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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| metalgal4life | May 8, 2010, 9:10 pm Post #346 |
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For liberty ...and justice for all!!
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Oh God no! Especially since she's just found out that she's pregnant again! Damned sick fuck!!!
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| Auluna Raie | May 8, 2010, 10:22 pm Post #347 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*calmly puts on war helmet and proceeds to platform with AGFS banner hanging behind it* You know what this means sisters... ...LOCK AND LOAD!!! PS: Volunteers Welcome
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| Olyamet | May 8, 2010, 10:37 pm Post #348 |
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Jäger.....
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*Pulling out a rusty machete*
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| namenlos | May 9, 2010, 1:27 am Post #349 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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![]() FOCKING BASTARD!!!
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| Kimmi | May 9, 2010, 3:03 am Post #350 |
Outlaw Torn
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Oh no !! I knew he was going to pop up at some point, because they let him get away last time. He needs to be locked up !! I hope nothing bad happens to Angel... with her pregnancy and all... Thanks for update, Olya. |
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| elena | May 9, 2010, 12:19 pm Post #351 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Oh,no the bastard is back. Hope Angel will escape or will be found by James. Love your story!
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| Olyamet | May 9, 2010, 2:12 pm Post #352 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls! Love you all! More. (Chris' POV) I picked up Angel's listless body in my arms and quickly stepped to my running car, which I left standing right by the curb. I carefully loaded her into the back seat and got in. Everything inside of me was screaming in victory! My plan had worked perfectly! I pushed on the gas and pulled out and away from the hotel, leaving the flashing emergency lights far behind. Well done Chris! Happy birthday to me! My father would be so proud if he ever knew how fast I planned and set everything up. I guess he was right, I can do anything if I really want it. I wanted Angel and there she was in my car on the way to the airport. A small cargo plane was ready to take off as soon as I got there, and the container for my new Bentley was ready. Then a quick flight to Amsterdam to come back for a few hours to my party, to make sure I had an alibi. Meanwhile the crew would unload the container in the airport and load it to a different plane. I had to use sedatives to make sure my present to myself stayed asleep until we got on the privet jet. A long fright to Cambodia, then a short helicopter ride deep in the jungle, and we would finally be alone. It was easy to hide all this from my family, bull shitting about family business, that I want to be a part of it. Traveling to oversee factories of the family business, and looking for a house in the middle of nowhere. And I'd found the perfect one! It wasn't hard to find out where Angel was staying and setting off a smoke bomb in my hotel room was no big deal either. Getting Angel's guard out of the way was a little harder, but he was a guy and couldn't resist a beautiful woman. I did a little homework and found a woman of his taste. For a small fee she agreed to drop sleeping pills in his drink and he was face down on the table in the bar, before the fire alarms went off. I looked at the back seat, Angel was laying there in a deep chloroform induced sleep. “You're mine! I'll take you far away from His influence and once you're free, you will love me like I love you.” (Angel's POV) Hamming noise was coming from everywhere and I open my eyes. Where am I? Familiar shape... car... I'm in the car, what is that hamming noise? It sounds like a plane... how can this be? I'm in the car and on the plane? What the fuck happened? Hot flash run through my body as I remembered the recent events. Oh no... Chris! I have to get out! I tried to sit up, but my arms and legs refused to move, something was holding them in place. I looked down my body and found that my wrists and ankles were tied up. Oh you son of a bitch! You tied me up? Fuck! I tried to move my numb body to the edge of the seat. You're fucking dead! Just wait till I get this shit off of me! “You woke up a bit early Angel, we not there yet.” His face with disgusting smile appeared between front seats and my fists tightened. “Untie me right now, you shithead! So I can finish what I started in the hospital and rip your fucking head off!” My growl sounded low and a pounding headache squeezed at my temples. Fuck! I closed my eyes, fighting a wave of nausea. “Want something to drink?” He lowered his face to me. “Let me go, you fucking psycho!” Every word resonated in my head with sharp pain. Oh.. God... my head! A tear rolled out of my eye. “Maybe you''re hungry?” His hand touched my face, wiping the tear away and another wave of nausea rose up in me. “Get your fucking hands off me, you dickhead!” God! What the fuck was he planning? I needed to get out! I can't let him... I won't! “Well, if you don't feel like joining me for dinner, then get some sleep.” That same familiar smell... a wet cloth... Fuck, not again! “Stop drugging me... you bastard...” I tried to talk through the cloth, feeling my consciousness fading away... ”You can't... I'm pregn---” |
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| Kimmi | May 9, 2010, 2:29 pm Post #353 |
Outlaw Torn
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Grrrr... I'd like to say a few words, but I promised to behave myself on this board. So, I'll just say it with smilies: ![]()
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| elena | May 9, 2010, 2:44 pm Post #354 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I WANT TO KILL CHRIS! Angel is strong and she will escape but her child I don't think so.
