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| MetalSanta | Nov 13 2010, 11:26 PM Post #16 |
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Oh I loved both POV's, very different and well wirtten. Damn that Alice is wondering waaaaaaay too much about everything, she's a thinker ! Now I just want them to meet again
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| olyamet | Nov 14 2010, 08:35 PM Post #17 |
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Thanks girls!!! More. The next day started the same way as the first one, with a scraping noise. Let me guess, it was snowing last night, so he's shoveling that damn snow again. Would that be my alarm every morning? Great. I hope he doesn't think I'll come out again to have a neighborly conversation. I turned on my side and slid the pillow over my ear. The annoying scraping continued. Shit! I dragged myself out of bed and shot an aggravated glare at the figure outside of my window. Fine! I'm up. Should I be a total bitch and go scream at him? I hate waking up early if I don't have to! I can just shoot him... I smiled, looking back at the window. I'm not playing into you cards James, I'll just ignore you and pretend I'm happy to be up at six in the fucking morning. I swallowed another unpleasant meal, making a list of things I needed to get in town. The list ended up being a bit long, I needed a lot of the essentials. Food, some personal hygiene items. That soap I used yesterday in the bath left my skin dry and itchy. My hair went crazy in the hard water and was refusing to cooperate. The tight coils were too much for the hair clip I had with me. It held my waves for a few minutes before splitting apart under the pressure and flying across the room, like a rock from a catapult. I tried to hide my unruly long mane under my hat, but it stood up above my head like a balloon. Grrr!!! How many times I wanted to just cut it all off! I made that mistake once and it was a disaster. Until it grew back I had to put up with looking like Shirley fucking Temple, to the amusement of everyone in college. Thank God I discovered a hair straightener. I gave up on fighting with my curls, wrapped a scarf around my head and pulled the hood of my jacket over my head. I hid my gun in the bathroom in the towels, there was no reason to take it with me. Before I stepped out on my porch I made sure my neighbor was nowhere to be seen and quickly sneaked into my car. The road to town was winding, curves following the mountains. Some parts were narrow and had a deep cliff drop on one side and the rocky snow covered wall on the other. Some were wider with a frozen forest on both sides. Plenty of places to set a trap, perfect for a hit and run accidental death. I would've been very worried if that was Raven's style. To my relief, Mike didn't scream at me for calling him. He knew me better than I thought. He knew I wouldn't just sit pretty and wait. He promised to find all the information I needed in three days. To keep up the appearance of a tourist, I visited a few stores, even bought some stupid souvenirs. Thank God Mike thought of giving me a good amount of cash. Using my credit card would surely blow my cover. I ended up ordering a microwave at the local appliance store, to my surprise, they didn't have any at this moment, but promised to get one in two days. I set the time of the pick up in three days, when I would return to make a call. ----- For next few days I got to know my cabin pretty well, and it started to feel more like a home to me. I avoided my neighbor, despite his attempts to draw my attention. He was often hanging outside around his house, giving me plenty of opportunities to come up and talk to him, if I wanted to. Since I had nothing else to preoccupy my mind with, I kind of ended up watching him. Shamelessly spying through the windows. There was something about him, something that was pulling me in like a magnet, something wild, something that made me smile, something that made me wish we'd met under normal circumstances. Every time I saw him, I battled with myself, wanting to just come out and talk, get to know him better, but every time I snapped at myself, reminding my mind that I was on the run. That it was wrong to start a new friendship with a lie. Plus, I didn't want to pull him in the middle of this mess. He's a good guy, let him be... Even if I want to... I don't. But hypothetically... I would...n't... there is Raven, there is a job to do, there are many many other things... like Ron. Funny, I never thought so much about Ron even when we were dating. What is it... that James has, that Ron doesn't? Everything... He is the type of guy that usually gets my attention... too bad it's the wrong time and place... well the place is okay, but... What the hell is wrong with me? I'm thinking about some guy I met very briefly, that I know nothing about, when a killer is on the hunt for me! I just need to stop thinking about him, even if he's the only living person in this Wonderland. Finally, the day and time of my scheduled call to Mike arrived and I couldn't wait to get to the town. I got stuck with my puzzle and it was driving me crazy. Time was ticking, Raven was getting closer to his kill and I still didn't know,who he'd go after first. All I knew was if he picked me, he'd send his first attack soon and after I panicked and ran, he'd follow. It took me forever to get to town, the road was covered in snow, bright blinding whiteness under the morning sun as far as you could see. I quickly ran into the grocery store, got all I needed, and got back into my car, dialing nine and impatiently waiting for the answer. After a few long beeps the phone went to voice mail and I pushed the disconnect button. I went to pick up my microwave and dialed the phone again, this time I got Mike to answer. |
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| Unforgiven | Nov 14 2010, 09:49 PM Post #18 |
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Another great update ! I loved how you wrote about her hair problems. I could totally relate to... sounds exactly like my battle with my hair. And that part about her watching James... GOOD GIRL ! More !!
