. Brenda smiled at the thought of being hospitalized. Probably because of Sonny. She giggled at the image of herself in a straitjacket, attendants, and patients literally bouncing off walls. She glanced at Jax, wondering if her giggling had awakened him. Nope. Still sleeping. And probably disgustingly cheerful in the morning.
She thought as she heard her stomach growling, and thought about the strawberry fudge cheesecake she knew was in the fridge. To hell with the diet. The nausea of not eating was getting to her. She wouldn't be surprised if she keeled over. She went down the stairs silently, not even making a creak. She was experienced in sneaking around at unholy hours, especially in boarding schools.
She opened the fridge and spotted her quarry. She could eat the whole cake. Along with the double fudge chocolate ice cream in the freezer. Her stomach growled in anticipation. Half an hour later, she took the last bite of cheesecake and sighed in contentment at the sugar rushing to her brain. The cheesecake was gone, but there was still some of the ice cream left. Brenda paused in mid bite at the sound of a car engine.
The rich chocolate in her mouth suddenly tasted stale. She took the spoon out of her mouth and swallowed the ice cream slowly. It felt like swallowing a boulder. It was impossible for Sonny to know where they were! Maybe it was a servant. Although in all the time she had been here, she hadn't seen anyone other than Jax, but had seen evidence of people around. Comforted by the thought, her natural curiosity arose and gripped her. She HAD to know who it was.
She heard the car stop. She went to another part of the house and looked out the window. She saw a man shaped shadow. She blinked and looked again. Nothing. She turned and saw a car in front of Jax's brother's monstrosity and the door open. Brenda turned and ran for the door. Maybe she shouldn't... But who else could it be? She would finally meet the elusive Jerry Jacks. Out the door and down the path, she went. She wondered what kind of person built that kind of building. Well, she would find out in a few minutes.
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In the bushes between Jax’s villa and Jerry’s monstrosity, Ted shifted on the ground to get to the cell phone in his pocket. If he had any feelings, he would be very, very annoyed at the constant interruption of his job. Maybe annoyed enough to do a hit for free. Nah. He had his professional dignity. No freebies. He’d find someone to pay him to kill Corinthos.
"Well?" came Sonny’s querulous voice from the phone.
"Yes?" The faint question in his voice was as close to emotion he got to.
"Is Jacks dead yet?" Sonny had called for the upteenth time, asking this question. Ted considered all the ways Corinthos could die.
"No," came Ted’s wintry voice.
While Corinthos began his habitual rant, Ted idly watched Corinthos’ ex-girlfriend, Belinda or something, exit the villa and run barefoot to the architectural monstrosity. He watched how attractively she clutched her white robe and how her legs flashed underneath the cloth. He liked how her disheveled hair framed the anxious expression on her face. He wondered if she could hear Corinthos ranting on the phone 3 feet from her as he thought about how dainty her feet and ankles were when she passed by him.
She was of no interest to him. She was not the target. But he was somewhat grateful for the distraction from Corinthos. He’d make the death of her husband quick.
"Are you listening to me? Hey, listen to me! How dare you not listen to me!" yelled Sonny into the phone. The phone picked up the sound of a feminine voice and Corinthos answering back.
He waited for Corinthos. He thought about the peculiar island he was on. He waited and he heard Corinthos reassuring the female voice. He thought about killing Jacks. No more whiny mob boss. He just wanted this job to be over. No one said putting up with whiny mob bosses who called every few hours asking if the target was dead, and why not, was part of the job description.
"What use are you to me if you can’t even find the person you’re supposed to, ah, do?" came Corinthos’ worn out voice.
"I’ve found them," Ted said noncommittally.
He heard silence on the other end. "Well?" Corinthos demanded.
"Yes?"
"Where are they?"
"Kronos."
"Where?"
"Kronos."
"I heard you the first time! But where’s this G-d forsaken place Candy-boy’s keeping her?"
"Kronos is a Greek island."
