| Little Miss-terious; Het fic w/ OFC, no rating yet | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Oct 3 2011, 04:31 PM (4,032 Views) | |
| Oh Hell | Oct 3 2011, 04:31 PM Post #1 |
The shadow hanging over you.
|
I don't know where I'm going with this yet. I have a little bit of an outline written out but, no real 'plot' as such. There's a chance that this could be a long read. A long road is ahead. This is all that's been written so far. If I lose focus, there may huge gaps in updates. So, are we all sitting comfortably? ------------------------------------------------------------------- Prologue Can I get another beer, Johnny? The whispered cadence of a young girl growled her need for more alcohol from underneath her folded arms. She'd been there for a while. Slowly filling her small body up with more and more beer. Her giggles flowed throughout the emptying bar, talking to a few older men who had tried to pick her up. Each one she'd hastily turned down. Not on your best day buddy... she'd say with a wistfully deviant grin and turn her face back to her bottle, downing it before asking for another. Her waist-length, brown hair covered most of her body when loose. Her face obscured, figure hidden. After drinking the final beer that the bartender brought to her, she left with a flick of her wrist for a goodbye. She leaned up and patted the bouncer's shoulder as she started to walk. “Want me to walk you home?” he asked, to no avail, the petite brunette slowly, drunkenly shaking her head in the short distance that she'd stumbled. Off and into the darkness. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Potentially long fic needs small, empty beginning. |
 |
 
|
| namenlos | Oct 3 2011, 05:19 PM Post #2 |
Was auch immer
|
I'm intrigued. 
|
|
|
| olyamet | Oct 3 2011, 05:19 PM Post #3 |
Jäger.....
|
Mmnn... nice so far. And it's you writing.. so... I'm IN!!!! 
|
|
|
| disposable_hero | Oct 3 2011, 05:21 PM Post #4 |
Bad Seed
|
Alright, all hands on deck, time to do some writing. I love it, so that obviously means you have to continue 
|
|
|
| Oh Hell | Oct 3 2011, 05:47 PM Post #5 |
|
The shadow hanging over you.
|
Weeee. Commentses! Dankoo! Here's the first proper chapter. ---------------------------------------------------- Chapter One The next night, the exact same routine. Same bar, same beer but, there was one huge difference. It was near to closing time and the bar was still packed. To the rafters. I could hear muffled roars of 'lock in!' all around me. The music was much louder than usual, the bar staff were absolutely ran off their feet... and I was surrounded. By excitable, sweaty bodies. When I was walking up here, about an hour ago, I walked past a popular, local music venue. There was music coming from inside. Loud and pouring out into the streets. I recognised one of the songs, as I was walking past, as being a song that was on a mix tape that my friend had given me as a birthday present. There were no names or song titles written on the slip inside the plastic container that he'd given it to me in. So, I had no idea who was in there. No idea who was playing that song to me when I fell asleep at night with my headphones on. Well hooked up to my walkman. I carried on by with a smile and entered the bar as per usual, sitting right in front of Johnny, the barman that's here most nights. The barman that likes to tell me that I drink way too much for 'a chick of your stature'. Yeah, right. I love my booze more than I love my liver, I'll drink as much as I like dude. Which brings me to right now. It's heading up for two in the morning and... I should be home but, I've never seen this amount of people gathered in such a small bar in my life! It's astounding. Daunting. I'm sat here at the bar, nervous that some Dick or Jane's going to knock me off their stool as they dive for attention. Like baby birds waiting for their mother to feed them. Four beers. Two shots of Tequila and three of vodka. Bar orders that all sounded similar... until I heard someone loudly yell at poor Johnny. “Bottle of Jagermeister, bottle of Smirnoff, five pitchers of your best beer and two bottles of white wine.” Wow. That was a lot of alcohol. An expensive bar tab if I ever heard one. I tilted my head up to look at the guy, seeing his loose white t-shirt first and then... messy black ringlets. He didn't look like he could afford it at all. “Sounds like a great way to go if you came here to die...” I mumbled, half-hoping he'd heard me. He twitched his head down to look at me and smiled. Had the most dorky looking set of teeth on the face of the planet. “Yeah, a great way.” he nodded enthusiastically, placing his hands on the bar. I sat up with a lurch, stomach flipping as I looked at him properly. He was cute. Definitely cute. I had a feeling that my stomach doing somersaults had nothing to do with the hottie in front of me but, the alcohol. I tucked my hair behind my ear and called to Johnny “Look after my beer...” before hustling to the bathroom. I idly tied my hair back as I moved, fearing for the fact that soon, the garish pattern on the floor, could be given an ugly facelift. Fortunately, it was a total false alarm. I sat on the seat for a few minutes, waiting for the feeling to go off. I hated throwing up. The thought of it scared me half to death. The feel, the urges before hand, the untimely arrivals. While I waited for the hideous feeling to disappear, I tied my hair into a single, long braid and tapped my feet on the floor. I headed back out and found that my seat had been taken. Filled by a tall blonde, who'd sat down next to where the cute guy was standing. I'd never been one for subtlety, nor tact. I walked back over to where the two men were talking loudly about sound. An odd subject. Didn't matter. I was about to interrupt. “Hey. 'scuse me, you're in my seat.” I slurred, jabbing the blonde guy in the shoulder abruptly. He turned around slowly to me and shocked me with his appearance. I knew his face. Not sure who he was but, I definitely recognised him. “I am?” he raised his eyebrow and smirked at me. “Has it got your name on it?” he grumbled. “See, now I've heard that so many times that yeah, it does have my name on it.” I folded my arms over my chest and tilted my head, staring at him. “In purple marker under the rim of the seat.” He laughed. They all laughed. “Why don't you go ahead and stand up and check?” I stood, defiant. When he got up and then crouched down to look, I sat back on the stool where he'd once been and waited for him to get back up. When he did, he scoffed and nodded. “Thank you.” I smirked. The cutie looked at me and then to his friend and nodded. “Smart.” he grinned. “Done that often?” “Who cares,” the blonde one muttered. “she stole my seat.” “But, it does have my name on it doesn't it?” The blonde leered at me and his friend pulled him back. “She was sat there, James. I just spoke to her before she split.” he tilted his head. “Does it really have her name on it?” “If her name's 'Alison' it does...” ---------------------------------------------------- Heee. |
|
|
| olyamet | Oct 3 2011, 06:00 PM Post #6 |
|
Jäger.....
