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| olyamet | Feb 1 2011, 11:51 PM Post #76 |
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Girls, thank you so much for the comments! Love you all! Soooorryyy!!!!! I know it was a long wait, I had some stuff to deal with... Okay, here is more. ------------------------------------------ (Andy's POV) Shamelessly flashing my FBI badge, I got a jacket and hat off the one of workers, who were finishing loading bags onto the plane, and crossed the airfield on the luggage cart with the rest of the crew, unnoticed. I got back into the airport building, recovered my gun and money from the toilet tank, carefully checking if my modified air-sealed plastic had worked, and made my way to the underground garage. So far everything was going as planned, I didn't feel anyone watching me, but just in case I kept the hat on. I was checking cars in the very distant end, trying to find suitable for me to borrow, when a big white Jeep Cherokee pulled in the parking space and got my attention. Family of four, parents and two smaller kids came out, pulling out multiple suitcases. “How, make sure there's no food left in the car. I don't want to come back in two weeks to find something rotten in there.” The father turned to his kids. I sighed, white Cherokee it is, at least I'll have time to get this car back here... somehow. I waited until the family left, pretending to be part of the cleaning crew and picking up a few cups to trow them in the trash. When the family vanished behind the elevator doors I waited an additional ten to fifteen minutes and returned to the Jeep. I left the airport crew jacket on the parking space next to me and unlocked the car with a wire coat hanger. I stole it earlier in the same store I bought my phones and had it hidden tucked into the side of my sock under my jeans since then. It took me a few minutes to jump start the car and I pulled out of the garage. The radio went on and flooded the car with a sound of country music and my eyes stopped on the car phone. An idea immediately emerged in my mind and I dialed Mike's office number. “Hello.” His voice sounded irritated and I spoke into the phone with a southern accent, praying that Mike would remember. “Well, hi there sugar, remember me?” I murmured into the phone. “Who is this?” “Men, y'all like that, just play with the poor gal's heart and forget all about her in three months. Shame on you, sugar.” Please Mike, please remember, I was dressed up as a cowgirl for the costume party at your house three months ago and my name was... After a minute of silence Mike's voice whispered into the phone. “ Mary Joe, how did you get this number? Wait... I can't talk right now, I'll call you back, give me a few minutes.” “For you, sugar, I can wait all day long, buy now!” Oh, thank God he got it. Now Mike will find a safe place he can call me from, without being heard and, depending on the information that he couldn't tell me on the phone earlier, we can make a new plan of action. I hung up the phone and sped up on the freeway toward the downtown. I needed to find a mall. ------- My mind was going over the information I got from Mike and couldn't help but panic. Smith was dead, his cover was blown, someone had placed an anonymous call to the drug dealers. Why didn't we think that Raven had help? Why in the hell we didn't dig deeper? We were so proud, so satisfied that we got him, we dropped it all. Nothing to worry about, he was in our hands... stupid. So fucking stupid! Of course he had help, no one could run away from RDX, not if you're working alone. Okay, think. How can we use that we know now? So he has a rat in the FBI. That is a given, no one knew the location of Smith's secret mission, so his helper has to be in the heart of the bureau... some one with the clearance to that information. It could... it could play in our hands... Mike said that info was shared only with the detectives on the new team that was going after Raven, and Mike was included for one reason only, he was my communication. Think Andy. Mike's office phone was tapped, so were many other phones in the building, and possibly his cell. Nothing had been done about it yet, they pretended to know nothing, just to trace where all the information was going, to flag the rat. It could be used. I needed a phone... if the phones tapped, the numbers would be recorded. So... I called Mike from the car phone, he called me back twice, one from his cell and we had a frisky conversation, as a man and his mistress would, nothing about business. Then he called me again from the next door building's cafeteria and I give him the number of my cell. I got it! There were no doubt Raven traced me to the airport, so he would expect me to be on my way to San Francisco. I knew he couldn't possibly have seen me coming out of the plane, even if he kept his eyes on the plane all he saw was the airport workers going back from the plane on the luggage cart. I have two hours before the plane lands, enough to get everything set, then I need to lure him away from James. I need him to know where I am and pull the fire on me, but first I need to change my looks. Raven never saw me with my curly hair, today I had them tightly braided and hidden under the scarf, I need a change that could be easily transformed into old me, when I'm ready for him to find me. After looping for an hour around the mall, just in case, I bought everything I needed, and finally made my way to one of the dressing rooms. Half an hour later I looked at a newly emerged bomb-shell in the mirror and almost laughed. Oh.. my...God... this is so not me. My new leather jacket was short, a low cut sweater was showing off my cleavage, tight black jeans and a high hills completed the look. My hair was left falling in big waves over my back, then cat-eye make up and bright red lips. I put my old clothes in one of the multiple shopping bags and came out of the dressing room. I wasn't planning to come back to my Jeep. Instead, I quickly came over to a wealthy dressed man that I noticed in the manswear earlier, and wrapped my arm around his, whispering into his ear. “FBI. Pretend you know me and smile.” My hands opened a new bag and I pointed at my badge, moving my gun aside. The man nervously swallowed and I continue. “Walk to your car, then you'll drive me to a Hilton hotel. Got it? Now smile, give me a kiss on the cheek, and help me with the bags.” My ability to read people helped me again, the man didn't run or scream for security and we walked out of the mall to his yellow corvette, looking like a couple. He loaded my bags in the trunk and drove me to the hotel, barely asking any questions. Before I came out of the car, I asked to use his cell phone and dialed Mike's cell one more time. Okay, time to make sure Raven would leave James alone, pretend to be a stupid blonde, hopefully Mike will play along. “Hello.” “Mike it's me, I'm not on the plane, I'm driving away from the airport right now...” “Andy, what's happened, you change your plans?” “I had to full Raven, I needed to go back to Denver, I need more information and I have some info for you, I figured it all out and--” “Call me tomorrow at my office, I know that phone is safe. I'm on the move right now, not sure if anyone is listening. I'll try to find out everything.” “Okay, I'll call you at eight.” I hung up the phone and come out of the car. “Thanks. Just remember, you don't know me, you never seen me and if anyone asks, I'm just a hooker you picked up. Understood?.” I looked at my helper with a serious expression. He just nodded and as soon as the door man pulled my bags out, the corvette speed up, diving away like a bat out of hell. I couldn't help but smile, poor guy... I had no problem getting the room under a fake name, honestly, cash would open many doors for you. Once inside I dropped on the bed, feeling drained, hurting and so lonely. My thought returned to James and I held my tears, I looked at the clock, almost fifteen hundred hours, the plane must be landed about thirty minutes ago. I took my phone in my hand and tried to swallow growing lump in my throat. When the clock's minute arm reached twelve I dialed one, speed dial for this phone sibling's number. James voice answered almost immediately. “Andromeda... why?