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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 24, 2010, 3:50 pm (46,599 Views) | |
| Olyamet | January 30, 2010, 12:09 am Post #31 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls!!! I love you all!!! Ready for more? V. (Alexia's POV) The sun woke me up mercilessly shining right on my face. I attempted to move away, but seemed like it was everywhere. Why is it so bright? Had I overslept and Meg didn't wake me up? I open my eyes and immediately closed them shut again. What...? My heart heavily pounded in my chest in fear and I hesitantly reached with both hands from my sides, feeling unbelievable softness under me. I quickly opened my eyes one more time, looking in disbelieve at the bright white ceiling above me. Where am I? Am I still asleep? I pinched my arm and winced with pain... no... it's not a dream... I perfectly remember how this room looked yesterday, this was a different place... soft bed... instead of fur some unknown silky fabric... I carefully looked around, feeling chills crawling down my spine. This room looked like nothing I'd ever seen before. I pinched my arm again and again in hope of waking up, but nothing changed. I closed my eyes feeling my heart trembling in horror. What's happening? A sudden strange loud ringing made me open my eyes, and freeze in place. The noise was coming from a small black object on the table by my bed. I lay completely petrified, staring at the strange noisy box. Finally it went silent and I heard Meg's voice somewhere beyond the walls of this room. “Yeah... no... she's still sleeping... okay... bye.” I jumped off the bed. “Meg!” I opened the door into darkness, my feet touched a smooth cold surface, and I gasped, bracing myself on the wall. Something clicked under my hand and bright light lit the small white room with weird shiny, white furniture. I froze, feeling lightheaded and shaking with fear. What is this place? How did I get here? And where is Meg? I caught movements in the corner of my eye and turned my head. My hair raised at the site of the naked young women just a few feet away from me. I backed into the wall, not recognizing my own voice. “Who are you? Are you the witch that brought me here?” The woman's mouth opened and closed like she was talking at the same time with me, but I couldn't hear anything. She looked as scared as I was, pressing herself to the wall behind her. I raised my hand to her and she did the same, repeating my movement, we both stepped closer, reaching to each other. The cold touch sent shivers through my body as my hand slid over the hard smooth surface. “What kind of magic is this?!” I griped my throat and the stranger did the same exact movement at the same time. I turned my head and she did same... I place both hands in front of me, she did the same. This time I was ready for a cold surface and didn't jump back. I stood with my hands pressed to hers with an invisible barrier between us. “Answer me!” Her mouth silently moved with mine. I looked closer, something in her look was familiar... she had long black wavy hair, like mine, her green eyes remind me eyes of my father. My eyes stopped on the bracelet on her wrist, made of silver with my family symbols, then moved to emerald pendant. My royal seal! “You robbed me while I was sleeping!” I moved my hand to check my necklace, tightly gripping to the silver and her hand mirrored my move. I looked down at myself... then back at the woman and burst in laughter, suddenly realizing that the stranger was just my reflection. An unbelievably clear, never seen before, magic like reflection. I had never seen this kind of mirror, it was not cloudy or yellow, like the mirrors in my castle. So... this was me all alone... I looked closer, childishly sticking my tongue out at the mirror. Now I just needed to figure out how I got here... I sat down on the only one chair in this weird room, it was cold, hard, almost as it was made of the marble and quite uncomfortable. I tried to lean back, my elbow hit some kind of lever on the side of it and I heard water running under me. The sound was coming from inside of the chair. I immediately jumped up. What in the Gods name...? I noticed that the seat of the chair wasn't solid and ran my fingers under it, the top moved, opening shallow bowl with circling water. It's drained down, making bubbling noise and a few seconds later the bowl magically refilled itself. Nothing bad had happened and I dared to push on the lever again, watching repeating of the process. I noticed the small holding tank on the back of the chair and opened it up. My fear had subsided with the curiosity spell taking over my mind. I