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| Another Sorrow, Another Breath; Lars/ James, early Metallica | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: November 13, 2009, 5:44 pm (14,635 Views) | |
| Cliff Burton Lover... | November 19, 2009, 9:24 am Post #61 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Cliff, don't kill him too much.... |
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| Oh Hell | November 19, 2009, 1:28 pm Post #62 |
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Outlaw Torn
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WOOO CLIFF! KILL DA--
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| namenlos | November 19, 2009, 1:41 pm Post #63 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Don't go giving me ideas.
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| namenlos | November 19, 2009, 1:56 pm Post #64 |
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Drama, part 2! Comments appreciated!Pt. 13 Lars' POV The commotion had woken up Kirk, and he barged in just in time to see Cliff pinning James to the wall by his throat. “Cliff! What are you doing?!” Kirk cried worriedly. He ran over and tried to pull Cliff off of James, but Cliff wouldn’t budge. “Back off!” Cliff shouted, using his free arm to shove Kirk away. Kirk stumbled backwards and lost his balance, falling to the floor. “Cliff, enough!” I yelled, watching James’ face go from red to purple, then finally blue. “He can’t fockin’ breathe!” “This asshole doesn’t deserve to breathe!” Cliff growled through clenched teeth, tightening his grip around James’ throat. I’d never seen Cliff so angry in the short time I’d known him. He looked like one of those serial killers you see on TV. Snapped. Gone. I jumped up, suddenly fearing for James’ life. “Cliff, stop it!” I yelled, voice wavering, but I wasn’t gonna cry. Not with Kirk in the room. I looked over to him and saw the tear stains on his face, and finally my tears fell, too. “Cliff!” Kirk shouted. “Fucking let him go!” Cliff finally let go, and James fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. I immediately rushed to James, and Cliff quickly stormed off, still obviously raging. Tears were rolling down my face, and my hand shook as I pressed two fingers to the side of James’ neck. Still a pulse, thank God. But I couldn’t see him breathing. “Kirk, call an ambulance!” I shouted. “He’s not breathing!” I was terrified. I wanted to help James, but I had no idea what I should do. “James… please don’t die on me, James! Oh, God, what should I do?” I sobbed. Just then Kirk rushed back into the room. “The paramedics are on their way. They said we should start mouth-to-mouth right away.” “Wait… what?” I asked, confused. Kirk didn’t answer, he just knelt down and placed a hand behind James’ neck. He pinched James’ nose and started… kissing him? “Kirk, man, what the fuck?” I asked, even more confused than ever. “I’m breathing for him, dork!” Kirk hissed at me. “Relax!” Kirk continued his efforts, despite my jealous protests. Then the paramedics arrived, taking over for Kirk. Soon, James finally coughed and choked, and some of the color began returning to his face. “Thank God!” I said, relieved. But James remained unconscious. The paramedics put James on a stretcher, and I followed closely behind them, intending to ride along with James. “Immediate family only, sir,” one of the EMTs gruffly informed me. “But, I’m his… brother!” I protested. The EMT eyed me suspiciously. “Well… alright.” “Thank you,” I whispered. |
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| Oh Hell | November 19, 2009, 2:16 pm Post #65 |
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DO EET! |
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| Oh Hell | November 19, 2009, 2:19 pm Post #66 |
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God he strangled him hard! Wow Cliff... poor James... Go to Dave's and finish what he started?
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | November 19, 2009, 5:39 pm Post #67 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Oh no, poor James I know he was being a meanie towards Lars, but he didn't deserve that. I hope he isn't going to die or anything And Lars is being so loyal and caring, good sweet little Lars
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| Mrs Ratfield | November 19, 2009, 7:52 pm Post #68 |
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Haifisch
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![]() that's literally breathtaking pure suspense! can't wait to read how it's gonna continue.... |
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| Agarwaen | November 19, 2009, 11:57 pm Post #69 |
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Frantic
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!!!! Poor James!!! He really did not deserve this! Can't wait to read what's going to happen next!!! |
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| Cliff Burton Lover... | November 20, 2009, 9:45 am Post #70 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I hope's going to be alright... even if I was mad at him, he doesn't deserve to die...
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| Wishful | November 20, 2009, 1:06 pm Post #71 |
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Cliff and Lars Lover
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Holy fucking hellz bellz Cliffy.....that was......dude! |
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| namenlos | November 20, 2009, 4:08 pm Post #72 |
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Thanks again for reading, everyone! Pt. 14 James started to come around on the way to the hospital, the several liters of oxygen they’d put him on helping to revive him. He coughed weakly a couple of times, startling me. “James,” I said, as he opened his eyes. The first thing he focused on was me. “L-Lars…” he croaked, tugging at his oxygen mask. “Where am I?” “On the way to the hospital,” I told him, eyeing him sadly. “You were out cold for a bit.” James’ hand slowly rose to his throat, almost as if he expected Cliff’s hand to still be there. His hand then searched for mine, finding it and holding it tight. “You’re fine, James,” I reassured him. “They’re just gonna look you over and probably send you right home. But how are you feeling? Any pain?” “My… neck,” James whispered. “Gee, I wonder why?” I teased. Then I sighed. We’re getting along fine, now, but for how long? Does he blame me for this? What if he snaps just like Cliff, and does the same to me? “We need to talk,” I said softly. I gripped his hand with both of mine, my tears silently revealing my innermost fears. “Cliff…” whispered James. “And you…” What about you and Dave?! I wanted to scream. But I kept my cool and answered James' inquiry first. “Yeah, um, about that. Cliff slept in our room after Kirk came home drunk with a girl on his arm.” “In your bed?” James whispered. I blinked away some of my tears. “I guess we both wanted it, then,” I sheepishly admitted. “He -- felt sorry for me, James. I… needed company, and he just happened to be there.” James turned the other way. I leaned in close to him and kissed his cheek. “So, why Dave?” I asked softly. “Yeah, about that…” |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | November 20, 2009, 5:35 pm Post #73 |
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Ah, I am glad that James is OK and he can still talk I hope that he and Lars make up
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| Mrs Ratfield | November 20, 2009, 8:37 pm Post #74 |
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So do I That was so cute again. Thank you Lori! I love this story.
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| Cliff Burton Lover... | November 21, 2009, 2:32 am Post #75 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Awwww ................I'm glad James and Lars are talking....
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I know he was being a meanie towards Lars, but he didn't deserve that. I hope he isn't going to die or anything
And Lars is being so loyal and caring, good sweet little Lars


I hope that he and Lars make up
I love this story. 
4:50 AM Jul 11