|
Awesome first meeting!!! Smart girl! Love her already!
|
|
|
| namenlos | Oct 3 2011, 06:48 PM Post #7 |
|
Was auch immer
|
"Heee" is right. I like Alison already. 
|
|
|
| disposable_hero | Oct 3 2011, 06:49 PM Post #8 |
|
Bad Seed
|
Oh, I like her.
|
|
|
| MetallicaObsessed | Oct 3 2011, 06:54 PM Post #9 |
Blackened
|
I am so diggin this! Great start! I will suffer long gaps in updates as long as you promise to give them! Great job! |
|
|
| Oh Hell | Oct 3 2011, 07:59 PM Post #10 |
|
The shadow hanging over you.
|
Yay! *bounce* I love you guys. Okay. Have a little more. I have to go sleep now but, hopefully, you'll have some more tomorrow maybe. TYSM ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter Two Yeah, that's me. Alison Maynard. I grinned and nodded at James and took my guarded beer bottle from Johnny. “So, what's your name?” I peered over his shoulder at the curly haired man that he was here with. “Oh, I'm Kirk...” he smiled happily at me with a tint of mischief in his eye. Oh, here we go. “Hammett.” he continued, extending his hand to me. I didn't shake his hand. I could tell that it wasn't what he was after. Not even in the same polite vein. “Pleasure...” I smiled. The way James looked at him after he'd introduced himself sparked up an image in my mind. “You.” I pointed at him. “You play guitar.” “Yeah...” James' lips curled up into a grin. “Don't think you're 'in' here.” I motioned towards myself with a smirk. “I saw you in a magazine. I have absolutely no recollection of who you are though...” I admitted with a smile. “Yeah, we just played a gig down the street.” Kirk told me. “Really? That was you?” Nodding with acknowledgement, I tilted my head. “Your drummer's bass was disturbing my quiet, nightly walk to this here establishment.” I could've cared less whether Kirk was indeed the drummer or not. It made no difference to me. “His tone kind of gave me earache. You could do with a proper drum tech.” I smiled, downing the last of my drink. James snorted. “I'm sure he'd love to hear that.” he grinned. So it wasn't Kirk. Good. I didn't feel like talking to any more of this apparent band's members. “Lars,” he yelled. “This chick said you suck!” No. Please, don't come over. I like to drink in silence. I didn't need people crowding around me. Never mind men looking to prove how big their balls are in the music world. I had to leave. I stood up and walked to the end of the bar, finding Johnny. “Johnny, I'll see ya!” I yelled to him. “Too loud for me...” he nodded towards me, still running around, tending to the gaggles of scantily clad girls flocking around the bar. As I began to leave, I felt a hand clasp around my wrist. I stopped, sighed hard, laughed emptily and pursed my lips. “Yes?” I didn't even turn around. It was probably George. “You sure you should be leaving alone?” I turned back just enough to catch a lock of blonde, messy hair in my view. “There are plenty of nearly naked chicks throwing themselves at you there, James. I can take care of myself. I'm a girl not an invalid.” I snorted. “Stay.” he demanded. Not likely bud. “I don't know you. I've never seen you before in my life. I'm going home.” I told him with succinct conviction. “Should've been back ages ago.” He laughed. “'Mommy and Daddy told me never to talk or hang with strangers', right?” I'd been annoyed with his presence up to that moment. His brash, forward persona irritated me. This however was different. I froze, turned to him fully, yanked my hand from his grip and backed away from situation. “You have... no...” I growled, leaving my sentence unfinished before turning and leaving. Quickly. I didn't even say goodbye to Tom, the bouncer. He called after me but, I ignored him and carried on. They weren't to know. James and Kirk, I mean. The bar staff all know. I usually left the bar just after sundown. When there was still enough light to able to see where I was going. It was... difficult to find my way back after it got too dark. I'd remembered to bring my torch with me tonight. The closer it got to late fall, the harder it got. It always took me just over an hour and change to get home. I opened the front door and sat down on the floor, closing it behind me. I undressed where I was sat and opened a second door, tossing my clothes inside and leaving my dirty boots in the porch. I crawled into my bed and buried myself in blankets. Just go to sleep. Dream of tomorrow. They'd never understand why I live this way. It doesn't matter. I'll never see them again... |
|
|
| olyamet | Oct 3 2011, 08:14 PM Post #11 |
|
Jäger.....
