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I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC
Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,483 Views)
Auluna Raie
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Kimmi
May 17 2010, 11:04 PM
Auluna Raie
May 18 2010, 05:49 AM
Kimmi
May 17 2010, 11:18 AM
Grrr... I'm not a violent person, but I would like to do some damage to that creep !!

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I hope they'll find her soon.

Okay, you HAVE to tell us where you got that smiley :biggrin

Oh, and my sentiments exactly.

Here:
http://www.freesmileys.org/
Scroll a bit down and go to the "violent smilies" section... :P

I like this one: Posted Image
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Auluna Raie
May 17, 2010, 2:45 pm
Wild animals eh? Well we happen to know of a certain WOLF *cough*james*cough* that wouldn't mind taking a trip into the jungle...
Right !!!

Hmmm...That'll be funny when James will find this lil fucker. Can't wait to see him squash Chris between his hands...
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Olyamet
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Sooooryyy!!!
I'll go back to writing, if you still want me to continue... :P
I finally done dealing with all this shit in my life and got my groove back.
Promise to have updates soon.
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Please do update soon !! :)
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olyamet
June 10, 2010, 4:13 pm
Sooooryyy!!!
I'll go back to writing, if you still want me to continue... :P
I finally done dealing with all this shit in my life and got my groove back.
Promise to have updates soon.
Woohoo, looking forward to your next update! :)
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June 10, 2010, 8:18 pm
olyamet
June 10, 2010, 4:13 pm
Sooooryyy!!!
I'll go back to writing, if you still want me to continue... :P
I finally done dealing with all this shit in my life and got my groove back.
Promise to have updates soon.
Woohoo, looking forward to your next update! :)
Me too! :nanner:
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Olyamet
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As promised, more!
Thanks for your patients girls!
Love you all!
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XXIV. Man on the edge.






(James' POV)




Ten days had passed since Angel went missing. Ten long, hard days of this tearing, burning feeling of helplessness. I tried to keep it all inside, to act strong for Kat and Emily's sake, but fear was consuming me, twisting my heart in iron grip, draining the life and the hope out of me. I just wanted to scream out everything that was going on inside of me.

A week ago we had posted a reward for any information about Angel, against the advice of the police. We were so exited about all the calls that started immediately, but soon we figure out just how many people were calling only for a chance to get the money. It was unbelievable how money could make people do such things.

The police let private detectives deal with that info, I guess they knew human nature better than we did. But their investigation was not going anywhere either. They were telling us the same thing everyday, nothing yet, have some patience, we're working on it, you need to wait... No trace of my Angel, no calls from kidnappers... nothing.

I stood up and walked to the dark window. I can't wait! I'm going crazy! With every day that had passed, I tried to push away all the horrible thoughts that was running through my head, every day I was hoping for that call that would bring her back, and every night I was crying myself to sleep with hope for the next day. I dropped into a chair and lowered my head into my hands, whispering my plea.

“I just want her back... please God... please bring her back...”

The loud buzzing of the phone brought me out of my thoughts and I almost dropped it, trying to answer as fast as I could.

“James here.”

“Mister Hetfield, I need to talk to you... alone. I'm at your gate, if you don't mind walking over...” I recognized the voice of detective Brook.

“You have news?” I jumped from the chair and ran to the door.

“I have news... and I hope we're wrong about it...”

My blood froze when I heard his answer. One thought started pulsating in my head... Oh... no... no... not this... no... anything, but this... please God... not this...






(Detective Brook's POV)




I pushed the disconnect button on my phone and sighed. When I started on this case I wasn't really into the music, I mean, I did listen to the radio, and I'd heard the names of both bands before, but going over recent tapes, videos, trying to find any clues to Helen Angel Hetfield's disappearance had pulled me in. I became a fan, this band was great, everything, the music, the lyrics.

When I met with the very extended family, I wasn't expecting to find what I have found. I always thought that most of the people with that much money had this false facade. I dealt with families like that before, very hard to work with, too many lies, too many secrets, always looking down at you. You never could shake the feeling, you are working for them, even though you're doing detective job.