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| olyamet | Nov 14 2010, 10:00 PM Post #19 |
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Thanks Kimmi!!! Yeah, non of us would resist on some spying on James... hehehe. Working on more! |
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| namenlos | Nov 15 2010, 02:27 AM Post #20 |
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Ooh, spying on James. I think every girl hates her natural hair. That's why products like straighteners and hair dye are so popular. :lol: More please!
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| olyamet | Nov 15 2010, 04:55 PM Post #21 |
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Thanks Kimmi and Lori!!! Love you!!! More... When I came back, the first thing I saw was my neighbor chopping wood on the side of his house. By the looks of it, he was at it for a while, his tee shirt was darkened with a sweat line in the middle of his back and chest. The ax in his hands slammed into the tree log with a cracking noise, splitting it in half in one hit. I couldn't help but admire his strength. He left the ax in the wood, picked up the bottom of his shirt, and wiped his face, flashing me with his strong torso. Is he doing it on purpose? I couldn't take my eyes from his figure and almost ran over a small tree on the side of my driveway. At the last moment I turned the steering wheel roughly to the side and the car slid sideways, turning and stopping just inches from the garage door. Great... I hoped he was too busy to see my mad driving skills. Seriously, put him out of your mind. I pulled the hood of my jacket further over my head and hauled my treasures into the cabin. The bags were heavy and I struggled for a minute in the doorway with the microwave box, almost dropping it on the floor. I didn't wanted to give James time to come up and offer his help. Then I'd have to be all sweet and invite him in for coffee... we'd start talking... I looked through the window. The last thing I wanted was to be distracted by a certain neighbor's blue eyes... and his... everything else. Maybe I should... at least I'd enjoy the last days of my life... Why do you keep thinking that you're going to die? Because Raven always gets his kill. Because I'm no match for him. Because I'm alone and scared and I would never admit that... to anyone. All I can do is try to figure out his moves. My mind went back to working on the puzzle and I dropped everything, getting back to my scribbles. The new information changed a lot. I learned that Reed died in a shootout six months ago. Smith was out of reach, deep under cover on a new case outside of the U.S.. Flemming went back to the military and was now in the middle of the ocean in a wolf class nuclear submarine. Both impossible to get to. That would take a long time to plan, a lot of patience, waiting for them to resurface in the U.S.. Raven is craving blood, so for a quick hit it would have to be me and Brodsky. Who will be first? Just like me, Brodsky was in hiding, he got the same kind of warning letter. Does that mean Raven decided to go after both of us at once, or was just throwing the stone in the water and seeing what kind of waves it would make? The fact that Raven put Reed's name on his list meant he had no outside help, no accomplices that he kept in contact with in the last five years. He would have to rebuild his net from the ground up, that takes time. He would also have to hide himself, his pictures were scattered all over the country and every police station was on high alert. He would have to change his appearance first of all, then get false documents... then track his prey. The room got darker and I realized that again, I had spent all day deep in my work. My eyes stopped on the box on top of the coffee table. That's right, I completely forgot! I bought me a nice toy to play with to keep myself busy and stop spying on the neighbor! I think I saw a useful piece of wood in the garage, it was just a few inches thick, a perfect circle of the tree trunk. I ran back to the garage and brought it into the house, placing it on top of the fireplace. I opened the wooden box and looked at the carefully packaged set of five black Jack Ripper throwing knifes. Mnn... looks good. I took one knife in my hand and balanced it on my finger. Perfect! One by one I sent four knives flying into my target and all of them hit the middle of it. When I had to get training on weapons, knives became my favorites. Guns were okay, I didn't have a problem hitting the target, but I never liked that loud noise they made. I never entered our shooting range without my earplugs. Knives were easy to use, slick, light, and the best part of all, they were silent. I never got the full combat training, never fired at anything alive, just targets. Something about pointing a gun at living things didn't agree with me. Which brings me to a question. When the time comes and the situation calls for use of a gun, would I be able to pull the trigger? Would I be able to take a life, even in self-defense? I honestly didn't know. My thoughts broke my concentration and the last knife hit the handle of the previous one, ricocheting across the room and landing by the couch. Here is your answer. You can't even hit the target if you're thinking of killing someone. I hope I don't have to, I hope I can figure out Raven's move before I meet him face to face. Would he use the same method on me? Would I ever just drop on my knees and let him kill me like that? Hell no! He can beat me to unconsciousness, then shoot me, but other than that... I wish I had all those files at my disposal right now... to go over it again, see if I missed something.... there had to be something... a reason why all his victims went down without a fight. How did he make them submit like that? None of them were exactly small men, and yet they didn't do anything... just stripped and dropped on their knees, ready to die. It wasn't fear... nothing you fear is worse than your death... what was it? I need those files. My stomach growled with hunger, reminding me that I had completely ignored it all day again. Let's take a small break, eat and drink some coffee, then a few more rounds of knife throwing, then a bath and bed. That's a nice plan. The coffeemaker filled the small room with a delicious aroma. I pulled one of the TV dinners open and stuck it into microwave. I read the instruction on the box, set the timer, and pushed the start button.
