Mind Games Chapter One

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"Ian," Eve called out as she walked down the street, spotting him standing in front of the Recovery Room. She smiled as she neared him. Seeing him made her really happy now. Though so many things were convoluted in her life, she felt like she finally had something to hold onto.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me behind," She smiled as she neared him and reached out to him. As she did, he slipped through her fingers leaving her grasp for air. She blinked and stopped. She glanced around, wondering if she were asleep or awake. This all felt too familiar, like she'd experienced something so similar before.

"Leave you behind? My dear Eve, why would anyone leave you behind when you do such a good job of it yourself?"

She froze. She knew that voice. It had haunted her for years. She had run so far to put him behind her and now here he was....again. She thought he was suppose to be gone....incapacitated at the very least. She turned to face him, taking a deep breath and saying a quick prayer for strength before meeting his cold eyes.

"Eve," DV smiled coolly as he stepped forward using a cane while two henchmen flanked him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, hearing the tremor in her voice and wishing that she hadn't allowed herself to fear him after all this time.

"Isn't that obvious by now? I'm here to take away everything you ever had, just as you did from me."

Eve watched him waiting for his answer as she slipped her hands into her pockets, feeling her hands shaking.

"Your darling Ian," DV grinned, "My most successful creation yet. Quite realistic, wouldn't you say? I mean, you practically molested my psychic projection, Eve. I didn't know you'd taken to giving yourself to anything...with or without a pulse."

"Create...." She stopped as she spoke the words choking back the tears, "You did this to me again?"

"Oh no," DV answered firmly, "For the first and final time, Eve. You now know what it is to have everything you thought was secure ripped away from you. You know nothing. You have nothing. You are nothing, Eve."

"No....No..." She cried out watching him step forward. She stepped back again, feeling the tears slipping down her cheeks, "He was real. He loved me."

"Just as real and loving as you were to me, Eve," DV said tightly, "And now you have just as much as I do."

"No..." Eve cried out again, watching his henchmen converging on her. She spun around and raced down the street, running as fast as her feet would carry her as she turned down the alleyway and abruptly stopped, gasping and choking back a sob as she stared down the gun barrel.

Lucy sat back in her seat at the Grille and fidgeted with the napkin placed gingerly upon the plate in front of her. She stared at the paper in front of her and closed her eyes. She had carefully thought this out and made a decision about herself. If she was going to have Kevin again, she wanted her true Doc. She wanted the man that she had fallen in love with so long ago. She wanted the man that had loved her, and she wasn't going to accept anything less.

Now as she adjusted in her seat once more, she questioned if she was truly doing the right thing. Of course she was and one day, Doc would understand. At least she could only hope he would. She took a deep breath and asked the universe for strength as she spotted Kevin at the door.

His eyes roamed the restaurant before settling on Lucy. He smiled as he crossed the room and sat across from her, "Lucy."

"I'm glad you asked me here tonight. There are so many things we need to discuss."

"Yes there are," She nodded, taking a moment to go over her decision one last time.

"I think we need to deal with all the emotions that have been opened up for us again."

"Again?" Lucy asked as she watched him, "Doc, my love for you was never shut off. I just tried to ignore it for a little while but it was always there."

"Lucy, I think we both needed some time to decide what it was we really felt."

"Maybe we did," She said realizing that her decision was truly the right one...for more reasons than one, "And that's why I asked you here."

"You want us to reconcile?" Kevin asked with a smile as he took her hand, "Lucy, I want that for us if we take this one step at a time," He said covering their hands with his free hand.

Lucy pursed her lips, "Actually..." She withdrew her hand from his, "I've been thinking about that. I don't think that would be such a good idea."

"I've met someone else, Kevin," She said lightly, "A younger man who just seems to understand me. He doesn't judge me and he doesn't try to make me into someone that I'm not," She said pointedly, "He's actually the perfect match for me."

"What? Lucy.." Kevin's brow furrowed, "Wait just a minute. You met someone? I thought we were..."

"You were trying to work things out with your wife, Kevin," Lucy replied matter of factly, "And I....well, I didn't think that I should just sit at home with bated breath while you were living happily ever after. I deserve some happiness too, Doc. I deserve to have someone love me for me, not trying to change me or thinking of someone else while they're looking at me. I don't need that. I've come to a point in my life where love is everything. Everything else is irrelevant. Reece understands that."

