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| Cannot the Kingdom of Salvation Take Me Home?; James/OFC, Cliffs death, het, James POV | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: April 30, 2012, 6:46 am (1,163 Views) | |
| jjharkess | April 30, 2012, 6:46 am Post #1 |
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Please don't kill me over this, it's my first fanfic, like, ever so... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a cold September's night, and we were off touring, again. There was no where to look other then at the patched up windows,the puddle of vomit staining the beige carpet like the war salting the earth or the fighting duo in the corner. "Piss off, man. You ain't havin' it, cracker-jack mo-fo." The small Mexican looking man said, in-raged at the other young man. -Cliff... What are we going to do with you?- I thought before the taller man stood. " It's just for one night, Hammster. C'mon man." Pulling the, what I assumed to be, a joint from his slightly parted lips, Cliff grinned. I, on the other hand, I was getting sick of them. " You two cock-knockers shut the hell up, just for one second." Cliff and Kirk both looked at me as I took the last beer from the fridge. The last one; the last one for eight fuckin' miles, thank god. I liked drinking, so what. It's 1986 man, and the Swedish know their alcohol. I ain't like I have a problem, but then again that's what most alcoholics say. " It ain't fair man. Kwirk got to sleep in the nice bed last night." Cliff whined, an almost angered look plastered on his face. " Draw cards asshole. Person who has highest gets to choose where to sleep." I then looked at a sedated Lars, poor guy didn't have a choice where to sleep. Chapter 2: One Bad Card. " Ace of Spades, bitches!" Cliff yelled excitedly as he looked at the short, Mexican looking man with a sadistic grin. " I want your bed." " Fine, I guess I didn't want it anyways." Kirk said, his dark brown/black hair flickered in the slight gust of wind, produced by the open window to the left of him. Although he was acting like he didn't care, I know Kirk was worried, considering that the bus wasn't the best thing to be staying in, he looked fine. " Well, I'll catch you dicks tomorrow. Laters." I said before patting Cliff on the shoulder as I turned away. Swallowing the beer as quickly as I could before Lars woke up and bugged me, I hid the can under the bunk before lying on the bed. Chapter 3 : Loss and Death. Screaming... The fucking screaming. " Th' fuck?!" I asked as the jug filled with hot coffee poured over me. - What the hell is happening? I though, trying to over come the pain and burning sensation. Within only a few seconds, I found myself on the roof of the bus as it began to roll into a ditch. My arms and legs were cut, not that badly, but it stung like a bitch. " Kirk, Lars, Cliff! Where the fuck are you guys?" I called but only Lars responded. Kirk was half way out of the hatch when he looked back, his usually tanned face was a extremely pale white. With fear of the bus exploding, Lars and I took off after him. " You alright?" I asked, trying to be the calmer one out of us, but I suddenly realised that there was some one missing... Cliff... I ran back over to the bus, not caring for the dangers of the machinery rolling over or anything, I didn't give one shit; I only knew my friend was some where and maybe injured. I was shocked to see what I'd found, a pair of skinny purple-is red-ish legs sticking out the side of the bus. The driver just looked at me. " Hey, soorry pahul. Ehy- uhh." Although he didn't complete what he was saying, I couldn't help but think it was over for Cliff. I turned to the driver quietly before pulling at the cold legs of my friend; my brother. " Help me out, man." I said to the driver as he reached down. Hate sprang into my heart as the man, Olof, began to pull at the blanket beside the body. " Don't you fuckin' do that." I swear at that time I wanted to wrap my hands around the fuckers neck, and I would have if Lars wasn't there to stop me. " Seer, eet vaasn't me. Eet vaas dee blahyk eyce." " Black ice.. Black ice my fuckin' ass! Cliff is there, probably dieing and you just..." I was well aware of the tears beginning to run down my cheeks. The small Danish man, Lars, was crying too. Looking away, I began to walk until I was sure there was no ice or anything. It was just me, in underwear and socks, at least a mile from the others. Seeing the ambulance speed past reminded me of Cliff, both things that had happened previously and why I was in this position in the first place. Chapter four: Memories of a Dead Man. " Cliff, come on. The bus will be here soon." Kirk yelled as he finished combing his hair for the second time that day. He seemed some what overjoyed about this tour, but I couldn't blame him. Lars was going over his drumming before twirling the sticks between his fingers with bravado. Grumbling, Cliff pulled the blankets off of himself. " Yeah, I need to have a shower. Just call out when we need to go." And with that small variation of words, Cliff ran into