But this family surprised me. They weren't fake or snobby, they were just a loving family who wanted their loved one back. All their answers were truthful and I could read in their eyes the real pain and worry. Non of them ever looked or talked down to me, everyone was trying to help as much as they could, and I swore to myself to find their loved one. I just didn't want to find her like this... I tightened my fist around the plastic bag inside my pocket.

I hated this part of my job, I hated it with a passion. But it was part of the job. I needed information about additional means of identifying the remains that had been found in Brussels, and the husband was the only person who could help us with that. The state of body was so brutal, that identifying it in person was out of the question. No one could've live through that...

I saw James approaching my car and waved him inside. His face was pale, hands shook as he reached for the door-handle. His eyes were looking down as if he was afraid to read the verdict in my eyes. I never expected find such love in rockstars marriage. Fans, touring... they have been married for years, but when I watched family videos, I knew they were still very much in love. Both were glowing looking at each other, truly happy faces, not a one dark or false emotion.

James slid on the seat beside me and looked at me with the fear in his gaze. He was a shadow of the man from the videos... Truly heartbroken, in pain but still have this hope in his eyes. And now I have to take that away... have to tell him that we'd found body of his wife. I have to see this strong man die inside, crumble as he hears my words. I swallowed and he held his breath, begging me with his eyes.

“Mister Hetfield... we need your help... now please listen to me before you answer. I know it's hard, but....you are the only person who knows your wife's body...”

His face turned white and he clenched his teeth but didn't say a word. Okay... I had to drop this on him, there is no other way.

“The remains of a young woman were found in Brussels. We were unable to confirm the identity, due to the... state of body mutilation. Finger prints and dental records are no help, due to.... missing... body parts. The woman was approximately the same age as your wife and fits the physical description...”

“It's not her... It can't be...” He shook his head and looked at me with a plea. I swallowed with a sigh, my fingers touched to the evidence bag in my pocket and I made myself pull it out.

“This was found on the body.”

I stretched my arm and emptied the bag into James' shaking hands. He winced when a silver locket fell into his palms. He carefully open the locket with shaking hands and closed his eyes shut, tears ran down his cheeks, a weak moan full of pain escaped his chest, as his hand tightened into a fist.

“You can have it, it's been worked out and cleaned... the only finger prints we found on it belong to your wife... This is the only clue that connects those remains to our case.... and it's not enough...”

“It's not her... not her... it can't be...” He pushed out a weak whisper.

“That is why I'm here. Is there anything on your wife's body that could help us? Any marks, tattoos, scars? Anything at all?” He looked at me and my heart sunk, feeling his pain.

“She never got any tattoos... she has a small scar on her left ankle, from a burn... and...” He choked on his words and tried to swallow.

“Mister Hetfield... I'm sorry... but... we only have the upper body... just think the chest, shoulders, neck...”

“Uh...” He clenched his teeth, grinding them and closed his eyes, sending another wave of tears down his face. Lips shook with broken whisper. “Ah... moon shape scar on her left shoulder like a bite mark...” He open his eyes and stared straight ahead, not trying to cover his tears.

“Okay, anything else? Like an old injuries... broken bones... something more solid...”

He turned to me. “Yes... she has multiple broken ribs, from when she was thirteen...”

“That's great! I mean, that is good news, this is something we can look for. I will relay that information and as soon as I get a call back, I'll call you, I promise, stay hopeful... I seen many times when jewelry that was found on the body didn't belong to that person... it could've been stolen or lost... or placed intentionally...”

I beat my tongue. Why did I say that? I knew better then that! I looked back at James and saw hope in his eyes, hope I just gave him... I can't take it away from this man. I pray to God this is not her... I couldn't even imagine bringing the horrid news back...

As soon as James got out of the car I pulled out my phone and dialed the number of the medical examiner.

“Frank, Ray here. On Jane Doe seven, do an x-rays, look for multiple fractured ribs that look like they were sustained as a teenager. And check the left shoulder for scars. Call me as soon as you get the results.”