“ “James... I'm sorry... I had to.” “Tell me where you are.” “James... go home...” “How do you know, I'm not home?” “Because... that's what I would do, stay in the airport, get a ticket on the first flight back and try to find you... you won't find me James, I'm not in Colorado, I got on another plane, I'm far away on the other side of States.” The first time in my life, my voice almost showed my lie, shaking. “Where?” “James... please don't ask me... you're not going to get that answer.” “God... I wish you weren't that smart... our plan, it could've worked you know...” “It could've, if I planned to be on the run forever. James, I don't want to be chased, I know how it would end... same result every time. I want this to end on my terms... I need to make a stand.” “I would've stand by you, I would've helped. Andy, it's not too late, please let me be by your side, let--” “No. Don't you get it James, I can't have you in this, you're my weakness... all I can think of is protecting you, I need a clear mind for this. That is why I need you as far away as possible.” “Andy... I... I love you.” “I love you too...” My chest pounded with the heavy tightness, as if my heart was trying to escape and fly hundreds of miles to one person in this world it wanted to be with. Tears run down my face and I bit my lip, fighting my own body. “I bought a few of your CDs... four albums... I haven't had the time to listen to them yet, but I promise to tell you what your music makes me think of tomorrow.” “I hope you like it... it's quiet different from the music you're used to...” I heard his voice quiver, as he was fighting with his sorrow as much as I was. I closed my eyes, sending the waterfall of tears down my cheeks and tried to smile. “If your music is you, I will love it.” The phone beeped a few times, warning about the low battery. “James, my phone is about to die... this conversation was the only one that he didn't hear on my end. I'm not sure the next call won't be monitored.... we not going to talk about my plans again... we'll pretend I'm on the run... I'm safe for now... James... I just want you to know, what ever happens... don't act alone, don't put yourself in the middle of this. I can't think of you being in this... I can't be strong thinking that. Be careful... be safe... I love you... I'll call you tomorrow, same time.” “Andromeda... I need you to win this... I need you to live... I love you... I...” The last words were cut off as my phone went dead. I dropped on the bed feeling torn apart, painfully alone and hurting inside. I curled up in a ball on the big and empty bed. 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| Unforgiven | Feb 2 2011, 06:40 AM Post #77 |
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Wow... that was a great update. I feel like I'm watching a movie when I'm reading this. I can see everything in my eyes. Aww, poor James... More soon, please !
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| olyamet | Feb 6 2011, 10:41 PM Post #78 |
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Thank you Kimmi!! Okay! More! ---------------------------- (Andy's POV) Six days had passed in constant motion, I basically lived in multiple rented cars, stopping at small hotels all around Colorado, staying close to Denver. The only thing that helped me not to lose it were my talks to James. We talked about anything and everything, remembering our times together in the Wonderland. As for his music.. To be honest, I was afraid to hear the usual songs played on the radio, all that 'baby I love you and you broke my heart' shit. His lyrics were so far from it, those words opened his hidden side to me, his constant battle with himself, bared his soul. His music, which was now my constant companion, made me understand him on a completely different level, and if it was possible, to love him even more for the ability to not care about what was popular. He wrote about what was important to him. He was right, his lyrics made me think, about everything... my life, my choices, my fears... In our long phone conversations we talked about all that and I didn't feel so alone because of it, somehow I felt like I dropped out of this crazy life, into my own sanctuary, my sanitarium... my safe heaven. Those conversations gave me strength, they recharged me, and I was ready to face anything. Me and Mike kept our double conversations, one for the rat to hear and deliver to Raven, one short and secret. And now this spy was unknowingly working for us, fed with the false information. We needed him to get a perfect trap ready. We planned for me to get my documents from a safe place tomorrow and leave them in a marked locker at the train station the next day. A place where Mike would leave a fake ID and more money for me. I was supposed to change my rental on the day of the drop for one that was secretly set up for me with a tracer, which would give my location at all times. A SWAT team would be all set and ready, hidden agents had already taken their positions all over the train station, replacing the usual workers, everything was ready for the big day. I made the last and most important pretend check-up call, which we knew was monitored, and I made it sound like it was bigger than we ever knew, that I'd uncovered a new leads, new possible hits. And we revealed the plan of the drop off. Now Raven would have a day to find that station and get to me before I made it there. Everything was set, let the games begin. I hung up the phone and stopped at a small store to get something to snack on. All this time I changed my appearance from the bomb-shell back to myself, depending on the town I was in and what rental I was driving. Today I was in a small place near Wonderland, I had no idea how I ended up here, I guess I was subconsciously longing for the place I was happy. So I somehow drove in the direction my heart was taking me without noticing. Before getting back into the car I looked at the mountain ridge on the horizon and sighed. I wish I was there now, back in time, back in my first few days there... knowing what I knew now... I would've given in to my heart sooner, I wouldn't have fought my feelings... I would've had more time with James... I sighed again and got in my car, I had a long drive ahead of me, better get started. I closed the door and glanced at the rear view mirror, my skin crawled with a shiver and a heat flush ran over my body, splashing in my mind with the strength of a geyser. Fear raised up and clenched into my chest, yanking my heart down to my stomach, and my hand impulsively flew to the glove compartment, but froze midair when I felt cold metal on my neck. “Looking for this?” A crooked smile under a hood floated in the rear view mirror. My heart stopped, thoughts started jumping in my mind in a crazy carousel, repeating over and over. Too soon... nothing was ready... he found me too soon... NOTHING IS READY! The broken pulsating Merry-go-round in my brain screeched and stopped when the barrel of the gun slowly slid to the back of my head. “Drive.” The short and dry word pulled me back from under the ice of fear. He wants me to drive, he's not planning on killing me just yet. I have some time to think... I need to think. I need to... I need pull time and lead him to that train station. “So you got me, what is the point of all this charade. I can tell you right now, I will not going to be a willing victim, I will not strip and kneel.” The words came out of my mouth before my mind could stop them, all the hate spilled over in the outburst. Great going Andy, now he'll just kill you right here... no he wouldn't shoot when I'm the one driving... pull the time... make him talk. “Hm... I'm sure you will, I know you better, than you think. I can go as far as giving you your gun back right now, I know you wouldn't shoot me.” The slithering whisper right by my ear sent shiver dancing down my spine. “Want me prove you wrong? Hand me my gun and we'll find out.” was he just playing with me? “Okay, pull over right here.” He waited for me to stop the car and turn to him. He lowered his hood and a long curly, red mane spread over his shoulders. Wait... that's not... I stared in disbelief at the stranger in the back seat of my car, absolutely speechless. Something about him was vaguely familiar... something... His lips turned with a smirk. “Not the man you expected? Did you really think you caught the Raven?” He bared his teeth and a hissing laugh escaped his lips. “That face of yours is a perfect prize to my genius. You think you know me from somewhere, can't really put your finger on it, right? Let me help you, imagine me in a blue jumpsuit with a cap on... pulling a cleaning cart or a vacuum cleaner...” My mind brought the picture up and I gasped. “All this time... you were right there... everyday...” Another laugh was the answer while brown eyes scanned my face, enjoying the moment of my realization. His face moved closer, lips curled in a half smile. “The perfect cover, a deaf-mute housekeeper with access to all rooms, and the ability to go everywhere unnoticed. To open and search the documents in the peace of an empty building and with skills and time to tap the phones while cleaning them. Ignored by security on the cameras, they never minded the fly on the wall with years of building up my own system, all of the FBI under my watch... I bet you don't even remember my name.” “Dave... your name is Dave.” “You surprised me again... I chose well, this would be a lot of fun.” His eyes lit up. “Why me?” “Not as many people as you think would sacrifice themselves to save someone... I was tired of taking worthless lives... I needed a new challenge, a new game. When you started to work on my case, I must admit, I was laughing at first, but reading your notes got me thinking, no one was ever able to come as close to me as you did. I had to get you into my game. I was ready to face someone with an actual working brain to play with... and I planned the perfect set up. I gave you your prize, I gave you Raven. What