the bathroom with his bell bottom jeans and Misfits shirt. " Knowing him, we'll be forty by the time he comes out." Lars joked, and it took me a few minutes to get that. Yeah, I was drunk off my ass, I started drinking early, so sue me. It had been at least an hour before Cliff came out, combing his now dark brown hair. " When are we supost to go?" Lars looked at his watch with a raised eyebrow. " Half an hour ago." " Keep your eyes on the road man." I yelled as the car started to swerve between lanes. He wasn't the best of drivers and god, blastin' that Misfits shit didn't make him any better. Suddenly a bunch of kids rear ended us, and we were already late for the show. Eyes now red with anger, Cliff ran out checked the back of his beloved car. " Oh god dude, sorry." The kids apologized profusely. Cliff just related at the damage before looking at the driver. " Don't worry, it's a piece of shit anyway." That was the first time I heard him talk about his car like that. And the last. Chapter five: A New Beginning or A Dead End? I suddenly awoke, a blanket around my shoulders. In my blurry sight, I could see the bus being elevated by a crane. "Cliff," was all I could manage to say before crawling over to the bus. A loud thud sent me back to my spot, a cracking sound closely followed. At that point, I knew Cliff had passed. My brother... My best friend... My inspiration... Gone, forever |
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| Jik Hyun | April 30, 2012, 2:33 pm Post #2 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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god that was so vivid. |
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| Shayniz21 | April 30, 2012, 7:29 pm Post #3 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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this is very good, your doing a great job!!! |
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| jjharkess | May 1, 2012, 5:56 am Post #4 |
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@Shayniz: Tak, I hope you continue reading. :-)> @ Jik: Tak også If anyone wants, feel free to say/type what you think should come next, if you're lucky, I might just include it into the story line... And sorry it's really short. I can't find anything to talk about. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter six : Be Careful What you Wish... I suddenly remembered the time Cliff told me a story about his old work. "Well, I was by myself, right? And we always had to check our equipment before starting. So this one time, I set all the lawn movers up like in a auditorium an' fuckin' conducted them." God, Cliff could make anything into music, even lawn mowers. Cliff was the type of guy that gave no shits about anything, even when we gave him loads of it, I never saw him angry. Never in my whole life. It had been a whole year since he died, and every night it still haunts me. " Hey, Newkid. Get your ass over here, and bring me a beer while you're at it." I hollered loudly, the bassist came over, whimpering to his every command. He had some pretty big shoes to fill, and to get our attention took work. As my hand reached for the can, something to the left of us moved. A woman, blond hair, bewitching smile and gorgeous blue eyes. I wasn't sure if Jason could see, but I didn't really want him to either. " Wait for me." Within seconds, I was stumbling over to her. Here's your chance man, I thought before suddenly bowling the blond over. and chance gone. " Oh shit, sorry." I said as politely as possible. I didn't think that I would really be a pretty sight, I mean, Motorhead shirt, ripped jeans, leather jacket and hella greasy hair wasn't the best combination; nor was the slight paedo moustache coming on. " Hey, you're James Hetfield from Metallica." Oh God.... Chapter seven: Finally, King Something. Helping the young girl to her feet, I felt the need to let my hands linger over her voluptuous body. " Yeah, uh, sorry about that. Uh, I'm drunk as hell and uh..." I began to look over the girl once more before finally realising something. " Stacy? Holy shit balls. Out of all the places we could have met, it has to be at a strip joint... Wait, what the hell are you doing here?" A curious grin now plastered to my face. " Yeah, were you really expecting to find some one else with an ass this big?" a low chuckle issued from her parted, crimson red lips. " Anyway, how you doin' Jamie?" - She still remembers it, fuck...- Just to explain, a few months ago, I had met this chick Stacy. I did what the typical rock-star would do and bought her to bed with me. For at least one intensely long hour, she kept muttering 'Jamie' under her breath. All I wanted to do was reach into the oak draws next to me and get the gag. Thinking of something to say, I shrugged. " Yeah, a little to the left, a little to the right." I never realised how attractive she was until that moment. " If it makes you feel any better, I'm perpendicular. " she laughed again, this time I also joined. " Well, if you want, you know my number." Slowly, she reached up and placed a very passionate kiss on my lips, the taste of her lingering inside my mouth, making me lust for more. " Well, see ya." |
