They sat there in complete darkness. There was no light from the moon. There was no light from cars driving by. Driving was
suicidal at this point.

Lucky could see Liz’s breathing quicken. He held her tighter.

"Hey. You OK?" he asked.

"Yeah," she muttered out.

He knew she was lying. He could tell. She couldn’t hide her feelings that well, he knew it. He had seen that trait before in her.
He ran his hand through her hair.

"It’s gonna be OK."

"Lucky, the power just went out. It’s been raining non stop for hours and it’s really, really heavy. And that’s no breeze out
there. I mean that wind is, is.."

"Nothing to worry about."

"Yes it is Lucky."

He was scared too. She could sense it. He had never been in something like this before. He didn’t know, what was going on.
He had no idea there was a hurricane bearing down on them at that moment. She knew, or had heard about it, but didn’t think it
would happen.

Jim Jacobs knew. He saw it coming before anyone. He looked at the radar loop for what seemed to be the millionth time.
Estimates around the Port Charles region were about 5 inches so far. Rainfall averaged 2 to 3 inches per hour now. Isis was
unleashing her fury. Her greatest threat was yet to come though.

As a precaution, the National Weather Service issued a Tornado Watch for all of New York until 2 in the morning. It was 7:45.

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"Oh my God. What was that?" Bobbie asked.

The lights at General Hospital ceased. The power quit. GH was in total blackness. People were screaming.

A moment later the back up generator kicked on. The lights were restored and power was working well again.

Bobbie turned to Amy who was behind the counter.

"Is this from that storm?"

"I think so. They say we’ve gotten a whole lot of rain."

"Well, my shift it over. I’m going to go check up on Lucas."

"Bye."

"Bye Amy."

She walked to the elevator. Walking in she felt a sense of uneasiness.

"Something’s not right," she thought.

The elevator began it’s journey downward upon her selection of the first floor. She could hear the rain. It sounded like a horde
of horses galloping furiously all over the roof. It was loud, constant, fierce. The elevator stopped. The doors opened and she
exited. She walked to her car. The lights were somewhat dim, not still at full power, but enough for GH to run efficiently. She
set foot in the parking lot. She felt a swish. Looking down she realized her shoes were in water.

"Good Lord!"

Water was everywhere. It was starting to flood the lower parking deck where she was forced to park that morning. A sound
caught her ear. It was the top of the parking deck. It sounded like it was cracking. It wasn’t. Yet.

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"I’ve got to get out of this!" said a man being blown across the park. The wind was horrendous. His hair was flying in every
direction. His coat flaps were melding to his sides. The rain was stinging, biting him. He needed shelter. He found it in the
catacombs.

"This will do."

He was wrong. He walked in. There was no light to forewarn him, no light to save him. Isis had no sympathy for her victims.

His scream could not be heard over the wind and rain. The catacombs were bursting at the seams. Once they were filled, the
rest of Port Charles was prey to the predator.

The man felt the water up to his waist, but he never saw the dip, the fall, the 2 foot drop that he could not recover from. The
current usurped him and thrashed him to every which way it could. He had found his shelter. His plan was not to get to this
place for many more years, later in life, but Isis wanted different.

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"I guess we should get some candles huh?" Lucky asked.

"Yeah."

She was still trembling a little. He hugged her.

"Hey. We are going to be fine. I’m here OK. I won’t let anything happen to you."

"I know."

"I mean I’d die before I let something happen to you."

"Don’t say that."

"I mean it."

"Yeah I know you do."

He smirked.

"My hero," she said somewhat relaxed now.

He stood up tall and proud. He would give his life to save her, to protect her. He could see her fear. His goal was to get her
mind off the storm.

"After we get some candles, wanna listen to some music?"

"Sure. You going to sing?"

"Perhaps," he grinned.

That was just what she wanted right now; to hear his voice, to hear him sing. She was calm now. But she had this feeling
something was going to happen. Something was.

"Let’s go then," he said.

They walked out of the room together, hand in hand. He ran into the doorknob. She laughed.

"Okay, there should be some in my parents’ room."

They opened the door.

"Look at the rain," Liz remarked.

"Yeah, it’s pretty loud huh?"

He felt his way around the room and found the closet. He opened it and searched for two candles. Elizabeth looked out the
window.

"The whole street’s out. Find em?"

"Yeah. I think these are vanilla. The look white. I can’t tell."

She laughed again.

"It’s vanilla. I can smell them over here."

He’s so sweet she thought.

"Got matches?"

"Right here!" he said.

They went back to his room. They sat down on his bed and placed one candle on his desk and another on the dresser. Liz lit
them both. Light glimmered faintly through the room.

"Where’s your radio?" she asked.

"Right here."

The batteries were dead.

"Wanna just talk or something?"

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Jim Jacobs saw something at 8:23. The radar was showing a swirl. Isis was holding strong to her hurricane status. She was on
the line, minimal now with only 75 MPH winds. Her core was close to Charles Street. She was not going to lose her status
without one big bang.

At 8:31, her last hurrah came. A tornado warning came blaring out for Port Charles. It was making a beeline to Charles Street.
There was no television access to alert people. Radio was the only means of communication.