forgot about Meg and spent a long time in that small white room, turning and pulling at every lever and trying to figure out how to work most of the devices there. The most unbelievable discovery was a hidden small waterfall, coming from a flat iron head in the wall. The water was surprisingly warm and I dared to washed my body and hair with the great smelling liquids, that I found in the small colored jars on the shelf. I dried my skin with soft rugs hanging on the hook on the wall, one of the rugs was big enough, so I wrapped it around my body and returned to the first room. Wonder what other interesting secrets this place holds. I looked around and saw a big window, but when I looked out, my body shook at the scene behind it. In complete shock I watched big, horseless carriages, painted in different bright colors, magically moving along unbelievably straight road. Neatly shaped big houses were standing side by side, very close to each other. What ever this land is, people here must be rich to afford such houses, but on the other hand... where is the land? How can they be rich without the farms? Right under my window was a small patch of land with unknown to me plants and flowers. I looked back at the road and my eyes widened, when I saw a man riding a horse, but when he passed closer I notice that this was an even weirder type of carriage with only two wheels, yet somehow he wasn't falling. Wicked, wild, unbelievable place... am I in the land of witches? A man dressed in bright red, short sleeved shirt walked by right under my window, and I stepped back, afraid that he would see me undressed. Which brings me to... the need to find something to wear. After a few minutes looking around the room I found pants on the chair by the chair. The fabric was painted light blue, the pants were probably belong to some one very poor, judging by the multiple rips on them, but it was all I could find, so I decided to put them on. They fit very tight and I sighed, picking up something that looked like a white undershirt. After I put it on I went back to the small room with the mirror and looked at my reflection, gasping in shock. The shirt was too open the on top and slid off one shoulder, the pants were tight as skin. I looked ridiculously and shamelessly naked. I could never dare to let men see me like this... I went back to the room searching for any other clothes and found a strange robe, made of the same fabric as the wash rugs. This look was much better, now I could go through the second door and try to find Meg, James, and Kirk, maybe they know what had happened to us. As I bent down to find my boots, a wave of a crushing headache hit my head almost making me pass out. Everything became blurry for a second... oh.. no... not again... I grabbed onto the bed, fighting the dizziness, but nothing around me changed. Same room, same strange clothing.. but somehow I felt different... my head was not as clear as before. The strong wave of headache crushed my temples, bringing a strong feeling of nausea. What is happening to me? Get up... get a grip... and face this strange reality and find your companions. |
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| Oh Hell | January 30, 2010, 12:25 am Post #32 |
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Oooooooh nice twist Ollie! Can't wait to see the others' reactions. When it gets to that point. Nor can I wait to see how the story will go around it.
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| namenlos | January 30, 2010, 12:41 am Post #33 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Wow, interesting! How did she get there? Will she find the others? I'm loaded with questions, Ollie, don't make wait too long for an update.
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| Kimmi | January 30, 2010, 1:39 am Post #34 |
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Oh wow... now you got me all confused. Interesting twist indeed... |
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 30, 2010, 10:42 am Post #35 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Yeah, what the hell is going on? :wacko: |
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| Auluna Raie | January 30, 2010, 11:02 am Post #36 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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You have my attention :wacko: |
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| metalgal4life | January 30, 2010, 5:55 pm Post #37 |
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For liberty ...and justice for all!!
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Oooh! Coolness! Wonder what she will find in this "strange" world??
