Femme Fatale (The Dangerous Game Between Life And Death)

Chapter Two: The Search

"Stop right there!" A voice behind Lucifer said, followed by a series of deafening gunshots, which he tried avoiding. He saw blood gushing out of his knee, f**k! He has been shot!

Moving with an injured bleeding knee was difficult; he needed to stop the bleeding before it got out of hand, and he was worried about baby Elyse at the same time. He didn't want his baby caught in between his fight nor pay for his own sins; she was just an innocent, tiny bundle. He looked around frantically, "I need to hide Elyse", he thought, then he caught sight of a dustbin pan some few blocks away from where he was standing; he could still hear the voices of Deamon's men as they searched for him quarter to quarter.

He limped quickly towards the dustbin, opened the lid, and dropped the baby in it, covering her with his blazer. "This should keep you warm; my princess Daddy will be back in a few minutes, okay; I'm sorry, love," he said, leaving the lid half closed so the baby could breathe in healthy oxygen. Looking around well enough to make sure no one saw him, he limped away. After limping several blocks away, he stopped. He took off his shirt and ripped it into two halves, which he used to tighten his knee to stop the bleeding for the time being. "This should do"! He grunted in pain.

Lucifer evaded Deamon and every single one of his men. The ones that got in his way, he killed. He used the shot silencer he got from one of the men. Knowing the alleys better than they do hidding wasn't difficult for him. But he was still in pain, and his concern was for his daughter, who was still in the bin. "Damn! You are all useless!! You mean, none of you men can take care of just ONE man!!! One wounded man!!!! Deamon yells in rage.

"Sorry Boss," his men apologize, all looking downcast. "Y'all shut that trap of yours! He snapped, "If we don't find him, both you and I will pay dearly for it; gather the rest of the men, he said to one of his men, Richard, search the entire neighborhood, including every single hospital, clinic, and medical establishment, both renown and unknown, search them all in the morning, he's wounded and bleeding; he'll want to treat that, and he couldn't have gotten far with that wound, saying that he walked away. Lucifer, who had been peeping from his hiding place, heard everything that was said. He limped down his hiding place, going in the direction of where he hides his daughter.

"Elyse! Elyse!! Oh my God!!! He exclaimed with almost a shout. As he frantically searched inside the bin as if he were looking for a needle. Elyse is gone! He couldn't find her where he had placed her. "Where's my daughter?" He muttered, shaking with rage. He was sure Deamon and his men didn't find her; they would have made mention of it; Deamon wouldn't have been so enraged at not finding him. "Who could have taken Elyse?" He wondered; he was so sure no one had seen him drop her in the bin too.

Dawn was coming; he had to go and meet his wife and little baby in the underground hidout he had built for this purpose when his family's life was at stake. He had told Betty that a day like that might come and had told her the secret code, blinking thrice in succession, of where she should head once this happened. He knew, especially that when he might want to start living a normal life with his family, the organization would never let him; he was bound to them forever, or so they think. "I'll come back and find you, Elyse, I promise." He got on his feet and limped away towards the direction of the sunrise.

"Where is the baby?" asked Betty once Lucifer was in the underground bunker. "Are you and the baby safe?" He asked, "Yes, yes, where's Elyse? Where's my baby?"