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| metalgal4life | May 10, 2010, 12:14 am Post #355 |
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For liberty ...and justice for all!!
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That son of a bitch! Just wait til James gets his hands on you!!!!!!! P.S.... Me want your smilies Kimmi!!!!
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| Olyamet | May 10, 2010, 11:55 pm Post #356 |
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Jäger.....
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Kimmi, your smileys speak louder than words!
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| namenlos | May 11, 2010, 12:23 am Post #357 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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@*&$!@$#%^&@#$%&*&^%%$#@$%^&*&^%$#!!!!!!!!!
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| Olyamet | May 11, 2010, 9:16 pm Post #358 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you all for the comments, they make my day! More. (Steve's POV) All we had so far was Angel's cell phone, which was found on the street in Brussels where we had our last gig. No finger prints were on it except for Angel's. No calls for ransom had been made. Angel's bodyguard was found in the hotel bar and didn't know anything about the fire. Our tour was put on hold and we all got together in Angel and James' London house. Bruce and James were pacing around the living room, both with the same worried expression on their faces. Everyone was here, Metallica, Iron Maiden, our manager, Angel's mother, and lots of guys in suits. After we found out that Angel was missing, Bruce got Scotland Yard and the FBI involved. They told us that usually, if someone gets kidnapped, it's for the money, but James thought differently. He insisted that Angel's former guitar tech was behind it. The police checked his version and found out that Chris was at a party in Amsterdam at the estimated time of the kidnapping and now he was back in Cambodia, where he's overseen the Bentley family factory. James wouldn't give up, he basically made them send someone to Cambodia to search Chris' hotel room. They tried to tell him that they needed a search warrant for that, but he was very close to the point of jumping into the jet and flying there himself, so they agreed to check it further. Everybody was quiet, James walked to the wall and slammed his fist against it. “Fuuuck! I can't just sit here and do nothing! I can't!” “Mister Hetfield, we're doing all we can. Unfortunately, there are no leads. Brussels' police give us all they had and it's basically nothing. Everything is in motion, all we can do now is wait.” “Wait? My wife is in the hands of a fucking psycho!” James' fists tightened. “Daddy... is that true... is Mommy missing?” A scared, shaking voice made everyone turn. No one saw how little Kat got into the room, but she was standing by the stairs in her pajamas, holding her white bear close. My heart sank, how did she know? Did she overhear us? Fuck... “Oh... Kitty-Kat... why aren't you sleeping?” Emily walked to her and got hold of her arm. “Come on baby, I'll take you back to your room.” “No!” Kat pulled her hand away and ran to James. “Daddy, you'll find her? Right?” James lowered himself to his little girl and picked her up in his arms. “I will, we're all looking for her.” His voice quivered. “But how can you look for her if you're all here?” Kat dropped her bear and hugged James' wrapping her little arms around his neck. James looked at the FBI agent who was standing by the phone and turned back to his daughter. “The police are looking for her and we're here waiting in case someone calls... come on baby, you should be sleeping.” “I want Mommy back home...” “Me too kiddo, me too...” He walked past me and I saw his lips shaking when he pressed Kat to his chest. The FBI agent turned to us. “Look, we've done all we can for now... we sent pictures to every police department in Europe and to Cambodia's American and British embassy... it's only been forty-seven hours and...” Emily stood up and I noticed how the never aging strong woman I knew all this years suddenly looked weak and aged. “Young man, if your wife or children were missing, you would not call it *only* forty-seven hours. My daughter is out there, God knows were, held against her will for forty-seven hours!” Bruce helped his mother back to her seat and she covered her face with her hands, sobbing. “That is it! You all do whatever you want, post pictures and wait, I'm with James, I can't just sit here! We need to post a reward on any information.” “I strongly advise you do not interfere with the official police investigation.” One of the commanding agents stepped forward. |
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| Oh Hell | May 11, 2010, 9:20 pm Post #359 |
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Yay, Chris is gonna be found and caught! By the special agents no less! Eeek so excited!
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| namenlos | May 11, 2010, 10:19 pm Post #360 |
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I hope Chris gets punished. Preferably with a whip.
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