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| namenlos | May 7, 2011, 5:16 pm Post #781 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Oh, I do hope some good comes out of all of this, and no one gets in any serious trouble.
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| Lenne13 | May 7, 2011, 9:04 pm Post #782 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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The kids will get in trouble ... And also Nicholas .... If at least, the plan works ... Angel and James apart is not right.... Thanks for the update Olya!!
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| Hawkeye | May 8, 2011, 12:27 am Post #783 |
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Blackened
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Oohh, loved this update! James and Angel seem slightly closer to making up!
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| Izzy | May 9, 2011, 5:03 pm Post #784 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Just caught up... The kids ran away, oh my god, they certainly made their parents worried by doing so. Anyway, her plan of running away to get her parents back together seems to be working, so far. Also, Nicholas shouldn't have helped the kids to run away, but I'm glad that he's now doing the right thing by returning them back to their parents. Because he obviously knew that if he didn't, things would have gotten a lot worse. ![]() Anyway, I now hope something good happens after all of this.
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| Olyamet | May 16, 2011, 4:49 pm Post #785 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls!!! Glad to see you haven't tired yet of this fic. Awesome to see an old readers are still here! Love you all!!! (Angel's POV) I closed my eyes and breathed in. Say what's in your heart... pull everything that's in my heart. Pain... there's so much pain in my heart... God... I... I don't know if you can hear me... if you've ever heard me. I was so angry with you for so many years... I know that I'm damned in your eyes forever, but... my children can't be the ones to pay for my sin. Spare them... let them come back... please... I'll do anything you ask of me... just bring them back... I want them back, I want them safe... at least give me a sign that they're safe... Please... Tear slowly crept over my cheek and I breathed out, trying to feel the answer, but all I could feel was the burning iron fist squeezing my heart, leaving the rest of my body ice cold, almost nonexistent. Nothing... a thought entered my mind, twisting my insides. My kids ran away because I'm a bad mother... it's all my fault... and now they're somewhere... in the hands of God knows who... all my fault... I opened my eyes and looked over the room full of people. Lars was holding hands with his wife, face worried... Kirk in the corner, talking with Bruce, my mother sitting on the couch, her hands nervously moving along the edge of her skirt, Phill's hand on her shoulder. Steve by the window with Lisa by his side, Max and Cindy... multiple people in uniforms moving around the room, Ray with a phone in his hand. All of the sudden I felt alone, standing in the dark, bleeding with unbearable pain that was pulsating from every cell of my body. It consumed me, thickening, surrounding me, drowning me, suffocating me. One thought hammered in my mind, I want them back... I want my kids with me! I wanted to voice it, but my scream stuck somewhere in my chest, expanding and ripping through my rib cage. I tried to breath in but choked with my own tears. James' hands landed on my shoulders, tightening, and that embrace pushed the fog of insanity back, it pulled me out of the darkness. I'm not alone... I leaned back into his arms, unable to stop my tears, letting my pain out in an almost animal howl. “Angel, baby, we'll get them back... we'll get them back... any minute now, they'll come back to us...” He choked, burying his face in my neck, and I felt him shaking with a silent cry. I turned, pressing his head to me, stroking his hair, feeling as one with my love. The memories of our life together flooded my head, images started to change, like someone was playing them one after another in my mind. The day we met, the day we got together, happy days on our tour, the day we got married, Kat's birth. A spinning carousel of images brought feelings with it. Warmth, belonging, love... The images continued to play, the day James was burned, the day I found out I was pregnant with the boys, the day James found me in Cambodia... his voice calling me,when I was lost in Limbo... The spinning slowed down and got stuck on one picture. Limbo... Scalding cold fingers griped my mind and my heart flipped in my chest, seizing in horror. Limbo! I felt my body tense and go limp, but James' arms caught me. “Angel, what's wrong?” “Limbo! Oh, no... it can't be... no... no... not... no...” I gripped into his shirt, shaking my head, sending tears running over my face. My heart fluttered in my chest, ready to jump out in terror. “No.. please God no!” “What are you talking about?” James' eyes peered into mine. I felt my body shaking, the cold grip of fear turning into fire, burning through my spine, my mind drowned in it's own scream, letting go of reality, unable to accept it. I gripped my head, trying to silence my own horrible thoughts. “They were this age when I saw them there! They were this age! They were there!! In Limbo at this age!!!” My heart heavily pounded in my temples. “No.. don't say that... don't even think that... no... not our boys... no... don't... no... don't you dare think that!” James pulled me to him, pressing my head to his chest. I breathed in his pain, desperately trying to silence the voice inside of my head. (Kat's POV) Nicholas' call got me into panic, I was so sure that the plan would work, I just needed more time. I know I'm cruel to make them worry, but they worried together. They'd have no choice but be together, and this should work... I know I'm right... Nic can't take us back now, it's too soon... I have to give them more time. A sudden thought appeared in my mind and I looked back at the boys, who were sleeping on the