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| namenlos | Nov 15 2010, 05:16 PM Post #22 |
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I probably would have crashed right through the garage door at that sight. I'm curious to learn more about this killer. More!
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| olyamet | Nov 15 2010, 05:46 PM Post #23 |
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I would for sure... unless I really love the car I'm driving...
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| Unforgiven | Nov 15 2010, 08:35 PM Post #24 |
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The beginning of this chapter made me drool like hell. James sweating and flashing at her... he's a teaser. *waiting for more* |
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| olyamet | Nov 16 2010, 07:50 PM Post #25 |
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Kimmi, Lori, thanks!!! More? Okay! (James' POV) I couldn't get my mind off my new neighbor. The first day she sat in her house all day, and I thought she was just embarrassed. I decided to give her time to get over it and didn't bother her. The second day, my trick of getting her out of the house in the morning failed. I thought that maybe she got a nasty bruise under her chin and didn't want me to see her like that. That zipper clearly bit into her skin, although she tried to cover the pain it inflicted. I had a plan to casually show up by her door later, pretending that I was going into town and ask if she needed anything. But she beat me to it. I saw her quickly leave and after a few hours come back with lots of bags. So there was no bruise, she wouldn't go shopping with that. At least the amount of stuff she bought gave me a clue that she was planing to be here for some time. For three days, I waited for her to ask me for some help, but she didn't. The bags she brought from town today looked heavy, but she didn't even look in my direction. She saw me... I know that, she did some fancy driving, sliding her SUV to avoid the tree. Hehehhe... did something get your attention and you forgot to look where you were going? Was she playing some kind of game with me? Well, there's the flaw in you thinking, James. She's not a groupie. In the real world, relationships don't start with sex, they start with... I dunno, talks... you have to ask the girl out first, then, if you're lucky, sex will be the next step. Wait... relationship? Why am I thinking of relationships? That's it, all this is screwing with my head, she is screwing with my head! She comes here, interrupting my solitary confinement, teases me with her tits, and then ignores me. That's just plain mean! I'm not expecting her to jump me, I wish she would, but at the very least, she could've been more neighborly friendly. She was just ignoring the fact that I was here, that I was the only living soul in this frozen hell. Every time I looked in the window today I saw her on the couch writing. A few minutes ago she brought wood in for the fireplace from the garage. Who the fuck does she think she is? Miss 'I can do anything by myself'? She's acting like I'm not even here! She spent some time somewhere I couldn't see, and then turned on the kitchen lights. Why am I spying on her? 'Coz I'm bored... nah... 'coz for some reason I can't stop thinking about her. Suddenly, the lights in her house flickered and went off. Shortly after that, Alice's figure appeared at the back of the cabin with a flash light in her hand as she made her way to the generator. A smirk lit my face. Hm... blow out your circuits, did ya? Well... should I go and help, or wait for her to come to me? If I go now, it would look like I was watching her, she'll think I'm a perv. I bet she would never find where the breaker is, it took me some time to find the basement door. It's hidden in the wooden panel, unless someone shows it to you, you'll never guess. I'll wait... I'll let her try to fix it, and then, if she doesn't come to me for help, I'll go there and be all... handy. Hehehe... (Andy's POV) For a few minutes I just stared with annoyance at the dead generator in front of me. What the fuck happened? Did I do something or did it just go off on its own? I found the red start button on the side of it and pushed it in. The metal monstrosity growled, shook in coughing convolutions, choked and seized in front of me. Then the generator blinked with a red light and went off. Fuck... I haven't the slightest idea how to fix it. What do I remember from school? I know what the generator does, kind of... it makes electrons move, creating electricity, then it moves into the house in the circuit and goes into... the circuit breaker? That thing... turns off as a safety to prevent electrical fires, when the circuit is overloaded. Oh... shit, the fucking microwave must've blew it. I need to go inside and find that damn breaker, it has to have a reset button. I searched every room, every fucking wall in the house with no results. I knew how it was supposed to look like and there was nothing even close to that in the whole damn cabin. Maybe