"He's a man I met while you and Eve were back together. I think he's the man I was always meant for, Doc." Lucy said enthusiastically, watching the dagger twist in Kevin's heart. While she hated it, now he knew what it felt like, "He is everything I could hope for."

Lucy glanced at her watch, "Actually, I should be going. I'm suppose to meet with him in a little while. I know you understand about this, Doc. You're such a great guy," She said in a hurry as she stood and kissed his cheek, "Ta."

Kevin watched Lucy bounce out of the restaurant and he looked back to the table. He felt his posture slump and his heart sink. His jaw was floating dangerously close to the floor as he tried to understand what had transpired over the last few minutes.

Lucy stood just outside the door and grinned. Phase one complete. She had him hooked.

Chris looked over at the source of the voice and watched her move. She was graceful, catlike in her movements. Every wave of a hand, every gliding step was made to capture a man's attention. She had his. She'd had his attention for several weeks now.

He watched as she looked over her shoulder, causing her long blond hair to fall over the supple skin of her upper back as she slowly raised the zipper on her dress, stopping at the small of her back. She turned to face him as she slipped the straps of her dress further up her shoulder and smiled at him, "Well?"

Chris wiggled his finger at her to motion her towards him. She stepped closer to him, their eyes holding one another before she leaned over him.

From his position on the bed, Chris had a pleasant view of her attributes and his grin grew like that of a Cheshire cat. He seized her waist and pulled her back to him.

She giggled as she was pressed into him and he tumbled her over onto the bed, covering her with his body as he kissed her passionately. As their lips parted she looked to him, "So I guess you do want me back next week?"

"Brandy, my dear sweet wonderful Brandy," He grinned watching her as she sat up and looked beside the bed to find her high heels, "Of course I want you back here next week."

"I thought so," Brandy smiled as she slipped her foot into a shoe before flexing her toes and slipping into the other one, "Chris, you're my favorite customer."

"Oh no baby," She grinned, "You're so much more," She said as she sat on the edge of the bed, "Now, there is one final matter of business we must attend to."

"Ah yes," Chris said pulling his money clip from the bedside table before peeling off several hundred dollar bills. He dropped the clip back upon the table before leaning forward and brushing a tender kiss to her lips, all the while tucking the wad of cash into her ample cleavage, "Payment...in full."

"Next week, Dr. Ramsey," She smiled as she walked out and closed the door behind her.

Chris threw back the sheets and sighed as he got out of bed. He walked into the living room and poured himself a martini. He took a long drawl from the glass before refilling and walking over to the sofa. He sank into the leather and took another sip of the martini.

Since getting rid of Livvie and Jack by sending them both away to Arizona, he'd been living a peaceful existence. To be honest, it was getting rather boring. He needed some excitement, some project to work on. He needed some focus in his life before he found himself in a downward spiral from which there would be no recovery.

Alison heard the commotion outside in the alley. Probably more alley cats. It seemed to be one stray animal after another that kept the alley clanging and banging into the wee hours of the morning.

She waited a few moments before there was perfect silence outside. That was unusual. Most of the time, the screeches and squealing kept up for half an hour. She walked to the door, waiting for more noise.

Oh, where was Jamal when she needed him? She huffed to herself before grabbing a flashlight and staring at the door. She took a deep breath before stepping out into the alley way and shining the light towards the garbage cans. She took a slow step forward, looking for any sign of the usual cat party that happened at night.

A calico cat leapt from one can to another in front of Alison causing to her to jump and drop her flashlight. She saw the cat's eyes penetrating the dark of night before she bent to pick up the flashlight and she groaned, "I am beginning to hate cats," She said tightly as she slipped her fingers around the flashlight and began to stand up.

As she did so, her light shined upon some black object just ahead. Alison tried to focus on the object but decided a closer object would be necessary. She stepped forward and shined the object higher before she screamed, "Someone call 911!!!" She screamed racing forward.

Frank ran out of the Recovery Room as he heard Alison's shriek. He rushed towards her, "What is it? What's wrong?"

"She's been shot," Alison stated as she looked down to the form of her friend sprawled across the pavement, watching Eve's life pour into the pool of blood under her head.

Frank rushed to check on Eve as he looked back to Alison, "Go inside and dial 911. Tell them to get here as soon as possible."

Alison quickly nodded among tears before she raced into the Recovery Room while Frank began his work as a paramedic.

"We've come through too much to lose you now, Eve," Frank urged as he looked over her wound, "You just hold on." As Frank surveyed the wound, all he could think of was that yet another psycho was running free around Port Charles.