bed. I can steer the boat away, so Nic can't make us to go back, that would give us more time. I quickly ran up to the pier and untied the boat, just as I was ready to get back on it, I saw Nicholas' car. He jumped out and ran to me without closing the door. “I'm taking you back.” He grabbed and pulled my hand, dragging me to the car. “We're not going! If they're not together all this was for nothing!” I tried to free myself from his grip. “I don't care! I'm taking you back. I should've never agreed to this!” He pulled me stronger. “I'll tell your father about the pot!” I tired to play my only card, but Nic turned to me with an angry face. “I don't bloody care! I got myself into bigger trouble! You don't get it, the police are looking for matching tires, my tiers! Everyone will know it was me! We'll go back and tell them the truth before it's too late.” “The police may never find who's car it was... I need to give them more time.” I tried to pull back one more time, and finally got my hand out of his, stepping back. “Kat, you have no idea how worried they are! All this is out of control!” Nicholas caught me by my waist and basically shoved me into the passenger seat. “Stay here, I'll get the boys.” “I got everyone in trouble... for nothing...” I dropped my head into my hands, feeling guilty and hopeless. Nicholas lowered himself to me and tried to pull my hands off, his voice softened. “Kat... I'm sorry, but this was a horrible plan to begin with... I was an idiot... I should've told you... I should've use my brain. I was so afraid of my father finding out about the pot... I didn't think straight. God... I should've act like an adult and--” A hoarse and loud horn blasted above the waters, making us both look back at the pier. My hert jumped in fear when I saw Nicholas' boat drifting away with the river current, right into the path of the garbage barge. There was no way for the huge ship to turn away, it roared with two loud signals in a desperate attempt to warn the helpless drifter. I gasped, covering my lips with my hands. Oh no, the twins! My mouth felt dry as fear froze me in place and my scream got stuck somewhere in my throat. Nicholas jumped up and raced to the end of pier, kicking his clothes off and screaming. “Call the police!” |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | May 16, 2011, 4:58 pm Post #786 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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I deeply apologize for the following shitty review but my brain is swimming around in a sea of Chemistry and I can't say anything proper. OH FUCK. DHSGCDGHJGFVJGJF
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| tuesday's gone | May 16, 2011, 5:06 pm Post #787 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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You better have the next update up your sleeve Olya, because this is just plain CRUEL! |
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| namenlos | May 16, 2011, 5:25 pm Post #788 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Oh no! Please, no!
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| Hawkeye | May 16, 2011, 8:13 pm Post #789 |
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Blackened
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No, no, no, don't stop there!! I'm dying waiting to know the next part! I hope the boys are ok. |
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| Lenne13 | May 16, 2011, 10:27 pm Post #790 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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OH MY GOD.... Poor Angel....Feeling like it was your fault the leakage of children ... And the twins, now, in really danger... I hope Nicolas be able to reach the boat ... Many, many emotions.... I'll wait for the next update soon....I can't waiting ... Thanks Olya!! You're the best! :horns2 |
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| Lilith | May 16, 2011, 11:00 pm Post #791 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Oh, no! I'm biting my nails here!
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| Olyamet | May 24, 2011, 6:52 pm Post #792 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls! I'm posting the next part, while I'm writing as fast as I can, or as most of you know, my usual way... ![]() No cliffhanger intended, just cut off of the POVs. I was planning to wait till I finish, but some one here.... coughjuliacough... can't wait. So here it is... (Ray's POV) I felt like I was back in time, with same people, now my closest friends, same worried faces, same atmosphere of fear for loved ones. My eyes skimmed over the room and returned to the pages of the police report. I went over it for the thousandth time, hoping there was something I missed, something that would give me more clues, something... No forced entry, the door was open from the inside of the house. No unknown finger prints anywhere inside. Yes, I know, we swiped the whole house... Three set of foot prints on the patch of the garden, where children crossed by the gazebo. No other prints or traces of anyone inside the property. No phone calls made to unknown numbers, only to family and friends. No phone calls made the evening before the disappearance. Tire marks found on the small part of the pavement on the left side of the gate. The only clue... Thankfully the rain that came two days ago, washed some dirt in the lower area. I lowered the report and closed my eyes. The kids left the house on their own, we know that, but why? Was someone luring them away? God knows how many sick predators there are around... I opened my eyes and looked at the Hetfields. No... I don't want to even think that! But if that was the case... why take all three? Usually predators go for one... they choose in their preference... boys or girls... no... this is not just a kidnapping... or at least not that kind... thank God. Okay... what if the kids wanted to run away? This is not the kind of family where kids run away because they're not happy, or frightened, or abused. These aren't the kind of parents that would do that... I know them. Maybe that's the problem, I can't think clearly because I know them! Okay, let's