"Oh." Another five seconds before Corinthos began again. "And why haven’t you hit Jacks?"
Ted finally noticed lights on in the architectural monstrosity. Maybe it was his target. He had a job to do. Interference was not tolerated. Sonny was an interference. He hung up and got ready to move.
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Jerry set his luggage in the foyer and idly turned on the lights, leaving a lit trail of his passage. He soaked in the solitude; his muscles finally relaxed since the Hayer & Doyt business crisis. He’d stay for a bit on Kronos, rewatch his favorite ‘genuine’ UFO sightings video tapes, and find out what Jax was doing here. It was either his little brother or an errant servant who had taken Jax’s plane for a joyride and was using his villa.
But confronting whoever was on the island retreat would have to wait. Now, where did he put Roswell: The Real Story? He absentmindedly loosened his tie with a Tigger pattern. He couldn’t buy another copy of his favorite Roswell video tape, since he didn’t remember where he had gotten it in the first place. It was very important he find it.
Jerry was very sure that it wasn’t in the tree house section so----
"Jerry Jacks?" said a strangely familiar voice.
He paused in mid—thought. All he could do was stare at the reflection of the room on the sliding glass doors. Himself in the middle of the room, a comfy couch behind him, big screen T.V., Tiffany lamp, mahogany coffee table with a video tape on top, and a petite brunette in a white bath robe silhouetted by the light in the next room.
He turned around with the trademark Jacks polished grace. He said, "Yes?"
He got a good look at the brunette and his eyes widened in surprise. This was one of the last places he expected to see her. "Grasshopper?"
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She had missed Jason’s kisses. She was too old to make out in Sonny’s living room. But somehow she found her legs over Jason’s, her fingers in Jason’s shirt collar pulling his lips to her lips and his hands in her hair. Just one more sweet kiss, and then they’d----
An incoherent scream brought her out of a daze. She felt Jason jerk away from their embrace, felt her legs slide off his, his arms extricated from her. She looked towards the sound and saw Sonny.
His hands opened and closed spasmodically. His face was red. Fury was written in every line of his body. Was he mad because he’d found them—No, it had happened before and Sonny had teased them. Was it because of a business deal? She had never seen him loose his composure like this. Maybe, maybe he had found out Brenda had faked her death. That was the only thing Robin could think of to make him this angry. Of course, she could be jumping to conclusions.
She stood up and took a few steps toward him. "What is it, Sonny?" she said soothingly.
He looked at her and she shivered. It was as if he weren’t seeing her, but something else. His eyes, his eyes were devoid of sanity. She was imagining things.
"What’s wrong?" asked Jason, confused.
She didn’t have to turn around to know Jason was looking around the room for the reason of Sonny’s anger.
She could barely make sense of what Sonny said next. To her, it sounded like gibberish. "Gerwayfroheeer!!"
Before her brain could make sense of it, Sonny strode away to his desk. Concern and bewilderment made her follow him. Sonny yanked out a desk drawer. She saw something brown coming towards her. She didn’t see it until too late. The corner of the desk drawer struck Robin’s temple. Blackness exploded in front of her eyes.
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"Jerry Jacks?" she said uncertainly to the five foot ten figure in a pinstriped white shirt and the charcoal grey pants that matched the jacket thrown on top of the luggage in the foyer.
He turned around. From her first look at him, he looked like Jax. But at a closer look, there were marked differences. His hair was a shade or two too dark to be blonde. He wore stylish wire rimmed glasses that failed to hide the mischievous sparkle in his green eyes. And he looked exactly like Jack, except five years older…
"Grasshopper?"
"J-jack?"
He stared blankly at her, then nodded in recognition. She always suspected Jack wasn’t his real name five years ago.
"What are you doing on Kronos, Grasshopper?"
This couldn’t be happening to her. It was. She placed her hands on her hips and said, "I could ask the same of you."
"This is my little retreat from the Mediterranean corporate world. Hey, I asked you first," the man said with a grin.