the eyes see, the mind believes. It got you thinking you were smart enough to catch me, boosted your ego, lifted you up high... all the more fun to see you crumble and crash down at my feet. And here you are...” His lips slid into another smirk. “I'm not at your feet.” I spat out. “Not yet... the game has just begun... and here is the first part.” Raven's eyes smiled and he paused, enjoying every moment of his game. Satisfied with my silence, he continued. “Here is the gun, if you shoot me now and it will all be over, you'll save the worthless lives of a few people, but...” He put the gun in my hand, placing the barrel to his forehead, right between his eyes, which were focused on mine. “He dies.” James... My finger slid off the trigger, and a cold wave climbed up my spine and firmly grip at my throat. Raven smirked and slowly pushed the gun down to his cheek, without any resistance from me. “See, I knew you couldn't. His life is worth more to you than anything... What if I would told you I planted a bomb in a stadium and if you kill me right now, you'll save them.. but he dies? Is his life worth more to you than the lives of thousands of people?” The gun in my hand shook, my breathing become shallow, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my finger slowly came back to the trigger. He moved the barrel down and over to his mouth, watching me battling with my mind. The metal slowly circled his wicked smile. “What if his life is one of those in the stadium? He dies on the stage with his fans... you pull that trigger and no one can stop it... or... what if you kill me, he dies, and there is no bomb, no threat?” His lips whispered around the barrel. “What if I'm bluffing? You kill me and that's it, everyone is safe, including him... but the only way to know for sure is to fire... can't do it, can you? Not if there's a chance he would die.” My fingers squeezed the cold metal in my hand, then the grip relaxed and I lowered the gun. He took it out of my hands, without the slightest resistance from me. “Now that I've got your attention and all this killing me business is out of the way... you will do everything I say, since his life depends on it. I want to know how you figured me out.. I hate to talk to people when I can't see their faces, so we need a nice quiet place... I know one nearby, start driving.” “Where are we going? I need to know if I'm the one driving.” I whispered, feeling my insides screaming in fear, more powerful than the fear of my own death. Was he bluffing? Was there a bomb? James... did he have him? Was there someone who Raven had to get in contact with and if he didn't, would they kill James? Oh... God... “I thought, since you are my first female kill... I would be nice to you, and let you die in a place you were happy for a few days... Now drive, I think you know the way.” My last hope to lure Raven closer to the train station faded, dissolved with his words as my mind gave in... scrambled... empty of all thoughts but one. James was right... I would do anything for the one I love... to save his life, I would kneel and die... |
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| Unforgiven | Feb 6 2011, 11:36 PM Post #79 |
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Dammit Raven... don't you even think about killing James or else... ![]() I hope Andy will have the chance to run away at some point. This is getting really exciting. Thanks for the update, Olya.
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| olyamet | Feb 22 2011, 11:10 PM Post #80 |
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^^^Thanks Kimmi!! Sorry for a long wait, but there is a lot things to think of, I never wrote a detective before... and you know me, it have to all fall into the right places. Okay, hope you still interested what would happen next. _____________________________________ (James' POV) I was planning to keep all this a secret, but my friends knew me better, and read the change in me. I couldn't stop thinking about Andromeda, I couldn't stop feeling so powerless... I felt like I did when I was sixteen... unable to change anything, to help my dying mother... the fear of losing someone I loved was eating me alive. Kirk was the first to ask if I was alright. I blew him off, with my usual 'yeah, I'm fine' but, instead of letting it go, he went to Lars... They pulled me into a bar and after a few too many drinks insisted on me coming clean, and I told them everything... I couldn't help it, I needed to share this pain with someone, and my friends were there for me. Lars, as usual, jumped into action. The very next day he hired a private detective and my hopes raised up, only to fall crashing down after a talk with that guy. He said that finding a woman somewhere in States only by a physical description, no pictures and nothing else, was an impossible task. The name was worthless information in this case, she wouldn't use her real name... When I mentioned that he could find her picture somewhere since she was a Federal Prosecutor, he looked at me like I was crazy and backed out completely. Talks with Andromeda were the only thing that kept me sane, every day at three PM I got a temporary release from the grip of fear, hearing her voice and knowing that she was okay. But as soon as she hung up, my mind would go back into a nightmare of the unknown, questioning if I would ever get tomorrow's call, and with every passing day, that fear grew stronger and stronger, leaving me with sleepless nights, taking over me, paralyzing me. We were sitting in our studio with Michael Kamen, finalizing the settings and songs for the upcoming gig with the orchestra, and instead of participating in the conversation, I kept thinking of ways to find out where Andromeda was. In the past six days my brain was on fire, trying to figure out the way. In my desperation I even went as far as calling Mike, asking him to tell me where Andromeda was, but he told me to sit tight and not interfere under any circumstances. He said everything was going as planned and everything was fine. Nothing was fucking fine when I couldn't protect the woman I loved! When I had no idea if I'd ever see her again! When I felt so fucking worthless! So fucking... I should've never let her out of my arms, I should've listened to my heart and ran to the back of the plane! I felt my fists tightening up and stood up, walking to the window. Somewhere in the fog I could hear Lars talking about the positions of the drums according to the bass line of the orchestra for a better sound. Suddenly, a strong feeling that something was wrong hit me, sending cold shivers crawling on my skin, my heart dove down and came back up beating fast and skipping beats, working its way to my throat, and thoughts started hammering my mind. He found her... she's in danger... something went wrong... I couldn't explain the feeling, it was almost like an invisible connection to my Andromeda, I could feel her fear... The feeling got stronger and my body froze with my mind incased by cold fingers of terror. The sixteen-year-old boy in me panicked, smashing his fists on the wall of unknown, screaming in protest and helpless to do anything. I got back to reality through Lars' voice, his hand landing on mine. “You're going to focking break it.” I looked down and saw my tightly clenched white fingers around Andromeda's cell phone. I eased my grip and looked at the empty room, the only people left were me, Kirk, and Lars. “I have to go...” When my words hit the air, the remembrance of Andromeda's usual answer washed over me, sending all my feelings out into the open. “Something is wrong... I have to go.” “Where? You have no idea where she is... James, I wish I could help you, but I don't know how...” “Guys... I have never been so scared in my whole fucking life...” I whispered, somehow not ashamed by my feelings, not caring if my friends would think less of me. The only thing I cared for at this moment was Andromeda's life. “Fock man... It's easier to be scared for yourself, but when it's someone close to you... it's stronger... I don't know how... wait... did you say she planned to make a stand... she planned a trap, didn't she?” “I think so...” “So... she would be somewhere her friends could get to fast... like near her work... why the fock didn't I think of that before!” Lars almost jumped, grabbing his phone. “She should be somewhere near Denver! I'll fly there now!” I jumped up and looked at my watch. I'll make it before the time of her next call... please God, let there be a next call... “I'll drive us to the airport, call that dick Mike again, tell him we're coming, and he better tell us where she is.” Kirk stood up. “Guys... no, that's dangerous... and...” “...And if something happens to you, the band is focking done. So we're coming along to make sure that doesn't focking happen.” Lars glanced at me before returning his attention to his phone. |
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| Unforgiven | Feb 23 2011, 06:03 AM Post #81 |
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Haaa... 'Tallica boys to the rescue ! Like "one for all and all for one". Thanks, Olya. I love it.