|
Aaawww... now I want to know more about her!!! Love dark secrets.
|
|
|
| larscriancinha | Oct 3 2011, 08:32 PM Post #12 |
Larsybaby
|
Oh, I'm hooked.  I'm intrigued to know what's going on with her.
|
|
|
| Oh Hell | Oct 3 2011, 09:24 PM Post #13 |
|
The shadow hanging over you.
|
K so I lied, one more. Now I must go sleep -------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Three The following day... Lunch time. Best time of day. I love cooking, I love eating. Cooking outdoors was one of my favourite things to do. Preparing ingredients in the natural environment that they were sown in to, makes me feel better for not having grown them myself. It was just kind of impossible in the rain. I looked out of my tiny window when I woke up, in complete despair. “I was going to make soup today too...” I grumbled aloud to the only person within earshot. Myself. “Oh well, pasta indoors it is.” I set up my stove, grabbed a plate, some tomatoes, onions and garlic and the pasta and took my time carefully preparing it all. When it was done, some forty minutes later, I served it up and went back to bed, clearing everything away for now, so that I could eat in comfort. I sat up, bundled in the blankets and ate the delicious pasta. Nice and hot and tasty. Just what I needed. I mulled over what happened last night in my head. The blonde one... he struck a hard-borne nerve in me. Mommy and Daddy. I snorted at the thought of him and quickly finished my food. I mean how old does he think I am? Thinks I still need a chaperone. Bastard. Forget him. Figment of the imagination. ------------------------------------------------- A few hours later, I decided to head back to the bar. It was the only place in which I managed to find solace. My solace was found at the bottom of every beer bottle that I emptied. Tonight, I wasn't much in a drinking mood though. Just hoping to hang out with the bar staff and their regular patrons. I rounded the corner on the approach... Loud. Thumping. Music. Again. Coming from the bar. No point going home now. I'm here. Just hope and pray that some other band's in town. Please. Tom stopped me as I reached the door. “Hey, Allie, wait...” he whispered, sounding concerned. “What is it? You look worried...” “'the hell happened last night?” Oh. That. “I'm sorry, I was rude... just some random guy. Ticked me off is all...” He raised his head. “Oh... the blonde guy?” “Yeah... said his name was--” “James.” Oh... oh fuck, I know that look. “Yeah... Tommy, spill it. Who is he?” He sighed. Okay, definitely not what I want to hear. “He's James Hetfield. The band playing down the road... he's their frontman.” his eyes were kinda glowing a dull red. “And I can't get a night off this week to go see them. I mean... it's Metallica goddammit...” Met-- M... Metallica? You have got to be-- “Fucking kidding me...” “Why, what is it?” I trembled where I stood. “Nothing. Are they here?” “Allie... tell me, what's the matter?” “I said... nothing, Tommy. Answer me.” “Yes, they're here.” “Right...” I turned on my heel and stomped away. God. No. This is a pure, unadulterated nightmare. I didn't get far before I fell to the curbside and tucked my knees underneath my chin and began to think about why that... name... killed me so much inside. My Dad. He's... in a... home. For the mentally ill... when I was fourteen, he... took an overdose. Heroin. Left him brain... dead. He doesn't know who I am. I don't recognise him any more... that's all I want to say on the subject. Anyways, he used to... sit in the living room and play this same tape over and over again. Whilst getting so shit faced that he couldn't move. The tape was called 'No Life 'til Leather'. Metallica. Emblazoned on the front cover of the little plastic box. It was those same guys in the bar that my Dad used to kill himself to. The same songs that they probably played today. I can't look into the eyes of the men that made the soundtrack to my Dad's self-destruction again. I can't go back in there. Not until I know they're gone. For good. Their music 'killed' my Daddy... |
|
|
| namenlos | Oct 3 2011, 09:49 PM Post #14 |
|
Was auch immer
|
Aw, poor Allie.  She really should give James a chance though, he doesn't know what his music did to her dad.
|
|
|
| larscriancinha | Oct 3 2011, 10:27 PM Post #15 |
|
Larsybaby
|
Oh wow. I agree, poor Allie. 
|
|
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
|
|
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Active Metallica Fan Fictions · Next Topic » |
6:00 AM May 22