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| Olyamet | January 31, 2010, 12:45 pm Post #38 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls!!! I'm glad you like it! More.. VI I carefully opened the door and found an empty hallway, with covered in smooth light color walls, and the floor made of polished to the shine wood. I carefully stepped out and slowly moved ahead, trying to get ready for anything in this land of witches. I came to a stairs and made my way down into a huge room. I immediately saw Meg, she was sitting on a weird, puffy chair with her back to me, listening to a man in a small box-like window. I ran to her, but as soon as I came closer I stopped dead in my track. My friend looked different. Her hair was cut to a men's length, and twisted into something that was looked like a horse tail. And what was she wearing?! How could she let that old man see her like that? Was she planing to seduce him? Suddenly the man was gone, replaced by a woman and a child. How was that possible? Nevertheless, it was Meg, so I stepped closer, avoiding to look at the magical window. “Meg! I'm so glad to see you!” She turned to and smiled. “Morning sunshine. Very funny, you know I can't speak as many languages as you, so English please.” She stood up, taking a small black object in her hand and pointing it at the magic window, it blinked and turned black. How is that...? What in the name of Gods...? My thoughts were interrupted by my friend's voice. “Are you cold?” Right... what is English? A different dialect? I took a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. I understood what she'd said, so I knew that English she spoke of, let's try it again. “No... why?” Strange words left my lips and headache deepened, sharply digging into my temples. Meg smiled. “That's much better! You're wearing a robe on top of your clothes. Don't you think it's a bit much for summer?” “I don't know...” Okay, so I can speak that dialect, somehow I knew it, my clouded mind slowly brought new words. “Meg... where are we? And where are Kirk and James? What's happened?” I held my breath waiting for her answer. “What kind of the questions are those? Are you okay? And who the hell is Kirk and James?” She looked concerned. I felt the ground shifting from under my feet and lowered myself in a chair. “I don't... I don't remember...” I grabbed my head, feeling it spin. “You aren't joking... Alex are you sure you're okay? Shit!” She sat down by me and took my face into her hands. “I knew we should've gone with the paramedics and get checked in ER! Did you hit your head? What do you remember?” Should I tell her that the last thing I remembered was going to sleep in James' bed? In a different world, with a different Meg by my side...? I looked into eyes of my friend, that were peering in mine. No... let's start with a small steps. “Tell me what happened yesterday.” Meg let go of my face and spoke. “Yesterday we got into an accident. I'll never drive drunk again... we barely avoided hitting a semi-truck. You turned the steering wheel just in time...” New words I didn't know the meaning of entered my head and I felt lightheaded. Another sharp wave of pain hit my head and rendered, leaving clear images. A monster with glowing eyes, roaring in the dark... semi truck blowing it's horn, my hands turning the wheel sending our car to drive off the road into the ditch.... Cold shivers run down my spine. My nightmare! Oh... Gods... “And before that?” My voice lowered to a whisper. “Before that we were drinking at the bar, celebrating our freedom for the summer! We got so drunk! At one point I even thought you're going to pass out, when that... what was his name? I don't remember... fuck it. Anywho, when that guy tried to hypnotize you, and you got all pale and shit!“ She laughed. “Remember that?” “No... I don't think so...” I closed my eyes, fighting back the pounding headache that followed new bright images. Bright room with pounding music... my hand on the shot glass. Jager bombs... Lips let out a whisper. “It was a bar... that strange loud place?” “Okay, now you are seriously scarring the fuck out of me.” Meg's face got serious. “I'm scaring myself...” I whispered back. “Do you remember that you're a university student? That you know eighteen languages?” She looked at me with wide eyes. “Alex please tell me you remember all that.” New words floated in my head and every one of them settled with new images and someone else's memory came from beyond my understanding... How is that possible? What kind of magic is this? Do I know who am I? My mind slowly brought an answer. Alexia of Cherso— I felt a wave of dizziness... Alexia Troy, a twenty year old student. A speeding carousel of my life spun in my mind, making me grip into my head. This is my and Meg's house, this is San Francisco, California, America. Meg is my best friend, I have no one else, my parents are dead, my twin brother is money wasting piece of shit, and this is the summer of... nineteen eighty-six!! Oh... my... Gods... help me! I rubbed my temples with my hands, trying to stop all this craziness. Meg noticed the panicked state I was in and placed her hands on my shaking shoulders. “Alex.. you're scaring me...tell me you remember all that.” “I do... I don't know how... but I do... Meg... it's not my memory!” Tears poured out of my eyes, I felt so lost and confused. “What do you mean... not your memory? What do you remember?” She pulled my hands away from my face and looked in my eyes. I took a deep breath and started my story, what I remembered about Chersoness, our life there, and what happened to us. The story took a while to tell, but she didn't interrupt me listening with wide eyes until I was done. Once I finished, she looked more concerned than before. “You think I'm crazy... don't you?” I leaned