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| olyamet | Mar 1 2011, 06:09 PM Post #82 |
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^^^ Thank you Kimmi!!! I love you! Okay here is more! ------------------------------------------------ (Andy's POV) After a half an hour of driving my mind slowly restarted, desperately pushing through the fear. I had to find a way out, I had to win, somehow I had to win this... I needed to save James and survive, I have so much to live for! Raven... Dave, loves to play games, he's just messing with my mind, I have to pull the time to figure out how to win. First, I have to get more information about James, my hands are tied if he's in any danger, and Raven knows that, he would play James' card over and over again. Was he bluffing about the bomb in the stadium? James never mentioned any shows until April... he was supposed to be in the studio... There could be a hitter, watching him... someone Raven works with, someone who he was supposed to get in touch if I don't cooperate. In all the cases he worked alone, there was no lead to anyone else... Oh, who am I kidding! All I knew about him just flew out of the fucking window! We got the wrong man, we never checked anything, the pride of catching The Raven got into our heads, and we were celebrating our false victory over a super mind! So fucking stupid! He was probably laughing all this time, toying with us! Watching us at work, patting each other on the back, 'good job.' I have no chance of outsmarting him... I have no chance of wining... I'm going to die, aren't I? Stop thinking that! Think positive... first, find out his plans for James, then, figure out how to kill him. The cabin has no phone service, so he can't give a sign to anyone... I need to tell him that, that way he has to give a sign to that someone before we get to the cabin. That would give me a few hours with James in safety. Forty minutes to drive from the point of no signal, he plans to talk to me first, so maybe another hour, then forty minutes for him to drive back to town, before he can contact anyone. I'll have a little under three hours, at least two... Trying to overpower him physically is out of the question... I can crash the car... but who will survive? No I can't take that chance. Think... come on brain, wake the fuck up and think! “Thinking about a way out? There is none. You just missed your last chance, when you had the gun. Now concentrate on the road.” Raven smirked from the back seat, adjusting his seat belt. “Just so you know, if you decide to crash the car, I'm going to be the one walking away, and trust me, I'll make sure your rocker dies very slow, in agonizing pain.” Raven's words pushed my brain back into primal fear, shutting off my ability to think straight as I gripped into the steering wheel. No... I can't kill both of us... I need to survive to get James to a safe place, until we find who Raven's working with. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard and a vague thought slowly drifted in my petrified mind. Phone... one hour until my usual call with James... we will be at the town by the cabin in forty minutes... “You know, there is no phone connection in the cabin, so if you have call to someone... “ I started, but he cut me off. “Don't worry about that, it's all in my plans. I know more about the cabin than you think, I was there.” His slithering laugh fill the car, making my blood drain from my face. He was there? When? How? Raven took his time waiting for my question, then continued. “I was in town from day two, just one of the tourists, you almost bumped into me in the local store one time. I was sure that you'd run after you found out about the dog. I loved that little trick of mine, I had high hopes for that, but what came next was so much better... You know, it's funny, when I just started planning my game, I had plans for Ron... but when I watched him, I knew that even if you sacrificed your life for his, he's the wrong guy... unworthy. Ron was all wrong for you, still, you would've tried to protect him, but you wouldn't trade his life for a stadium full of people. You would've pulled the trigger, and you would've been right, he's scum. With your ability to read people, how could you spend your life with a man like him? You want to know what he traded you life for?” “I'm sure it was something to do with his company.” That's the love of his life... sadly, that was the truth. Raven's right, I would've fired to save thousands of people and let Ron die... the greater good. I couldn't do that with James... I just couldn't... his life was worth more than the whole world to me... “I decided to use him to make you feel alone... if only I knew back then that you weren't. I froze Ron's accounts and sent him an instant message, I gave him three days to think, I made sure to tell him who I was and that I was after your life. It took him five minutes to answer with his decision.” “At least he thought for a five minutes...” Five minutes to trade my life for his money... “He never tried to tell Mike anything, just bought the ticket for Japan and was gone the next day, after he did what I asked. I didn't even need that tag on the dog, it was all part of pushing everyone off track, I knew where you were from the beginning. People talk a lot when they think they're in the protection of the Federal building. I knew it all, where you went, what car you were driving, I took a vacation the very next day, so I'd have more free time. I planned that too, put my request in months before 'Raven's' escape. Counted right to the day, I knew after you got my surprise picture, you'd run, or at least Mike would make you hide.” I looked in the rear view mirror and caught a self-indulgent smirk in a frame of red mane. Celebrate your genius while you can, you son of a bitch, I'll play along. “Who was that guy?” “Just someone in need of vanishing from the grid for a four-five years...” “Someone trusted you to send him to prison for your deeds? Not the smartest guy on the planet.” “He worked with me for a long time, he trusted me more than anyone, and he knew my ability. Now he's somewhere under a new name with enough money not to worry about anything.” “You paid him?” So he did work with someone... how many others? “Nope, he had it, I just moved it for him to a nice overseas bank, half for me and my help, half for him. Computers are great when you know how to use them, fortunately, not many people do. Pull over right here, to that gas station, I know you're in distress and can't think straight, but you're almost out of gas. I'd hate to get stuck somewhere with an empty tank on my way back from the mountains.” I looked at the dashboard and saw the fuel gauge on empty. That's right, I was planning to get gas before Raven surprised me. Seems like it was so long ago, in another life time, in a life where I thought I set up a perfect trap, where I thought that I could win... before everything went wrong. I pulled off the highway and into the gas station, and saw a caretaker in the brightly lit window of a seven-eleven. My brain sprinted into work mode. Here was my chance, I could somehow leave my phone with a note, somehow give it to the attendant. Just a short note, 'kidnapped, please speed dial two,' that was Mike's phone... Think Andy! No, Raven's too smart to let me go inside... what if I leave my phone here... by the pump, someone would find it... no... he would notice me writing a note and without the note it's all pointless. I can say I need to use the restroom... no, he'll never let me. I can try and dial Mike's number and let him hear our conversation, hoping Raven wouldn't notice it... no... if he sees me, James is dead. Dammit! My hands are tied until he gives a sign to that someone, until James is out of danger I can't do anything! I can't risk his life. What else can I do? What wouldn't be suspicious? If Raven knows about my usual calls, if he was watching me... I need to know what he knows about my routine... will he let me make that call? Even if he would... can I count on James not to panic and not to ask me straight? He'll surely make me put James on speaker... dammit, dammit, dammit!!! Dave's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Okay, here's how we're going to do this, drive to the pump and push the button for help. We're not going to get out of the car, let them fill the tank. One wrong word or wrong move and...” Dave's lips neared my ear and I felt anger splashing over my body. “Yes, I know... he dies.” I opened the window and pushed the help button, putting all my frustration into the helpless plastic. “Good girl.” He slithered with his hissing laughter and I closed my eyes, tightening the fingers of my free hand around the steering wheel. This good girl would love to just pull your head in a lock and fucking choke you... but not yet... not until you give a sign to stand down to your helper. |