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| jjharkess | May 6, 2012, 4:26 am Post #5 |
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“ Hey Lori,” I called out, I figured that my eyes were glazed over and a very drunk smile pranced upon my lips. “ Lori, get your ass over here.” The calling of her name echoed through the halls of the house. There was no where to hide. Lori was my girlfriend, and not a very good one either.. “ James, this is no time for games. I have to go back to Kenny before he thinks I’ve left him by himself.” Lori tried to explain, but as she stopped, I kind of tackled her to the ground, my right hand over powering both of hers. She knew the grin very well, the same grin that had seduced her for the first time. “ Oh baby, you don’t wanna see me beg do you?” I asked before placing a rough, feral kiss upon her lips. Lori knew her struggle was useless since I was much stronger then she. Tearing away, Lori grabbed her hand bag with one hand and began to bite my until I was forced to let go. “ You stupid little…” I yelped, as I clutched it and examined it for blood. “ James, just fuck off for a minute. Don’t forget, you’re not the only child I have to look after.” Astounded by her worlds, I took a step back which led me falling head over heels until I landed on my ass at the bottom of the stairs. “ The fuck did you call me?” I yelled, almost angered as she ran out of the house, I soon followed. “ I’m fuckin’ leaving you James. You are an alcoholic and you fuckin’ need help. And until you check your self in, I ain’t coming back.” Like a sword of ice was being stabbed through my heart, I carefully took in the words and let the rain engulf my in it’s dampness. Remorse began to sink in as well as depression. She left me, she finally had enough of it. I thought before sitting on the stairs leading to the house. Maybe I was over reacting, maybe I wasn’t, but at that time felt worse then losing Cliff. Chapter eight: Should I Fade to Black? “ Just forget her, man. Nothing good has ever happened for you two anyway.” I could hear Lars mutter to me, Kirk was next to me patting my back in a somewhat calming way. Jason and Lars looked like they could care less about my relationship troubles. Not even my rottwieler Vodka, nor my Dogue de Bordeaux Nitro, could lighten my spirits. I began scouting around the room until I began to stare up at my gun collection. “ Fuck off James. You aren’t doing it.” Kirk said calmly as he dragged me away and onto the sofa again. I wasn’t really sure what I should have done, the only thing I seemed to know how to do is drink. “ James, come on. Forget the slut already.” Lars supposed, hate began to spark in my eyes. It was only too soon before Lars was on the ground, blood leaking from his open mouth. It seemed that I had knocked a tooth out when my fist connected with his face. “ You say that again and I will do more than that.” I tried hard that day to do something worth remembering, just so I could forget what I had done... |
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| Shayniz21 | May 6, 2012, 8:20 am Post #6 |
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Poor James, he needs to get some help...more please!! |
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| jjharkess | May 9, 2012, 4:52 am Post #7 |
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Lars had checked into the dentists that evening, just to find out that his top and bottom molar had been chipped through the center. Kirk had advised me to stay away from the band for a few days. I didn't really assume that it was my fault, it was more Lars' then mine. He did kind of have it coming. "Nitro, Vodka, c'mere." I called, my dark brown Dogue de Bordeaux was the first to come to my call. Vodka came in almost as lazily as possible before slumping himself on his ass. " Hey guys, " I said as I ruffled Nitro's fur. At least they wouldn't leave me. Barking loudly at the direction of the door, on of the hounds stood, guarding his territory while the other hid behind his paws. " Boy, shut it." a knock at the door was expected and was given. Although it wasn't who I expected to see... Chapter nine: I am St. Anger. " Lori, what the hell happened?" I asked, inspecting her bruised face whilst wiping the tears from her cheeks. Of course like any good boyfriend I wanted to know who touched my girl, but I never thought I would hear that name again. " Paulie Marinos, he went after Lars, Kirk and Jason." a flood of tears began streaming down her cheeks. Holding her in my embrace, I looked her in the eye and kissed her. Not in a very passionate way, but almost as if for protection. " Where are they?" My heart began racing against my chest almost as fast as the drumming on 'Battery.' No mother fucker lays a hand on my friends and gets away with it. I thought before taking my leather jacket with a hidden pocket knife. " Their at the hospital." And with that, I left. Edited by jjharkess, May 9, 2012, 4:53 am.
