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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| elena | June 26, 2010, 12:13 pm Post #436 |
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Outlaw Torn
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You made my day! and I'm very upset because Metallica sing tonight and I won't see them. A new chapter will make me feel better.
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| Olyamet | June 26, 2010, 1:04 pm Post #437 |
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Jäger.....
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Aaawww...Sorry to hear that Elena. But your wish is granted! Thanks for all your comments girls! Love you! More. XXVII. Stranger in a Strange Land (Angel's POV) I felt someone's hand moving on my wrist. James... Oh, thank God it was a dream! I smiled and opened my eyes. A stranger's face, with big green eyes, was right above me, he was kneeling by my side. My smile vanished off my lips and I felt blood rushing from my head. Oh no, my nightmare continues! They found me! No, no, no... I quickly moved my arms away and backed into the wall behind me. “Did that fuck send you after me? He needs more than one man to make me go back, I'll fight you if I have to!” The stranger stood up and smiled. “Oh good, you're alive, for a second there I thought you were dead. The name is Max, I don't know who you're talking about and I have no intention of making you go anywhere. Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?” He spoke English, finally someone who could understand me! Should I trust this guy? I stood up, keeping as much distance between us as the narrow balcony allowed. “What are you doing here, if you're weren't sent after me by that dickhead?” He smirked and ran his hand along the strap of the rifle that was hanging over his shoulder. “I think I have the upper hand to ask questions here. Plus it's just polite to introduce yourself. So let's try this again.” He stretched hand in my direction. ”I'm Max.” I took one step forward and carefully moved my arm up, watching his every move. “Angel.” His open face, friendly smile, and the warmth of his hand that gripped mine made me feel more relaxed. At least he was a human being, not some wild animal or someone who worked for my kidnapper. “Angel? Did you fall out of the sky right into hell and then crawled your way out?” His eyes slid on my body, and I unconsciously followed his gaze. My clothes were covered in dried mud and I remembered my climb over the waterfall ridge. Well, he's right, I do look like I crawled out of Hell. “Kind of. Where am I?” I pulled my hand away and stepped back once again. Better to keep a distance for now. He does have a gun and I don't know him. God knows I've made a mistake in trusting people too quickly before, not this time. I learned my lesson. “You are in the rainforest of Prey Veng, in the ancient temple not far from the Elephant mountains. Hungry?” He sat down and opened his backpack, pulling a can and a bottle of water from it. My stomach immediately growled in anticipation of food. Dammit! “I mean, what country?” I watched him open a can and felt a wave of nauseating hunger. Considering the last meal I had was at about six, last night, before many hours of work and a long walk through the jungle. Wait... how long did I sleep? I looked up and saw the golden glow of sunset on the side wall. Shit! I slept all day? “We're in Cambodia.” “Cambodia?!? Oh fuck... That far?” I looked at him in state of shock and slowly sat down. “No wonder no one found me... they're probably not even thinking of looking that far...” “Sorry I only have beans...Who is looking for you?” Max pushed plastic fork in the can and handed it to me. My mouth watered when the smell of food made it's way to my nostrils. My stomach growled again, hurrying up the much needed food as I dug into the can, hastily swallowing the cold but oh-so-long overdue meal. “Thanks, I hate beans! A few people... and I want to be found by some but not the other...” I managed to talk through the food. “Well, all I can tell you is I'm not from either team... I have no idea who you are and I sure wasn't looking for you.” “What were you looking for, a treasure?” My stomach happily murmured, welcoming the incoming fuel and I felt much better. I pulled a bottle of water from my bad and washed the last pieces down, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “That depends on what you call a treasure... So, tell me, how did you end up here?” He rested his back on the wall and took a sip from his bottle. “Thank you for the breakfast.. Not by my will. ” Should I trust him enough to tell it all? What if he decides to take me to that fucker? He does have a rifle... “No problem, I don't want your growling guts giving up our hiding place. So... Someone brought you here, you escaped, and now they're looking for you?” He rinsed my fork with the water from the bottle and put it back into his backpack. “Bull's eye. Who are you hiding from?” “Just pissed off the wrong people, so if you don't mind we share this place till it gets dark, a few hours to get to know each other better.” He stretched his legs, sliding down and resting his head on the backpack. I stood up, finished my water, and picked up my bag. “I need to keep going. It was nice to meet you Max. If you'd be so kind, tell me what direction I can find an American or English embassy I'l-” “You're not going anywhere.” He looked at me, then closed his eyes and continued. “Not unless you want to run into the people that are looking for me. And trust me, you don't want to meet them. Plus, who ever is looking for you is probably on the hunt too, the night is the best time for us.” “I can't just sit here... I need to get to the embassy and...” He sat up and looked at me with an annoyed expression. “Listen, Angel, if that is your real name, the people that looking for me have guns, and they're not exactly polite, help-a-women-in-distress kind of guys, more like the rape and kill kind. Plus, I don't want to risk you telling to them about me. So, here is the plan. I'm going to the city anyway, Phnom Penh is the closest one and it's where the embassy is. We will hide during the day light and travel at night. In two, three nights we will be there.” “Three nights! It's that far?” I couldn't cover my disappointment. “If we walk fast, we can make it in two nights and travel partially in the day light when we get closer to the city.” His voice sounded softer. “You have no idea just how much I hate that fucker right now.” I sighed, dropped my bag, and slid down. “We have some time, care to tell me your story?” Max fixed his backpack under his head and turned my way. His green eyes smiled at me. Is he the help I asked for? “You go first, before I trust you, I want to know more about you.” |
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| elena | June 26, 2010, 1:39 pm Post #438 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Thank you! I hope Max is a good man.He seems to.