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| Unforgiven | Mar 1 2011, 10:01 PM Post #83 |
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Ohh... this is getting really exciting. ![]() Thanks for the update ! More soon !! |
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| olyamet | Mar 8 2011, 06:06 AM Post #84 |
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^^^ Thank you hunny!!! Love you! More. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (James' POV) We never did anything like that before and the poor pilots had to drop everything, responding to our emergency flight in record time. I had the longest thirty minutes of my life waiting for the jet to be ready and the crew to get onboard. I was sitting in the chair, digging my fingers into the armrests, almost physically feeling my mind trying to move everything faster, to get the jet in the air, chasing after my heart, which was pushing forward, ready to jump out and fly to Andromeda. By the time we were in the air, my anxiety hit the roof and couldn't sit still for a moment. Lars and Kirk were both quiet, just watching me pace in the middle of the plane, like a lion in a cage. I tried to come up with a plan, what we were going to do once we got to Denver, but the only thing I could think of was calling Mike and asking him to meet with us. Trying to explain that what I felt was real, that she was in danger, and hoping he'd listen to me. He was the only person who knew exactly where she was, I'd beat it out of him, if I had to, FBI officer or not. I hit my fist on the back of the chair and glanced at my watch. Thirty minutes till we get there... twenty minutes till the call... if there will be a call... (Andy's POV) Twenty minutes till the call... five till we get to the town... I have to tell him about the tower. As if Raven was able to read my mind he put his hand on my shoulder. “Don't worry, I'll be nice and let you make your usual call to your rocker, let him know you're okay, at least you'll hear the voice of the man you'll die for. You know, I never thought he would enter my game, but when I saw you running almost naked after he shot that fucking deer... I knew he was the one you would do anything to protect. Funny how all this came together... you met him because of me and now I will be the one separating you two forever. ” His crooked smile appeared in the rear view mirror. My heart trembled in my chest and I bit into my lip, turning to the window, so Raven wouldn't have the pleasure of witnessing my pain. My mind went blank and came back when cold shivers danced on my spine with the late realization that all this time Raven was watching me and I didn't feel it. He saw me... he was there... “When did you get to the cabins?” I heard myself and thanked God that my voice came out strong, not revealing my feelings. “I waited in town, but after my drive-by-hit party never came back, I decided to check out what happened. I drove there and saw nature's fury... I knew that it also meant you were trapped there, with no where to go. I needed to see if you were planning to get away using some different route. It took me some time to make my way through the snow. I got into your house, I knew it was empty, no lights, broken window. I spent the night there, watching the neighbor's house, I saw you coming back in the morning... and then, I saw you cry by the door. It was hard to hold myself from surprising you, but I knew you had a gun, and getting shot wasn't in my plans. Then...” Raven's lips slid into a grin and neared my ear. “You took a bath... all defenseless... naked... gun left on the kitchen counter... perfect time to say hi, but that fucker spoiled my plan. After I saw you together, I knew you wouldn't come back anytime soon... Don't worry I'm not a pervert, I didn't watch you two. I stayed in your cabin, taking my time reading your notes, changing my plan... I still wasn't sure... At first I was planning to just shoot him, then thought of going after him, he does fit the profile, but when I saw him reading your notes the next morning... he had that face... the way he whispered your name... so much worry, so much feeling. I knew that he would be too easy for my game, no fun at all. Pull over right here to that parking lot.” Raven looked out of the window and as soon as I stopped the car and turned the engine off he turned back to me. “Now, carefully clime back here, I hate to talk to people when I can't see their face. We have a few minutes to kill...” He smirked at my reaction. “Sorry, I meant to say to waste.” I mentally snapped at myself for the lightest flinch at the word 'kill'. I shouldn't show him, my fear. I did what he asked and looked right at him. I needed to see his eyes when he answered me, I needed to read him. “How do I know you'll leave him alone after you kill me.” Read it loud and clear, I'm not afraid of you. “You have my word.” He smiled, turning in the seat and getting comfortable. “And I'm supposed to just believe the word of the criminal? Not good enough. I'm paying the high price, I need insurance.” “Then remember the cases. None of the family of those victims were harmed, I may be a criminal, but I kept my word to them. The others... they weren't so cooperative, and they paid for it... in full.” His eyes separated from his smile, turning cold. Others... of course there were others, now it's all making sense! The ones that fought back, the ones that never came out of hiding, despite the danger to their family... why didn't I think of that before? The cases we worked on were all the same, perfect mirror image of each other, the almost ritual, perfect kills... we never even looked at other deaths... other cases. We were only looking for a Raven's signature kills. “How many others?” “Twenty three. All my first works, before I learn how to read people better, and a few later along the way. It's not much fun to just kill a family, I entertained myself with a different ways, car accidents, plane crashes, bombs, poison, even simple slaughter, I tried it all. But it was boring, like extermination work. Six years of work and only fifteen were worthy to die a clean death. They didn't try to bribe me, didn't try to fight, they were ready to sacrifice themselves for their loved ones.” The crooked smile returned to his face, as he was talking about some normal everyday deeds, not murders. “Why didn't you claim the other deaths? It would've brought you more willing victims.” “I did... and you almost got me. Remember? Similar animal symbols, similar victims, you even wrote it in your notes. That was when you got my attention, you came so close to realizing it was the same man. I had to pull your thoughts the other way, I had to distract you, so I gave you Raven.” His answer brought back my long forgotten cases and a heat wave washed over me, followed by chills. “Scorpion... the card with the picture left on all scenes, even though some of them looked like accidents...” Shivers took over my body, remembering the gruesome pictures from those cases. Twenty three families... all dead. The family of the banker killed in the plane crash, three children ages from five to eleven. The family of the owner of the chain of the casinos, four kids... the youngest was two, gas leak. Family of another banker, wife was pregnant, car bomb. The family of the oil magnate, two children, seven and three, slaughtered in their vacation house... Oh, God... all those people... children... I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Raven eyes scanned my face, reading my reaction with visible pleasure, his lips slid into a grin and he looked at the clock. “Put you mind back together, they don't deserve your tears. The heads of those families were rotten, they didn't care about their own children, and children were their offsprings, nothing good would've ever grew out of them. Now... time to make a call to your rocker.. Put him on speaker, and remember, no games. Then, I'll tie you up, so I don't have to worry that you'll try to kill me on the way and make my own call, after that we drive to the cabin.” I scrambled my mind together, pushing the pictures out of my mind. He did it on purpose, that bastard! He took me off balance, I showed him that I wasn't afraid of him and he played another card to get me emotional. I had no time to think of what to say to James... I... fuck... I lowered my head, hiding my eyes from Raven while I pretended to search for my phone. I had to warn James... no I couldn't... I needed to make sure he knows he's on speaker. He's my only chance to warn Mike... to try and tell him where I am... so he can tell Mike. Oh God, please, please let it work. I have to be careful and try to do all that without Raven getting suspicious. Thank God James is too far, so I don't have to worry about him running here to save me. Even if he jumps on his plane right away, by the time he reaches the cabin, it will be too late... Raven's fingers gripped at my hand, demanding my attention, and I looked back at him. Cold eyes peered into mine. “Just so you know, I heard your conversations before and I know you have never put him on the speaker before, so just make something up, we don't want him to be all worried.” |