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| jjharkess | May 25, 2012, 7:23 pm Post #8 |
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It took me around five minutes to get to the hospital, but just thinking about the state my friends were in made me the slightest bit remorseful. My boots began thudding heavily against the pavement. A lady sat up at the receptionist desk with an almost bored expression on her face. " Uh, I'm here to see... Lars, Lars Ulrich." I said as I went up to her, the left side of her upper lip rose. I wasn't sure if I would be able to visit or not, depending on their condition. Peering over her thick, horn-rim glasses, she checked over her list. "Uh, Mr. Ulrich is in room 1408." A joyfull smile began to spread across my face, that I was sure of. " Thanks miss." When I looked over at the elivator, my eyes widened. Out of order. Fuck... and Lar Lar's floor is up top. I was doomed either way. Deciding to walk, I began my journy up to the top floor; when I made it to the third floor, I realized how unfit I actually was. " Oh shit, I'm going to jump out a window before having to walk up to the fourteenth floor." I muttred before leaning against the rail. After fifteen minitues of pain and agony, I was at my destonation. |
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| jjharkess | July 13, 2012, 5:51 am Post #9 |
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I'm going to switch to 3rd person for a little while, just for a change, and sorry for the late reply. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A very angered James burst through the glass doors, sweat beginning to drip down his forehead and cheeks. There were his fellow band members and close friends, lying in separate beds, all except Lars and Kirk who were happily sleeping together. A slight chuckle passed his faintly agape lips as he sat down next to the bed. “Why the hell wasn’t I there, how could I let something like this happen to you guys? You’re like my family, and I love you guys, hell even Jason. He’s doing a great job of replacing Cliff, and he’s got some hella big bellbottoms to fill.” The blond laughed at his statement, knowing that he had been the person to give Cliff shit because of his pants. Unknowingly, Jason was wide awake and eavesdropping on everything that James had said. He was unlikely to tell the others what James had said, the fear of being kicked out of Metallica was something that Jason had hoped would never occur, it was either that, or the fear of being beaten to a bloody pulp by James. The Dane awoke first, his hands quickly whipped away from the warmth of Kirk. “Hetfield, what the fock are you doing here?!” he asked the towering male. “Checking on my little Lar-Lar, what else?” James said with a cunning grin before punching his foreign brother in the arm. The smaller figure gave him a deadly glare, his left eye was partially swollen, possibly due to the cut just over his eyebrow. Two men walked into the room, they differed from the band; donning matching black suits and maroon ties with a small crest on the left breast pocket. James knew who they were almost instantly, and it looked like they had a bone to pick with someone. “Hetfield, you and your Satanist band of misfit’s better head back to where you came from. The boss wants your heads on sticks… so you better watch your back, or we’ll take that as well.” The man infront of James proclaimed. They soon left, the tail of their suits fluttered gently behind them. “ What the fock was that about?” Lars whispered to James who sat silently, his gaze glued to the door until both men were out of sight. The blond’s hands began to tremble visibly, his face turned a pale white. " They’re the bastards that got you. You remember Paulie Marinos, right? Auditioned a few months ago man. I don’t know if you guys met him, but he went fuckin’ ape shit when I said no." Lars gently pet James’ knee, a gentleness that he hadn’t felt in a long time... " Mom, I’m going out. I’ll be back soon, okay?" the young boy said, his hand clutched the doorhandle. " No, James. I need to talk to you." James let a sigh escape his parted lips. Slowly, he began to make his way up the stairs and into his mom’s room. " Yeah mom," James said as as he opened the door. His mom laied silently on her side. Her eyes were a faint red from what looks like crying. " Jamie, you’re gonna have to be a good boy when I’m gone." " Gone, what do you mean gone? Where are you going, why aren’t you taking me with you?" he said sadly before almost sprinting over to her. " It’s not somewhere where you’d want to go, I’m going to go to heaven." Cynthia placed a gentle hand upon James’ cheek, tears began to fall from his eyes. “ Mom, you can’t leave. What about Dee and Chris and Dave? What about us, mom?" Cynthia held James close to her before whispering into his ear. " I’m sorry, James. It’s too late. Tell everyone that I love them." James felt the warmth of his mothers hand slip from his cheek. " James, what did you do to mom?!" the young girl at the door yelled at the top of her lungs before James turned around. " Mom’s dead!" Edited by jjharkess, July 13, 2012, 11:35 pm.
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| jjharkess | August 16, 2012, 10:32 pm Post #10 |
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James placed a gentle hand upon Cynthia's cheek, A sigh escaped his slightly parted lips. Although the family weren't a very, what some people would call, touchy, The young boy placed a kiss upon his mothers lips. " I love you mom, I'm sorry for all the mean stuff that I said to you. I'm gonna miss you mom," The blond boy said as he brushed his hair behind his ears. A small tear began to form in the corner of his eye. Deanna was the next person to come up and say something. " I-I love you mommy, " tears began to streak the young girls pink cheeks. The eldest male came up to her, pulled her into a tight hug before looking into her eyes. " Dee, it's okay. Mom's in a better place. We'll all miss her, but she's in a better state then what she was in before." James took a deep breath before turning to Jason and snarled. " Th' fuck are you lookin' at, Newsted?" Lars just held James' arm in case he went for something. Instead, James turned around, combed his greasy hair with his hand. Jason was taken back and simply looked the other way, he knew that is was probably just James' way of dealing with things, even if it was through violence. |
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