I should give up and ask my neighbor for help? No... he'll think I did it on purpose, to get his attention. Fuck! What am I supposed to do now? I wandered back into the living room and dropped on the couch. I can survive one night without the heat, I still have my fireplace and the stove, and propane heated water. In the morning light I'll search the house again and then, if I don't find this fucking circuit breaker I'll ask him for help. Deal. Now, before it gets cold, lets take a fast bath. Before starting, I made sure that my neighbor was still in his house, oblivious to my problems. I found a few candles, set them on the big wooden tray, and placed it on the bench, closer to the window. One of the candles was a bit short and crooked but I made it stand by heating up the bottom of it with a lighter. I left one flash light pointing up on the living room table, to light up the whole room in a soft glow from the reflection from the ceiling. A few more smaller flash lights were left in the kitchen in the same position. I didn't want to attract my neighbor's attention with moving lights, and almost blindly pulled some jeans and, by the feel of it, a sweater out of my modified 'suitcase', then fished out a bra and panties. I have no idea what Tracy was thinking, packing skimpy lacy undergarments with tee shirts and sweatshirts. But then again, I had those in a separate 'dress up' drawer of my dresser. All my usual everyday stuff was in the bathroom cabinet. She probably didn't think of looking there. I started my fireplace, quickly finished with my bath without waiting for the bathtub to fill completely. The towel that I pulled off the shelf felt a bit heavier than it was supposed to be, and as I unfolded it my gun dropped down, almost hitting my foot. I needed to find a better place for this. I turned the water off without pulling the drain open, wrapped the towel around my body, picked up the gun, and made my way to the dirt room. A sudden knocking on my door made me jump, and I stuck my gun into the pocket of my jacket, which was hanging on the wall, and darted back into the bathroom, frantically pulling my clothes on. “One second! I'm coming!” Shit! He noticed the lack of power in my house... okay, act all... I dunno, nice, not too nice... just act normal. Why is this sweater so fucking short? I walked out of the bathroom, pulling on the bottom of the sweater to cover my exposed skin. When did I even buy this? And why? Okay, no time to change... don't want him to think I'm getting myself all pretty for him. Breath... You're a writer, not an FBI officer on the run. Shit, the knives! I flew into the living room in a hurry, grabbing my target and shoving it behind the chair. I didn't have time to pick up the knife off the floor and just kicked it under the couch. Quickly glancing around to make sure there was no evidence of my real life, I opened the door.
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| namenlos | Nov 16 2010, 09:00 PM Post #26 |
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Well, I do hope that it's James at the door... Hehehe, James is so cute, falling for her.
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| Unforgiven | Nov 16 2010, 09:03 PM Post #27 |
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Oh fock... James, you devious little... well, not that little, but anyway... Damn, I'm stumbling with my words now. Looks like I'm not capable of forming any rational sentences. I'll just say thanks, Olya. You left us a nice cliffhanger. Can't wait to read what happens next. |
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| olyamet | Nov 20 2010, 03:30 PM Post #28 |
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Thank you Lori and Kimmi!!! Here is more! (James' POV) After a few minutes the door opened and Alice stepped out to greet me. “Evening.” “Evening. Something wrong with your lights?” I stepped closer, determined to get inside. “I blew the circuits...” She pulled at the bottom of the short sweater, then stepped aside to let me into her living room. Her long wet curls swept across her back when she turned, pulling my attention. Did she just take a bath? I should've come a few minutes earlier... “Did you try to hit the reset button on the circuit beaker?” I followed her, letting my eyes glide down her figure. So that's what was hiding under those loose fitting pajama pants... Not bad, not bad at all, nice and... “I would've... if I could find it.” She turned to me and I bit my lip, hiding my predatory smirk. “It's in the basement, our cabins are twins. Right when you get to the middle of those stairs, it's on the left wall.” “There's a basement here? I didn't know that... “ Hehehe... I knew it! “It's a bit hard to find, that nook in the dirt room where your washer and dryer is, on the side there's a door.” I made my way through the house with her following me.