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| Unforgiven | Mar 8 2011, 10:06 AM Post #85 |
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Oh... that sick bastard !! ![]() I hope Andy will be able to trick him somehow... |
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| olyamet | Mar 13 2011, 07:16 PM Post #86 |
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^^^ I love you Kimmi, and your violent smiley! Okay, here is more. ------------------------------------------------ (continue of Andy's POV) I dialed the phone with my mind going into overdrive, thinking of the way to deceive Raven. James answered after just one ring. “Andromeda! Are you okay?” I saw Raven pointing to his ear. “I'm fine...” I pushed the speaker button on and continued with a jumping heart. “Sorry, I'm not good at driving on the icy roads and holding the phone at the same time, if you don't mind I'll put you on the speaker.” Okay, I hope he remembered what I told him. Please God, help me... “... uh...okay...” James' voice came out almost as a whisper, I could feel his pain. Oh, please don't... “Here, all good now, can you hear me?” I continued, deliberately cheerful. “I miss you...” James swallowed and I felt a tear running down my cheek. Raven smirked with clear enjoyment and I swallowed the lump in my throat, griping into the seat, feeling it crunch under my fingers. “I miss you too... You know, I feel so serene right now, driving alone on the freeway... peaceful, you know...just like your song that I was listening earlier... Ride the Lightning... it's like you were right here, with me, describing this moment perfectly.” My heart drooped down, heavily pounding somewhere in my stomach. Oh God... please get it and please don't say anything, please remember my letter and our first talk. After a short pause, James answered. “Uh... Andy...” He swallowed again and I felt his despair, felt him battling his feelings as he continued. “...I wish I was with you right now...” His voice quivered, dropping to a whisper. Oh James, please don't betray me with your emotions. I bit my lip, holding my tears back. Talk, just talk... Our plan is ruined. Tell him that... “Me too... but hey, it's not all bad. I'm kind of on vacation, just driving around, sightseeing, not working on cases. Mike is probably pissed off right now, we had a few court dates scheduled, one is tomorrow and the plans for his speech on that case wouldn't work, since there's probably more information coming in and I'm nor there to go over it.” Raven's eyes narrowed and he painfully grip into my wrist, I winced and James voice followed immediately. “What's wrong? Are you okay?” “Yeah, I'm fine, I just saw something crossing the road... fox or something like that... just a red flash of fur out of nowhere...” I answered quickly and held my breath, feeling strong fingers around my wrist getting tighter. I have to get off this dangerous topics, I hope he got it all... please James, call Mike and he will get it all if you repeat it. “But... you okay, right?” “Yeah, I'm still on the road, didn't crash or anything, don't worry.” Raven's fingers on my wrist relaxed but didn't release. “I always worry about you, you know that...” James voice quivered again and I hurried with my answer to cover his feelings and give him time to figure out what to say next. “I do, I love you too, James. But enough about me, nothing new here, just running around, hiding. Tell me how are you, what you doing right now, whats you plans for today?” I watched Raven's face turning with a crooked one-sided smirk. “I'll have a busy day, I just got to the studio... after I talk to you, I'll call Mike... I don't know if you know him, Mike Kamen, he's the composer we're working with. We need to go over some shit, he turned our music into this orchestral arrangement, that's the surprise gig I told you about, we'll play it in April...” My heart skipped and Raven got tense at the name Mike, but with the next James' words, he's face eased again, and I mentally breathed out in relief. “You're working with Kamen? Metal band and orchestra, wow!” My face showed a real surprise and Raven read my genuine expression, letting go of my wrist and relaxing back. Okay... that was close, but thank God, James got it. He'll call Mike, at least I think he got it... he wouldn't call Michael Kamen Mike.... would he? Now I need to somehow tell him my whereabouts... carefully... not need to get Raven's attention again, just blabber it into other stuff... “April would be a good month, I love April! No fucking snow anywhere, not even here. I hope all this will be over by then and hopefully I'll see your show. You know how much I love classical music, and I told you that I love yours, together it would be perfect. I heard only a great things about Kamen, he composed for Tomoyasu Hotei, and also wrote music for my favorite movies ever, all three parts of Die Hard.” Come on James, talk, just talk... don't stop, don't let him read what I'm reading in your voice. “We'll see, we never did anything like that...” “I'm sure it'll be great! Will you have to wear a tuxedo?” Maybe if I make him laugh... “Hell no! Can you imagine me in that with a guitar? No...” Okay that was better, now I need to get to the point of the place. “I think you would look great.” “Not my style... at all, fuck that, I don't want to talk about me in fucking tuxedo. Andy... tell me your plans for today.” Here it is... careful... “Well... I think I'll drive a bit longer to find a nice quiet place, write for a while... I have to finish my book. If it doesn't start snowing again, I'll come out when it's dark to look at the wicked sky... I don't know astronomy too well... but I'll try to find Andromeda constellation...” I held my breath, praying to God that James remembered that evening, remember what he said, his exact words. “...uh... and after that?” He almost choked and I hurried with my cheerful answer. “What do you think I'll do after that?” Please let me know you remember, that you got it... please... “You'll... microwave yourself something... then, light up the candles and take a bath...” “I can't believe I've only known you for two weeks... you know me so well.” He got it! He got it all. Thank God... “You have no idea just how much I want to be with you right now... Andromeda... I... I love you...” “I love you too James...” Raven's fingers returned to my wrist and I looked at him. With his other hand he waived 'enough' moving it across his throat, and I felt the lump in my throat grow, suffocating me. The last words... I don't know if I ever see or hear you again... James... I'll try to win this... I'll try... I squeezed my hand around the phone and close my eyes, whispering. “James, I have to go... I almost at the no reception zone... bad part of being in the middle of nowhere... I'll talk to you tomorrow...” “Andy... please... I need you... I need you to survive this...” “I... you know, you were right, about everything... I just want you to know you were right... good bye, James...” I felt Raven's hand tightening around mine and pull the phone away from my ear, pushing the disconnect button. Tears dropped from my eyes and I looked back at the face of my enemy. “What the fuck was all this about the work? Did you try to give him a sign? And about the fox? Are you trying to get him killed?” “What was I supposed to talk about? And the fox.. you made me wince, he heard it, I was looking at you at the moment, it just popped up in my head, red hair, red fox. Leave him alone, he knows nothing, he doesn't even know Mike's phone number, he can't warn anyone... leave him be like you promised.” Raven looked at me for a second, carefully inspecting my face, but all he read was the deep pain of the last goodbye... that was all I could think about at the moment. Satisfied with my tears, he pulled a roll of duct tape out of his pocket. “Turn around and put your hands behind you, time to finish all this...” |
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| Unforgiven | Mar 13 2011, 09:58 PM Post #87 |
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Damn... I really hate that Raven guy. I can't wait what's going to happen now...