Wait a minute…. "You’re Jax’s brother?"
He opened his mouth as if to say something, then sighed. He nodded. "Yeah. You caught me." He narrowed his eyes and focused his intense gaze on her. "You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here."
She fought the old instinct to squirm and kept her stance. "I, um—"
"And how do you know Jax?"
"Of course I know him, I’m married to him," she said without thinking.
She watched as shock spread throughout his face. Why did she feel like she was in the Twilight Zone? Jack was actually Jax’s brother?
He laughed. "I always said you’d like my brother, but I had no idea you’d marry him! So you’re the model, Belinda?"
"Brenda. And how was I to know that you’re brother would turn out to be sweet, and the perfect gentleman and so not you?" she said crossly, folding her arms across her chest.
This made him laugh harder. "Oh ironies of ironies! I never thought to find you here! And I bet you never thought I’d be your brother-in-law," Jerry said in gasps.
He sobered suddenly. "I thought you said your name was Brittany."
"I thought you said your name was Jack," she shot back.
He smiled amused at the situation, and shrugged. He spread his arms out. "How about a hug for your brother-in-law?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. Jack, Jerry was as difficult and eccentric as she remembered. And he still hadn’t grown up if the Tigger patterned tie was any indication. She crossed the room to humor him.
Ted kept his eyes and his sniper’s rifle tracked on the man behind the sliding glass doors. Was he the target? He didn’t know Jasper Jacks wore glasses. And were those cartoon tigers on his tie? The picture he had showed Jax without glasses.
It would be best to wait. He detachedly watched the man and Corinthos’ ex-girlfriend interact with each other. She seemed upset with him, and he seemed to think it funny.
The cell phone began ringing. There were only a few people who knew the number. He was betting it was Corinthos.
"Not yet," he said before Corinthos could start his tirade and hung up.
The phone call and the two people hugging decided him. He wanted this job over and done with and the phone calls to stop. The man looked like the target and there he was, hugging his wife to confirm it. As the two figures broke away from the hug, he aimed and fired twice.
The target falling and the non-target’s scream confirmed it. Instead of making sure the target was finished as he usually did, he started thinking of who would pay to have Corinthos dead while packing his equipment.
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Brenda didn’t realize what was happening at first. There was a loud noise. Another one came at its heels, along with a stinging sensation on her calf. She felt warm liquid on the front of her robe. She saw Jerry fall, his hands clawing at her back.
She dimly realized she was screaming. A wave of nausea pushed at her. Oh, she was going to throw up. Ambulance. He needed help. Where was Jax? Was he okay? She had to call, to call a doctor. Where was the phone? She looked around the room, searching for a phone.
A cool, detached inner voice told her it was too dark to see. She turned on the Tiffany lamp. Now the phone. There was no phone. Who was screaming? Oh, her. No time to panic. Jack’s, Jerry’s life could depend on her keeping cool. It was then that her brain registered the loud noise; it was the sound of a gunshot. An edge of memory snagged at her. Guns, blood, panic. Sonny?
She ran into the other room and spotted the phone.
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Th-th-th-that's all folks! For now.=) And in the future, I will try not to leave such a big gap between parts. Although I can't promise anything.
The real reason why I'm writing the author's notes at the end is to mostly thank Sonja Ria, who got me through the Aol Persecution of my poor fanfic and without her help, it wouldn't have been what it is now. If it weren't for her, I'd probably be stuck somewhere in the writer's block with no one on the street to ask directions of.
While I'm at this being grateful business, I want to thank Kira for running a great fanfic website especially on the days when I can't see GH or when there are no J&B on the show.
I also want to thank the other fanfic writers out there for helping me through the J&B withdrawal.
Okay, I think you've had enough loooong author's notes from me. Send all thoughts, comments, criticisms, flames, lynch mobs to sablephoenix@hotmail.com. The flames will be used in the rebirth of the phoenix who must rise out of the ashes, renewed and better than ever. gulp. I hope =)