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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| MetalSanta | June 13, 2010, 7:37 pm Post #391 |
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Imitations are pale...
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AAAAAAARGH OLYAAAAAAAAAAA !!!! Lol, now I'm all hooked again, thanks for posting 2 updates so fast ! I REALLY REALLY hope Angel isn't suffering some kind of torture over there... And i loved Mom-in-law's reaction, she was so calm, she managed to cheer big jaymz up a lil bit, so cute. MORE QUICK QUICK QUICK !!!
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| the_mighty_het | June 14, 2010, 6:32 pm Post #392 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I hope they'll find Angel soon
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| Hawkeye | June 14, 2010, 7:54 pm Post #393 |
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Blackened
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OMG, awesome updates!!! Hurry...I'm dying to read more!!! |
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| Olyamet | June 15, 2010, 10:49 pm Post #394 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls for the comments and for reading! I really appreciate that. I hope you haven't tired of my story yet. XXV. I'm Running Free, Yeah! (Chris' POV) So this is how you feel after you killed someone? I thought it would be more intense, more... I don't know... just more. It had been three days since I'd done it, and I kept waiting for more. All those books I read about the remorse of killers, or how some of them got off by taking someone's life, that it made them feel like a God for that moment. I didn't feel any of that. It was like a normal everyday work, disgusting, hard, but just normal work. I had to do it, there was no other choice, the whore I hired to seduce and drug Angel's guard found out about the reward that had been posted for any information about Angel, and she wanted that money. It was a lot more than she got from me and I could just pay her more, but I knew it would never stop. She would get my money and still call the police or just keep black mailing me for the rest of her life. So, I had to make sure her life was shortened. Of course I came to Brussels and promised to pay her more than the reward. I played to be scared and willing to pay anything she wanted, just to keep her quiet till I got everything ready to meet her. The bitch wanted fifty grand and I told her it was a lot of money and I needed few days to get it. She waited patiently and she got exactly what she deserved. When the police made a visit to my family factory in Cambodia, two days after I kidnapped Angel, I was on pins and needles. I tried to fly as much as I could, looking busy, just in case they are watching me. I couldn't visit my Angel, I couldn't risk them finding her. Right before they came to my hotel room I found her locket in my car, the chain had broke and it was on the floor of the back seat. At first I was going to give it back to her, but when I opened it and saw pictures inside, I changed my mind. Luckily, I had my gloves on when I found it. I don't know why I never got rid of it, just kept it in the safe box in the bank with no intended plans. Now I'd found a use for it. I made one mistake, one only in my perfect plan. I was so happy I got what I wanted that in the haze of victory I forgot to change my phone number and I now I was glad I did. Now that mistake lead into a plan to finish all this once and for all. Two deeds at once. Who ever was helping me, God or the devil, they were doing a good job so far. I had to fly all around Europe, making many stops and using my credit card. Then I 'lost' it in France, making sure someone found it, someone who wouldn't return it and try to use it. A small loss, that card only had two thousand on it. But if the police ever traced it, it would show that I spent those days in France. I had to travel by regular train to Brussels and got a room in a low grade hotel. Then I had to rent a boat and after all that was done I called the greedy bitch for a meeting. She had long black hair, just like Angel, same type of figure, but she had a tattoo on her lower back and on one of her wrist. I had to make sure those parts were never found. Dismembering the body was disgusting and many times I hung myself over the edge of the boat to throw up. I couldn't leave anything for the police to find, except for what I wanted them to find. I wanted them to believe that this was Angel. That would close the case and that would hurt the person I hated the most. It would hurt Him. |
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| Oh Hell | June 15, 2010, 10:54 pm Post #395 |
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Outlaw Torn
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SON OF A BITCH!!! AHHH I WANT TO KILL HIM! James will though
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| the_mighty_het | June 16, 2010, 6:28 am Post #396 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Chris is sich a #$#^%$^$ I hope James will find Angel and be together again !!:heart: |
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| elena | June 16, 2010, 10:48 am Post #397 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I know it sounds horible but I'm happy that the victim wasn't Angel. I hope James or even Angel will kill in pain that motherfucker.