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| olyamet | Mar 21 2011, 10:07 PM Post #88 |
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^^^ Oh, I hate him too, not helping that I chose Dave for this part... Okay here is more. ------------------------------------------------ (James' POV) I lowered my hand with the phone and gripped into the chair, my heart pounding heavily somewhere in my throat, my mind scattered, the fear gripping into my chest and crawling down my spine. He found her... her plan didn't work... he's taking her to the cabin and... he's planning to... to... she was saying goodbye to me... she's... I don't want to lose her... I don't want her to die... I can't... I can't... it's not fair... it's not fucking fair! I don't want this to happen! I can't let this happen! I can't... “James...?” Lars stood up from his seat with a worried expression. “I need to call Mike and tell him... I need to... Oh God, I have no idea what to do! I know where he's taking her... and I wish we could just drive there... but he'll see the car right away and... We need Mike's help.” I pulled my phone out and dialed Mike's number with shaking fingers. “Mike, it's James Hetfield.” “I told you to stay away from it and let...” “He got her, your plan failed.” “...How do you know?” “She called me... she couldn't talk openly... I know where he's taking her and I can be there in forty minutes, but... I don't know if she has that long...” “Where?” “The cabin, we're landing in a small private airport just a few miles away from Pinecliffe...” “When did she call you?” “Just now... a few minutes ago...” “Okay, if they're in town... it takes thirty-five to fifty minutes from there to the cabin at normal speed... James, I need to know what she said to you, every single word. There is more information there... Andy is a smart girl, if she managed to tell you where he's taking her, that means she has a plan... I know her, she'll try to pull time, she'll give us a chance to help her. I'll meet you by the convenience store in...” He said something to someone in the room, all I heard was the word helicopter, before Mike came back to me. “I'll meet you there in an hour. James, don't attempt to do this on your own... you'll get her killed.” “Please hurry...” “I'm on my way.” I hung up the phone and looked at my friends. Both of them were quiet, Lars was pinching his lip, lost in his thoughts, Kirk was looking at me. “So.. what's the plan? How can we help?” “We meet with Mike and... I'll tell him everything Andromeda said... and I hope he'll come up with a plan. He'd better... or I'll drive up there and...” “James... if he has her and there's only one road to the cabins... he'll see our car right away and... one wrong move and... it could all get worse.” “He's taking her to the cabin to kill her, it's as worse as it gets...” “James... fuck... it's all so... just fuck...” Kirk whispered and put his hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes, letting tears roll freely over my face. Please God... please... don't take her away... (Mike's POV) All Hell broke loose and everything was set in motion, me and a few members of the SWAT team took the helicopter and in less than an hour we were driving the short distance from the helipad to the town's center. All this time I tried to stay calm, but truth be told, I couldn't settle my trembling heart. I always though of Andy as a daughter I never had. Me and my wife never had any kids, we went through all the possible procedures, shots and twelve miscarriages. After that the doctors told us it was never going to happen. It was devastating, my wife sank into depression and tried to push me away, tried to leave, blaming herself... I didn't let her. I stood by her side and over the years, we learned to deal with it and stopped trying. We accepted that it was not meant to be. And now, the girl that was so close to my heart was in danger and I couldn't help but get my emotions in the way of my job. I couldn't just think of her as one of the coworkers, I couldn't think of risking her life even when she insisted on luring Raven into a trap... now it's all turned into a hostage situation. He got her and if the time comes, I don't think I can pick the greater good over her... We arrived to the town and I tried to shake my heavy thoughts away. Even before we got to the destination point, I saw a tall man pacing around a blue SUV and two other guys were standing nearby, watching their friend. Well, I guess that's James... I know how you feel... at least you don't know it all... you have no idea who we're dealing with... I do. Andy knows too. I couldn't help and look at his figure closer, so he's the rocker that got my girl's heart... never thought of that kind of combination... I never liked Ron... and as I learn now, I was right. I pointed out the SUV to our driver and took my time to keep my full attention on James, let's see... Tall, strong features, open blue eyes... the choice of clothing said he's not the sissy type and not the in your face bad ass type, just a normal guy... did Andy say he was a hunter... yeah, definitely not the spandex type. The choice of profession is a minus... I've seen that, jumping on stage in leather and beating on guitars stuff... just awful. At least he's smart enough not to be a cowboy and go there alone with blazing guns... he's not afraid is he? No... he's pacing like a lion that's trapped in a cage, definitely cares for her, cares for her a lot... and understands that this is not the time to act foolish. Okay James... I may even learn to like you later if... No. Not if... when, when this is all over and Andy is safe. I opened the door and stepped out of the car. |
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| Unforgiven | Mar 22 2011, 11:32 PM Post #89 |
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Oh, this is getting more and more exciting ! I hope they'll get there in time. Thanks for the update and the other update as well.