I hung up the phone and grip to the steering wheel. Frank, please don't find any of those things...



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Poor James (I mean... we know that it's not her but)
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I want more!!!!! I want more!!! :biggrin :rolleyes:
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Thanks for the comments girls!

And the rest of that update.













(James' POV)




I was sitting on the edge of our bed, holding my phone in one hand and Angel's pendant in the other. My heart was pounding somewhere in my temples, face was wet with tears, lump in my throat was making me gasp for air, mind lost in the fog of dread. I couldn't remember how I got back into the house after the talk with the detective.

I slowly open the locket and looked at the pictures inside. One of Kat and one of me, both smiling... Angel said that those two pictures were her absolute favorite once. I never saw her taking this locket off, she always had it, she called it her 'heart lock', her lucky charm...

I closed it and pressed it to my lips. Angel... where are you? Baby, please be alive... Please God... please don't let it be her... I can't...

I dropped back on the bed and my head landed on Angel's robe, which was on her side of the bed. I hadn't moved it since the day she left for the tour. I pulled it closer to my face and breathed in her smell. All the pain that I was holding inside all these days finally came out and I sobbed out loud.

“Angel... I need you back... I need you to be alive... please...”

Someone's hand landed on my shoulder and I turned. My mother-in-law was standing above me.

“James... you have to believe she's okay... we all do. You know better than any one how strong and stubborn she is. Even when she was a child, no one could ever make her do something or be somewhere she didn't want to... She loves you too much to be kept away. You and Kat are her world. And you know her temper, she would fight with all her strength to get back. Plus, can you imagine her being away from her music? She will go all Hell Angel on their asses.”

I tried to smile through my tears and Emily smiled back, sitting down by me and continuing.

“Chase all the bad thoughts away. You have to believe that anytime now this door will fly open and Angel will walk in with a smile. You have to believe that. She will walk in, look at you and say "What the hell happened to my husband?" Well, she would use the 'other' word. But really, James, look at yourself. Not shaved for ten days, eyes all swollen. Not a pretty sight. You don't want her to see you like this do you? Now get up and clean yourself up a bit.”

She brushed her hand on my head and tried to help me up. Her fingers gripped to mine, opening my hand and Angel's locket fell out of my fist, landing on the bed.

“Where did you get that?” Her voice shook as she reached for it but stopped in mid-air as she grabbed her chest.

“Mom? Are you okay?” I embraced her by the shoulders.

“James, tell me, where did you get this?”

“Police just brought it, they didn't find anything else, just a locket.” I lied.

“Maybe she lost it... or it fell off during the kidnapping...” Her eyes searched my face. “You wouldn't lie to me, James, would you?”

“No, I wouldn't...” My phone came alive in my other hand and I tightened my grip on it. “Mom... I need to answer that...”

She stared into my eyes for a second, then stood up and I watched her walking to the door as I turned the ringing phone in my hand. As soon as she walked out I pulled it open.

“It's James.” I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing and my fingers griped into the bed covers.

“Misted Hetfield, it's detective Brook...”



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elena
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This story is so fucking great! :nanner:
Can't wait for more! :horns: Please,not to be Angel! :ugh:
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*baseball bat at the ready*
Okay, where is he?!
NOBODY MAKES JAMES NOT SHAVE FOR TEN DAYS!
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Olya you are great! I just wanna read more! You know when you started read a book and don't wanna stoped? That what I feel readind your fan fics! I jus want more!


(And sorry my english... Is 4am here and I almost sleepiing.... Zzzzzzzzzzz....)
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Lenne13
June 13, 2010, 2:37 am
Olya you are great! I just wanna read more! You know when you started read a book and don't wanna stoped? That what I feel readind your fan fics! I jus want more!


(And sorry my english... Is 4am here and I almost sleepiing.... Zzzzzzzzzzz....)
Lenne, your English is fine, don't forget, I'm Russian, English is my second language too!

Thanks, for reading! :heart: :heart: :heart:
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Two updates, great !! :nanner:

Poor James... :(
I hope they'll find some clues soon.
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