“Here.” “Now I feel like a complete idiot... I never noticed that there was a door here...” She sounded a bit apologetic. It took me some time to change the burned out fuse, reset the beaker, and turn the generator back on. When I stepped into the now properly lit house I noticed that Alice had put on an oversized sweatshirt. Don't want me to see anything I like? Fine, be that way. No reward for helping... “Thank you, James, I guess I owe you one.” She looked a bit more confident and smiled at me. “I'll take a cup of coffee for all my hard work.” For now... “Sure, let me make some... the previous one never finished brewing... I still have no idea what I did to burn out the fuse.” She got a few cups out of the kitchen cabinet, my eyes watching her when I noticed something on the counter by her side. “Did the light go off as soon as you turned that microwave on?” “Yeah... I was just... don't tell me this house can't handle a small microwave?“ “Nope, it's built before the easy-made dinners. It's too much of a power surge.” “Great. What am I suppose to do with all those microwaveable lunches I bought?” “You can use an oven, takes a bit longer, but tastes better.” I smiled and sipped on the coffee. If you're nice I may invite you for a barbeque made from the deer I shot a week ego. Suddenly the smell of something burning hit my nose. “Does your fireplace work okay?” “I think so... why?” “Something's burning... “ “Oh shit! The candles!” Alice ran to the bathroom and I followed her. The bench in front of the full bathtub was in flames, wax from the candles melted in a pond of fire. I ran back to the kitchen, grabbing a small fire extinguisher from the wall and pulling the pin off on my way back. I saw Alice about to drop a wet towel over the flames. “No! Don't!” My scream came a second too late, and the towel hit the bench, splashing fiery wax in all directions. Alice turned away, instinctively covering her face, and her sweatshirt burst into flames. I pressed her to me, falling into the bathtub and squeezed the handle in my hand, covering everything around with foam. Her hands gripped onto my shoulders and she pushed herself out of the water, coughing. I dropped the empty extinguisher on the floor and wrapped my arms around her waist, helping her to sit up. “I think I'm having a bad day... I burned out the circuits, then almost burned down the whole house and myself... now I owe you two, three, and a new jacket... ” Her body was pressed to mine, shaking with laughter, and I unconsciously pulled her closer. “I have another jacket, but I'll take two and three as something dry to change into.” I laughed back. She tilted her face up as I was turning down to look into her eyes. Our lips met in an innocent, accidental touch, and I felt shivers from the soft barely-there contact. Alice froze for a second, looking into my eyes, then quickly pulled away and stood up. Dammit! So close... (Andy's POV) Too close... my heart was beating somewhere in my throat, pulsating in my temples. My head spun around and I barely got out of the bathtub, trying not to touch him. What just happened? Did I just almost kiss him? What the hell is wrong with me? Why does his closeness make me shake? I made my way to the bedroom in a haze, not even noticing that I was dripping water all over the floor. I pulled a blanket off my bed and returned to the bathroom. He was standing in the bathtub, his jacket thrown on the floor, and wet tee shirt clinging to his body like a second skin. He ran his hand over his wet hair and looked at me with his blue eyes. Why are they so blue and so... Stop staring in his eyes, just give him the damn blanket! “Here... I have nothing that would fit you... um... just take your clothes off and I'll throw them in the dryer... “ “Okay...” He didn't wait for me to turn, just pulled his tee shirt off and unbuckled his belt. My eyes swept over his bare skin and followed his hands. What in the hell is he doing? And why am I still here, watching? I hung the blanket over the door and stepped out, flushing like a Christmas tree. “Just tell me when you're done and I'll... I'll be in the kitchen...” I closed the door, grabbed the garbage bag with my clothes, and dragged myself into the other bedroom to change. Just forget what happened, get this out of your mind and try to make him go back to his house. Back at a safe distance.
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| Unforgiven | Nov 20 2010, 04:04 PM Post #29 |
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Oh damn, James... I have to say, Olya... you rock ! I love the humour in this, like James' naughty thoughts and I laughed out loud when Andy said "I think I'm having a bad day"... :lol: Can't wait for more, like always.
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| namenlos | Nov 20 2010, 05:48 PM Post #30 |
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Geez, poor Andy! And yeah, James, a bit sooner and she'd have answered the door in a towel. BTW, I haven't had a chance to write any more, but it's coming.
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I think every girl hates her natural hair. That's why products like straighteners and hair dye are so popular. :lol:
And yeah, James, a bit sooner and she'd have answered the door in a towel. 
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