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| Hex | June 16, 2010, 12:03 pm Post #398 |
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Bad Seed
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i read the whole story and i think it s amazing i hate chris even more now... i hope that james and the police will find her |
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| Kimmi | June 16, 2010, 1:21 pm Post #399 |
Outlaw Torn
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I hope that bastard will get what he deserves very soon... and I hope it will be James who will take care of that. |
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| Olyamet | June 16, 2010, 1:29 pm Post #400 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls so much! I love you all! Hey, I see a new readers! Cool! More. (Angel's POV) I wasn't about to gave up, I wanted out and I pushed all other emotions aside, concentrating on one and only. Anger. I tried not to think about my family, knowing I would fall into pieces if I do. I made my mind work on escape. During the first few days of my imprisonment, I tried to find a way out. Hand to hand combat with two guys was out of the question. Talking with them and the girl didn't bring any results either. She was clearly afraid of me and backed out every time I tried to approach her. I needed to find another way. I inspected the windows and doors, but didn't find anything useful. Two windows in the room had metal bars on them. One came out into the courtyard and gave me a good view of the small road and an empty helicopter pad, the other one came out on the dead drop into the rocky cliff. One day, the fourth day of my life as a prisoner, I hit the boiling point of my anger and smashed the wall in the bathroom with my fist. I winced in pain, but it was quickly replaced by a victory gasp, when I saw a small piece of the cement that fell down, leaving a deep hole between two bricks. A plan of escape immediately appeared in my mind. If I had something sharp, I could dig between the bricks and try to remove them one by one. The only problem was that the wall was on the side of the house with a dead drop. The bright side of that was that the guards couldn't see it and that brought me hope. All I needed now was a tool that I could use and a long rope. I'd figure out where to go from there, when I'm there, when I'm free. I needed to learn where the guard were at night, learn their routine and set my own. Time to play nice, insuring everyone I'm not making any attempts to run. Every time the girl would bring me food, the guards were there, closely watching my every move, and I made it a custom of going into the bathroom and locking the door for every visit. Every evening I would also turn the shower water on and use the bolt I had pulled from the frame of the bed to dig around the brick. My routine was paying back with the amount of work I had done so far and it also prevented the girl and the guards from ever going to the bathroom. Thankfully they were only checking the windows and the door, thinking that a woman would not go through a solid brick wall. Hehehe... wrong woman, clearly that dickhead Chris didn't instruct them on my character in full. I learned that guards changed with each other at night, one on duty at a time, guarding the only escape route out of the house. The best part of my life so far was that that fucker that kidnapped me hadn't come back for a visit. I desperately missed my guitar, but I wasn't about to ask for it. I didn't ask about my locket, which I'd discovered was missing. I would not ask for anything! On the ninth day I had everything set and ready. A small bag I found in the depths of the closet was used to hide a few bottles of water that I saved. I couldn't hide any food, except for a few candies and some nuts, but hey, at least I had water. I was hopping the city was not that far away, it had to be somewhere close. If not... I didn't want to think about that right now. Psycho Chris managed to fill the closet with a lot of different clothes, that was, by the looks of it in my taste and my size. I chose a few spare garments and used the rest for a rope. Good thing I always liked leather and jeans, fabric that was strong enough to support my weight. I waited for the last visit of the day, the girl came back for the empty plates and as usual I locked myself in the bathroom and turned the shower on. When I heard the door close and lock, I quickly came out. I had to start now, I had no idea now long the work would take me. If I wasn't done before morning, my plan would be ruined. I unscrewed a pole from the head board of the bed and brought it into the bathroom. I was planning to use it as anchor to tie my rope around and leave it by the wall, there was absolutely nothing else in the bathroom that was strong enough to securely hold my weight. Now I just needed to finish digging my way out of this hell. I worked for what it seemed to be hours, time to time coming to the window that was open to the courtyard to make sure the guard was there, not alarmed by the noise I make. My face and body were covered in cement dust, I had gotten five bricks completely out and could smell the sweet air of freedom. The six other bricks were free of the bonding enough to move. All I need was an opening big enough for me to fit through. I could've just try to hit it with my leg, but I was afraid the bricks would hit something on their way down and attract the guard's attention. I had to move them one by one. My right hand got tired and I switched hands to push on one especially hard piece of cement when the bolts slid on the surface of the bricks and hit my right arm, which was pushing on the inside of the opening. A sharp pain splashed in my brain with bright red colors and I held my mouth with my hand, muffling my scream. “Motherfucker!” The bolt left a deep cut in the base of my palm, closer to the thumb, and the wound was bleeding heavily. I had to stop my work to find something to bind it with. The pain increased my anger and I managed to pull a few more bricks out of the wall. When the remaining part of the wall was removed I carefully stuck my head through and looked down. A dead drop of the deep cliff with darkness below, my rope was clearly not long to get me all the way down. Fuck! I looked to the side and noticed a roof of the joining one story building. Okay, if I just walked on the wall, suspended with my rope I could get there. I hope... I secured my rope on the bed post and climbed out. It took me some time to pull my bag out and hang it over my shoulder, but eventually I was ready to move. “Just don't look down, think that freedom is just a few steps away. And what ever you do, please don't fucking kill yourself.” I sighed and looked at my destination point, trying to figure out how far down I had to get. I remembered when me and Bruce had tried rock climbing and slowly worked the thick rope with my hands, lowering myself down and moving my feet on the wall. Easier said than done, and the pain in my wrist wasn't helping, so it took me a few tries to get it right, but when my feet reached the roof of the building I almost screamed in victory. I looked around and made my way to the peak of the roof, carefully peeking over to the other side to see where I was. To my despair, the building was facing the courtyard. Fuck! I made it all the way to the right, hiding from the guard's view and trying not to make any noise and found a stone fence attached to the side of the building. A bit further there was a big tree growing on the other side of the fence stretching it's branches over it. I smiled, remembering my teen years when I used a tree by my house to escape from my window. If I could make it to one of the branches undetected it would be a piece of cake to get down from there and out of this prison. |
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| elena | June 16, 2010, 1:41 pm Post #401 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I really love this story.It's so great!Thank you! Angel is very brave I really love her character.I hope her plan will work and soon she will escape. Can't wait for more! |
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| Hex | June 16, 2010, 3:18 pm Post #402 |
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Bad Seed
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i love this story i hope that she will escape from Psycho Chris and go back to james you are a very good writer
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| the_mighty_het | June 16, 2010, 6:46 pm Post #403 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Go Angel She's very strong, she can make it!!! |
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| metalgal4life | June 16, 2010, 10:50 pm Post #404 |
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For liberty ...and justice for all!!
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We're all cheering for ya Angel!!! And I really can't wait for James to get his hands on that mother fucker!!!
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| Kimmi | June 17, 2010, 3:32 am Post #405 |
Outlaw Torn
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Way to go Angel ! She's a ninja ! I hope she'll be able to escape.
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