"Sure, we can get batteries later. We don’t need the radio right now anyway," he replied.
 

                                            Chapter 14

"Attention. A tornado warning in now in effect for the Port Charles area. Radar has indicated what appears to be a tornado
heading near the Charles Street area. A tornado warning is now in effect.."

General Hospital was buzzing at this announcement heard on the radio. Bobbie was still waiting to leave. She was supposed to
get off an hour before, but she decided to hold off until the rain receded. It hadn’t.

"Good thing Luke and Laura aren’t home," she said.

She was relieved at that. Then another thought caught her mind.

"I hope Lucky’s OK."

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Laura Spencer sat on the plush sofa in the home in Switzerland. She had been out with Lesley Lu all day. They had gone to the
park, and done some sight seeing too. Luke was out at a local bar hobnobbing with the locals and sampling some cigars on his
walk home.

When he returned he noticed his pumpkin asleep on the sofa. Lulu was resting too. He went and watched some program on the
TV set.

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"Well, not a lot of light but it’ll do I guess," Elizabeth said.

"I can see what I want perfectly."

He had gotten bolder since he kissed her. He was less subtle about letting her know how he felt. He thought it was him merely
trying to find out if she felt the same way about him.

"Me too," she replied.

"You know," she began, "we never did get to finish our conversation at Kelly’s this morning."

"Yeah I know."

The heard a noise. It was faint.

"What was that?" she asked.

He could feel it again, her tenseness returned.

"I don’t know."

He knew. It sounded like a train. He could barely make it out, but that’s what it seemed.

"Anyway, as I was saying.."

"Oh it was nothing really. I was just kinda rambling about stuff."

"Oh," she said.

Something’s up she thought. She could tell it in his eyes. He was afraid of something.

The sound billowed again. This time it was louder. Clearer. Longer.

"That really doesn’t sound good," she said.

"I know. Maybe we should go to the basement or something."

"Sounds good."

"Let’s go."

They blew out the candles and took them along. The walked to the top of the stairs and began working their way down. As
they came to halfway to the bottom they saw the water.

"Oh man," Lucky said.

"Water’s all in here."

‘It’s everywhere," he said.

"Um, maybe the basement isn’t such a good idea."

"Now what?" he thought.

It was getting louder.

"Back upstairs?" she asked.

"In a sec. I wanna get something."

"OK. Wait, let me come with you."

"Sure thing."

It was up to their ankles. The water was oozing in through front door. It was a mess and it wasn’t halting.

On their way to the couch Lucky tripped. Liz grabbed his shirt and they tumbled onto the couch. Lucky was on the couch with
Liz on top of him. They were laughing.

"Thanks for catching me," he grinned.

"Anytime," she smirked.

It wasn’t planned. She didn’t know why she decided to do it. Her instincts finally gave in and she did what she had wanted to
do for months now. She leaned down to him and kissed him. It wasn’t a romantic setting, nor was it supposed to be. She had
finally realized it, she loved him. She had said it to herself and thought about it, but now she truly believed it.

Lucky was taken off guard. He didn’t expect it and he really didn’t mind it either. His mind was screaming. She had kissed him.
Not the other way around. He had always waited for her to make the first move, waiting till she was ready. She was.

The train was at their doorstep. The sound was deafening. The house was shaking. Isis was venting her wrath in the worst of
ways.

They got up. Neither one said a word.

"Lucky.."

"Hey," he responded with a grin.

He took her hand. Their eyes met and focused on one another. They weren’t just friends anymore they both thought. Things had
changed.

"Elizabeth.."

"What?"

"I love you."

The door exploded off the hinges. In their moment of time, they were oblivious to everything happening outside, the hurricane,
the train sound. They would regret that.

It was fast and furious. Neither one knew what was happening.

The wind from the tornado clawed the house to its knees. Rain flooded the floors, the rooms, everything it could touch. The
roof detached and came crashing down. Pictures, like darts, shot into the walls. Laura’s prized flowers were decimated. The
table and chairs were ground up and spit into a neighbor’s yard. Doors swung madly, contents flying into the air. It was wicked,
wild, deadly.

And just as soon as it hit, it was gone. Like a snap of the fingers, the tornado retreated. But Isis wasn’t done. She was fading,
but she was not done. Her eye was over Charles Street now. It was calm.

Liz woke up. She was groggy. It had to have been a dream she thought. He said ‘I love you’ and then it went wacky on us she
recounted.

She couldn’t see anything. She was buried under piles of debris.

"It wasn’t a dream," she said.

Something was on top of her. It was heavy, not extremely, but somewhat. She couldn’t tell what it was. She started to readjust,
to get out of all the mess and find Lucky.

She shifted to the left and crawled out. Her head was hurting, bleeding. Her arm felt funny too she thought.

"Lucky?" she said softly.

She remembered the pile of debris on her.

"What was all that stuff anyway?"

She looked down at it again. Slowly, she removed all sorts of objects from the Spencer house. She found one she didn’t
expect. She screamed.

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In Switzerland Laura’s nap ended abruptly. She shot straight up. Only one word came out, it was a scream.

They were two separate cries, one from a mother and one from a would be girlfriend. But they were about the same person.

They both screamed,

"LUCKY!"


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