pretend this is just another cases, forget you know the parents. If children run away from the parents that are abusive, they do it when the parents away. In this case it's easy, both touring or in the studio most of the time, plenty of opportunities to do it when they're not home. Why now? Why all together? I returned my eyes to the paper and read the rest of the report. Missing items: Kat's backpack, her jacket, two pairs of jeans and two shirts. Max's favorite camouflage pants, his two Iron Maiden shirts, a rain jacket and a pair of boots. Ray's jeans, Metallica and Motorhead shirts and sneakers, and both boys' backpacks. Also missing was Ray's CD player, Max's favorite book, and a set of hot wheels toy cars. Rooms: Kat's bed was made, everything in her room was in place, according to mother. Is it? Did we missed something there? I flew up the stairs into Kat's room. My eyes traced over it, looking for any missing pieces, and clues. Nothing... I'm missing something, I know it! I just know it! I hit the wall in frustration and one page of the report flew out of the stack, landing on the floor under the chair. I bent to pick it up and froze in place, looking at the clear indent in the carpet from the chair legs. The chair was moved from it's original position, closer to the window. Does it have anything to do with the case? I sat down on the chair and looked around one more time. Right in front of me on the nightstand was a clock. No one noticed that it was turned away from the bed! She was ready and waiting, watching the clock and the road! I ran into the boys' room, scanning the surroundings. Their beds were left uncovered... as if they jumped off their beds in the middle of the night. Their pajamas thrown on the floor... closet door open... some clothes on the floor... usual way kids keep their room, or getting ready for an unexpected trip in a hurry? Wait... they jumped off their beds... I stepped between the beds to the window. Closed, but not locked... I pulled on the frame and looked out. Right below the window, there it was, the trellis. The boys did leave in a hurry, they weren't part of the plan! Kat was planning to use that trellis to get down and woke them up! They started making noise and she had no choice but to take them with her... there's no doubt, Kat planned this. But why? I returned to the living room, taking my time and slowly making my way to the parents. I have to tell them what I discovered... I hate to do that, but... it seems like Kat was the master mind, now I needed to know why she did it. I tried to prepare myself for the unpleasant and painful conversation. I had to know if there was anything that would make an eleven year old girl want to run away. I know my friends asked me to take this case because they trusted me... and also I know I have to do my job... hurting them with the kind of questions I would never want to ask someone I know. I looked at James' face and tried to silence the voice in my head. No, this man would never! I have to ask... I have to... he will kill me, as soon as I ask the question, he'll kill me. And he would be right to do so, I would kill anyone who asked me if I ever abused or... I can't even think that word in connection to him!... But I have to ask. I stopped dead in my tracks, fighting my emotions, and my assistant's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “We got it.” He handed me a paper and I looked at the name of the owner of the car and breathed out in relief. Oh... thank God! It's not some stranger, it's... I looked around the room, wait... he was just here... where did he go? My eyes caught the figure of Nicko, standing by the Hetfields. Okay... let's get it all straighten out. Find the kids first, then we'll know why. Then I'll ask Kat herself, get the specialist to talk to her, and get it all done. “We know who the car belongs to.” I touched James' shoulder and Angel let go of her husband, gripping to my arm. Both of them breathed out in unison. “Who?” I looked at Nicko and sighed. “Nicholas McBrain.” They both turned to their friend and he stepped back with an astonished look. “My son? But he's... are you sure? What the fuck? You mean all this time he was the one... and he didn't say anything? I'll call him right now and...” Nicko's face turned with anger as he pressed his phone to his ear, and looked back at us. “Busy. I can't believe it! I'm going to fucking kill him!” He rubbed his forehead and was about to push the end call button, when an idea flashed in my head. “Give me you phone, we can trace his number, while it's in use!” I almost jumped, quickly pulling the phone out of the stunned Nicko's hand and ran to my laptop. I entered the number into the GPS program and held my breath, pushing the search button. Oh please use it longer... just don't hang up.... just a few more minutes... The search seemed to go on forever, and everyone in the room gathered behind me. “Come on!” I couldn't help but voice my impatience, but when the screen lit up with an answer, a wave of chills crawled down my spine. Angel and James both gasped, reading the same warning words. 'Currently engaged with an emergency police line. Position: Rotherhithe, Hilton Docklands, Nelson Dock Pier.' |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | May 24, 2011, 7:03 pm Post #793 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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All of you thank me for having an early update. Spoiler: click to toggle Aright, so Ray figured it out. They got the location, and will be on their way real soon. The matter now is will the twins be saved? We'll stay tuned. Loved it, thanks for the early posting.
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| Olyamet | May 24, 2011, 7:17 pm Post #794 |
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Jäger.....
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And I would never!!! |
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| Lilith | May 24, 2011, 11:32 pm Post #795 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Oh, poor poor Nicholas, he is so fried! Phew! I hope they get there soon to rescue the twins! :horns2 |
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