back into the softness of the chair, feeling drained and tired. “You know... I think you just got too deep into that history stuff, you spent last four months researching some ancient countries... maybe you had a dream, a very vivid dream.. and it all just got mixed up in your head... and yesterday's drinking made it worse.” She smiled at me, trying to reassure me. “I don't know what to think, Meg.. I'm scared... for the first time in my life, I'm terrified.” “Just try to rest, you'll feel better, you'll see! Go back to sleep, your mind needs to reboot and everything will be normal again, or we can go to ER and ask them to scan your head.. you know, just to be sure... We can do that when I comeback, I hate to leave you like this, but my father will kill me if I don't bring him his lenses... I'll be back in a few hours. You go eat and sleep. Okay?” “I'll try...” After Meg left I wandered around now strangely familiar to me house and ended up in my office. One book was open on the table and I walked closer. There was a picture on the page and my heart sped up when I took a closer look. I quickly raised my wrist to my eyes. The same writing that was on my bracelet was in the picture on a sword handle... a sword I remember playing with when I was a kid... my father's sword. The sword of the King Sviatoslav. I closed my eyes and the figure of a King appeared in my mind, it started to slowly melt, changing into a picture of the same man, but with short hair and without a beard, wearing a military uniform. My father was a Navy officer... he never had a sword... Oh... Gods... I am crazy...? What's happening to me? I walked back to my bedroom, dropping on the bed. All this was too much for my poor scrambled mind and I quickly give in, welcoming sleep. When I wake up, everything will be back to normal... --- Tires screeched and a loud horn blared the air, freezing blood in my veins. Bright headlights from an oncoming semi-truck lit up Meg's terrified face. My hands turned the steering wheel all the way to the right and my heart pounded, ready to jump out of my throat as I screamed. Steering wheel melted, softening up in my hands, and I open my eyes. The room was barely visible in the twilight and a light summer breeze reached my face. I breathed in the familiar and dear to my heart scent of a nearby sea. My hands slid over the fur covers. Thank Gods! It was another dream, another vision. Meg was laying by me, smiling at her dreams and I carefully got up, walking to a small, slightly open window. Dawn was melting night away and lighting up a narrow line at the horizon. I took another deep breath. I'm myself again! I am Alexia of Chersoness. I'm home.. I sat down, enjoying the light breeze and quiet time before sunrise, leaning my elbow on the window, and propping my head on my hands. Thoughts about last few days flooded my head. So much had happened... the attack, that weird... what ever it was... a day dreams, visions? Meeting Kirk and James... James... I sighed and lowered my head. My hair swept over my face, and a cold flash hit my body, making my jump. That smell! Nothing that I knew in my world would make my hair smell like this... colorful jars... from the shower...SHOWER! I grabbed my temples, rubbing them. I remembered it all... two separate lives... two separate times... oh Gods, how can that be? I stood by the window, frozen in complete shock, trying to wrap my mind around all this. Is it possible that the Gods sent me to a different world when I was sleeping? Wait... the next thought that came from the another's mind flashed through my head, weakening my knees. Time travel! But why? And if I remember both lives... Where do I belong? |
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 31, 2010, 1:04 pm Post #39 |
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Wow, that is one helluva twist :wacko: |
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| Oh Hell | January 31, 2010, 1:39 pm Post #40 |
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Woooow! My brain got a little scrambled but, it worked when I got to the end. I really like it. Wonder if she'll meet 1986 James and Kirk? Lots and lots to discover!
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| namenlos | January 31, 2010, 1:42 pm Post #41 |
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Wow, time travel! This is gonna be one awesome story!
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| Kimmi | January 31, 2010, 4:37 pm Post #42 |
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Wow... I'm even more confused. Time travelling? Time machine? Did she go into the future or into the past? Which one of her "lifes" is the real one? More, please!! I'm hooked. Awesome story. |
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| MetalSanta | January 31, 2010, 7:43 pm Post #43 |
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Imitations are pale...
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That's the exact question I asked myself !!! WE ALL WANNA KNOW !!! That's a hell of a story, writer !
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| metalgal4life | January 31, 2010, 11:13 pm Post #44 |
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For liberty ...and justice for all!!
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What the freak? :wacko: I'm just slightly confused... I do very much like the dramatic twist though! I'm scratching my head like a madman!
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| elena | February 1, 2010, 10:49 am Post #45 |
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This story is amaizing!
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How did she get there? Will she find the others?
I'm loaded with questions, Ollie, don't make wait too long for an update.


8:38 PM Jul 10