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| olyamet | Apr 4 2011, 03:29 PM Post #90 |
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^^^ Thanks Kimmi! Love you! Here is more. ---------------------------------------------------------------- (Andy's POV) After Raven called off his dog from James I breathed out with ease and turned my mind to work. The drive to the cabin gave me some time to clear my thoughts. I couldn't hear what time limit Raven had set with his helper, all I had to go by was the drive. I lost forty minutes on the drive to the cabin, not much I can do being tied up. I had to figure a way out in less than an hour. A way to kill him. It was as simple as that. Me or him. Physically, he's stronger, I could try and distract him... get him off balance... you like mind games Dave, fine, let's play. Time to get my brain working at full power. I closed my eyes and, despite the acute repulsiveness, put the image of Raven back into my mind, remembering all his little smirks, gestures, and words. What can I read from that? He's full of himself, yeah, I knew that before. If I put together both of his identities, Raven and Scorpion, I'll get a cold-blooded killer, with a strange complex for the ritual cleansing of his victims... by sacrifice. If you add to that no hesitation of killing kids... what did he say?... 'Children were their offsprings, nothing good would've ever grown out of them...' he's sure of that... too sure. Is he one of them? Was his father a powerful man? Possible... did he choose his work instead of family? Combine that with the fact that he never went after powerful women... definitely a male or father rooted hate. All serial killers have a psychological connection to their childhood... something that happened to them when they were powerless to protect themselves... think. Why did he never go after women? Something about women... “Since you're my first female kill...” but he had killed women, the wives of his victims... why the strong separation of me from them? What's different? They were part of the family... they were with those men... I need more information about that, I need to make him talk... he loves to talk about himself, let him, ask more questions... “We've arrived.” Raven's voice stopped my thoughts and I lifted my head off the back seat. He stopped the car, came out, and made his way to the back seat. “Time to let you free.” I didn't say a word, watching him untie me and slowly stood up. My eyes trailed to James' house and I barely held my sigh when the memories washed over me. The place I was happy for a few days... the place I met the love of my life... and now... it would be the place of my death... My eyes teared up and I mentally snapped at myself. Stop thinking that! Raven opened the door with no problem, finding the spare key on the secret compartment above the door and gesturing me in. Will I ever walk out of here? Me or him... as simple as that. (Mike's POV) After my talk to James, I had to believe in his word, he was sure that Raven took her to the cabin. The other information I got from Andy's words was meant for me and it was a puzzle. What did she mean by red fox? There had to be a meaning for that... red fox.... red hair? Raven had brown hair... changed his appearance to a redhead? No... redheads are easier to spot... he wouldn't do that, he's smarter than that... No it has to be something else... it has to be important if she said it... What if she learned about the FBI rat's identity? I quickly got on the phone with my assistant and told him to pull all the employee records, find all the redheads, and get back to me. Meanwhile, with collaboration with the head of the SWAT team, we worked out the plan of action. Drive to the place on the mountain road just out of view from the cabins and then continue on foot. Assess the situation as we go and act depending on what we find. Plan A was simple. If the lights in the cabin were on and the inside clearly visible, it would be a one sniper shot job. Thank God Frank was here, he's the best sniper I'd ever known. One shot and it would be over. But, knowing Raven, he would stay low, just in case... Plan B was get to a blind spot, hidden from the living room windows. The trick was to get to the back of the house, since the road was in the full view, so we would have to closely watch the windows before we continued. If that was the case, we'd have to assume Raven has a gun in his hand at all times, so our entrance would have to be swift and surprising. We have to distract him so he'd have less time to fire at Andy, who, unlike the SWAT team, has no armor. We have to be fast and think on our feet, time was running short, and with every passing minute, Andy's life was drawing closer to an end. God help us, save my girl, save and protect her. I swallowed, watching the team loading into the truck and turned to James. I was just about to tell him that he had to stay here and wait for us to come back when I saw his figure right by the truck's door, ready to get inside. Okay... that was going to be mission impossible... “James, thank you for all you did and thank you for all your help, n--” “I'm going with you.” He turned, not taking his hand off the truck door. “James, you did your part, now--” “My part will be over when Andromeda is safe in my arms, not fucking negotiable.” His hand gripped tighter at the metal. I looked at his determent, worried face and his eyes gazed into mine with a plea, contradicting his harsh words. I sighed and searched my mind for the right words, when Sam, the SWAT team's commander turned to me. “Mike, you stay here with the civilians until the mission is over.” “What?” I looked at the James, suddenly feeling what he must've felt just a second ago, and turned back to Sam. “No, I'm going with you!” Sam stepped closer and put his hand on my shoulder. “Mike, you haven't been in action for years, no hard feelings, but I can't afford to have someone there who's not at top physical form.” “No, you need me! I have to be there, I know her better than any of you, I can read her moves, I can think like her, you'll need me to be there!” “We'll keep constant radio contact.” “I can't help you, if I can't see her! No, I have to be there with you! Sam... don't do this to me, you know Andy is more than just my assistant... she's like a daughter to me...” He can't do that... I have to be there, I have to make sure she's safe... “That's another reason I want you to stay away. Mike, you know better, we can't have two people giving orders, especially if one is emotionally involved.” “Sam... please.” I felt a cold hand of fear slowly squeezing my chest. No... I have to be the one giving orders... I can't let them to pick the greater good over her... no... I must be there. I looked at Sam's eyes and saw him shaking his head at me. “I can't... Mike, you know that, you would've done the same thing in my place. You can't go with us.” With heavy heart I turned to James feeling compaction for him at this moment, and pulling his arm away from the door. “He's right. We'll stay here. She has a better chance with professionals doing their job.” I with I could believe what I just said... I turned back to Sam, looking him square in the eyes. “Full radio contact at all times. No action, not even one step without my approval.” “You got it, old friend.” Sam turned to get in and I stopped him with my hand on his shoulder. “Sam, next time I see you, you better have Andy safe and sound by your side. Get her out of there alive, you hear me?” Sam press my hand and nodded in answer. You better, bring her alive... (James' POV) Helpless, I watch the tailgate lights of the truck vanishing behind the corner, and barely holding myself from running after it. They better save her... they better... I looked at the Mike, noticing how he suddenly looks older, somehow, smaller. Tense shoulders, hand gripping into the radio, just frozen in place figure... frozen with the same fear, that holds my body hostage. He cares for her... he wouldn't let them go alone if he wasn't sure, that they are the best for the job... right? They better be... The sudden phone ring coming from the Mike's pocket made him jump and he almost dropped it in the snow, trying to answer. “Mike's here...” His face turned serious, eyebrows met in the middle. “Seventeen redheads?... Shit.... How many of them women? So only two guys... What? A death-mute housekeeper?... I don't give a damn, what you think! Anyone who put a foot in the Federal building is on the same level. Send seventeen teams, search their houses, bring them all in.... yes, I authorize it! Look for anything related to Raven, isolate them all. Call me with any new information.” |
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