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| Janee | June 26, 2010, 1:55 pm Post #439 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Max is going to help Angel find James. I hope. I want more |
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| Auluna Raie | June 26, 2010, 5:28 pm Post #440 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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You best be a good guy Max, because we got guns too! *waves shotgun* |
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| mishmash | June 26, 2010, 5:45 pm Post #441 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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He better not be on Chris' side. I'll kill him If he isn't, I hope he can help Angel get home! |
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| metalgal4life | June 26, 2010, 11:20 pm Post #442 |
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For liberty ...and justice for all!!
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Sounds like this Max guy might just be one of the good ones! Hopefully he'll help all he can in getting her back home!
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| Kimmi | June 27, 2010, 1:57 am Post #443 |
Outlaw Torn
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This is exciting. I hope Max is really on her side... Can't wait for more now. |
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| the_mighty_het | June 27, 2010, 7:06 am Post #444 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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At last someone to help Angel I'm looking forward to reading more
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| MetalSanta | June 27, 2010, 10:08 am Post #445 |
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Imitations are pale...
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Ohhhhhhhh noooooo I just caught up the last updates and I thought there would be at least one more, knowing your inspiration Man, when I think of it, this story started on kind of a fuss who changed into a sex affair between two super rock stars (and not the least ^^) and is endind (is it ending?) in an incredible and thrilling adventure ! THAT'S A STORY, MAN ! I so love the turn the fic is taking... I'm captivated, all eyes, all ears ! Please more Olya ! You've done great, nah, awesome job til then.
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| Olyamet | June 28, 2010, 10:10 pm Post #446 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls, you comments make my day! Love you all! Here is more. (Angel's POV continue) His full name was Maximilian Graft, he was an American, a professor of Biology at Chicago's Northwestern University. I tried to put the 'professor' title to his appearance... hm... shoulder length black wavy hair, scruffy four or five days beard, piercing green eyes outlined by long black eyelashes, a lean tan body that seemed to have had plenty of exercise... yeah, professor my ass. Maybe if I imagined him in a suit with books and glasses. Nope... he was just too good-looking to be a geek. But as soon as he started his story, I had no doubt he was who he said he was. He had too much passion for animals, perfect speech, and a strong voice trained by long lectures. Six years ago, one of Max's colleague brought pictures from a trip to Cambodia, on a few of the shots there was a bear living in a cage in one of the villages. The bear was just like the local, well known moon bear, but with a golden coat, dark mane and black panda-like rings around the eyes. When Max saw those pictures, he was stunned to be facing a bear he couldn't identify. No one knew that species, it had never been seen before. He travel to this country five years ago and all he could find was fur, claws, and skulls of the identical bear on the market and heard multiple stories of the golden bear. He knew that this rare animal existed and he was determined to find it in the wild. He left his job in Chicago and ever since he'd been here, searching the rainforest. Living in Cambodia, he was astonished to find out how common the wild animal trade was here. The poverty in this country was so bad that people turned to the junglet for their income. Local hunters were trapping rare animals for sale as pets, roadside attractions, or to supply body parts for Eastern medicine. Tigers and bears were hunted all over the country, bringing the number of the endangered species to the warning mark. He tried to work with local law to stop the hunters, but country rules were too complicated and too weak. Max went back to the U.S. and joined the Wildlife Protection Office. He wanted to establish the first ever wildlife survey of Cambodian forests and get more people involved in stopping the animal slaughter and capture. He knew if he could prove the existence of new, rare species of bear, it would get attention worldwide. He came back here and ever since he'd been working with one local photographer to try and find that golden bear. A few days ago, he finally got his treasure in his possession, footage of a female bear with two cubs. But on the way back to the city they stumbled on a hidden drug factory. His guide was captured and killed, his equipment was lost, all he had left was what he had on him. A backpack with some food, a few cameras, his treasured films, and his rifle, that shot tranquilizer darts. He was on the run for four days before he met me, circling the forest, trying to cover his tracks. When Max finished his story, he grew quiet, drifting into his thoughts. I broke the silence with a sigh. “I asked for help, hoping that Indiana Jones would show up and save me, but instead I've got a biologist with a tranquilizer gun, on the run from armed drug dealers. That is just great.” “Could've been worst, you could've met hunters, the sex slavery market is blooming here, you know. If you clean up a bit, they can get a few bucks for you.” I gave him an 'eat shit' glare and he smiled at me. “Your turn, lets see what kind of help I've got.” I took a sip of water and fixed my bag under my head. What the hell, I'll tell him everything, he doesn't look so intimidating, he's just a harmless scientist. He listened to my story without interrupting and when I was finished he sat up. “It sound like we in the same boat here. I was hoping to meet Jane but instead I got a fame-spoiled rock star, a married one at that. Just my luck.” He rolled his eyes at me. “Well, for a fame-spoiled rock star, I think I did pretty well so far.” I snapped back with a grin. “I didn't do so bad for just a biologist.” He replied with the same tone of voice. |
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| Auluna Raie | June 28, 2010, 10:26 pm Post #447 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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This Odd Couple just might make it out
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| Kimmi | June 29, 2010, 7:08 pm Post #448 |
Outlaw Torn
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He seems like a decent guy. Thanks for update.
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| Lenne13 | June 29, 2010, 10:03 pm Post #449 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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And the story gets better and better ... Thanks Olya!!!! I gonna wait for more!!
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| the_mighty_het | June 30, 2010, 9:43 am Post #450 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I love this story more and more!! Now let's hope Max will help Angel !!
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