Author: Laebeth PM
While hunting orcs, Legolas is wounded by an unknown weapon to Middle-Earth. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas must face the threat of a 21th century criminal. WARNING A/L slash. Repost of No Regrets because of update problems. Have Fun!!Rated: Fiction M - English - Adventure/Drama - Legolas & Aragorn - Chapters: 5 - Words: 15,900 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 05-05-03 - Published: 02-12-03 - id: 1233155
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rating:R for violence, blood and sexual situations in later chapters.
I own nothing of middle earth and of any of Tolkiens characters. The others belong to me. I don't get any money out of this and I do it for my own pleasure.
I'm not trying to write another LOTR's book so I'm taking liberties with the characters, the places they travel and the time frame. I'm just entertaining myself with some incredible characters. Also, French is my first language so I may not be the best writer around. I'm perfectly aware that my sentence structures are going to be somewhat shaky so if you have any good advice on how I can improve my writing, please comment.
Laurence's breathing was starting to burn her lungs but she couldn't afford to stop now. The man she was chasing down the street robbed a bank only half an hour ago. He killed two clients in his desperation to flee before the police arrived.
She had arrived to the scene just in time to see the killer jump over a fence and disappear in a back yard. Glancing around her, she noticed that she was one of the first officers on the scene.
The chances of catching the man now rested in her hands. Without even the time to call in her situation, she got out of the police car, ran in the direction she last spotted the robber and jumped over the same fence.
After what seemed like an eternity, she was finally gaining ground on him. Giving a burst of speed, she silently prayed that she wouldn't stumble in her weariness. The metallic taste of exhaustion was inside her mouth now, making her swallow to get rid of the taste. Her face was flushed from so much spent energy and she could feel her cheeks burning red. And to top it all, she had a sharp pain in her side, warning her that she wouldn't be able to run this fast much longer.
She knew she was more than physically fit, but this was madness. The guy had been running at top speed for 20 minutes so it was obvious that he was either on drugs or on pure adrenaline. She had to catch him soon or he would get away.
She saw him round a corner, right into an alley. She stopped at the entrance, leaning against the rough brick, trying to catch her breath. Having him cornered in an alley was just what she needed. She could now shoot him in the legs without having to worry about hitting a bystander.
She looked around, trying to see in the black of night if she could spot a police unit coming to the
*Where's back up when you need it? *
She glanced rapidly in the alley and jerked back against the protection of the wall. She didn't see him, but that didn't mean he wasn't there
She had discovered a lot of vapour coming from the back of the many restaurants she could see. It made it that much harder to see through the blackness of night enveloping the inside of the alley.
Just thinking of the killer hiding in the shadows, behind the vapours, made her frame tremble slightly, but she had to go in there.
He probably wouldn't hesitate to kill her since he already had two murders on his "conscience", and she was well aware that in this situation, he would do anything to get away, even killing people who got in the way of his escape.
She couldn't let him do that and she wouldn't be able to live with the notion that she hadn't been fast enough to prevent it. Her guilt would definitely tear her to pieces.
She prayed that if anything happened, he'd hit her bullet-proof vest. It would hurt, but she'd live. She took a deep breath, gun raised in front of her face and raced into the alley, quickly ducking behind a big garbage bin. She tried to calm her breathing and the pounding of her heart, certain that the robber could hear it. Taking a few more deep breaths, she raced to the garbage bin a little further on the other side of the alley.
So far so good. *But where could he be?* She could feel sweat trickling down her neck and back. Her palms were moist so she tightened her grip on her gun.
Suddenly, she heard running footsteps. The guy had been to scared to stay hidden any longer and in his anxiety, he had made a rash move and had bolted for the back of the alley.
She could now clearly see that this was a dead end. The robber was going to try and jump the brick wall. She had to get to him before she had him out of her site again.
-Police! Stop where you are or I'll shoot! She yelled, hoping that the simple command and threat would be enough.
But the guy kept running and just when he was about to jump, she took aim and shot him in the leg. The sudden impact robbed the killer of his momentum, sending him tumbling towards the brick wall, head first. But his head never collided. Instead, his body disappeared completely after passing through the wall.
Laurence just stood there, her mouth open. It couldn't be!
*I did not imagine that man……he was right in front of me a second before. Maybe there's a slight opening that's creating an optic effect of some kind.*
She carefully walked to the brick wall and checked for any hidden openings. After a few seconds of searching, she hesitantly moved her hand forward. She was scared out of her mind. Things like these only happened in the movies. This could not be happening. "Maybe I'm going crazy!" she thought with a sigh. It was the only explanation she could come up with.
But then her hand, which should have made contact with the wall, disappeared. She jerked it back with a scream. She stared at the wall for some time and then raised her hand again. It disappeared behind the wall once more.
"The more time I spend looking at this wall, the longer the robber gets a chance to loose me! And I'll be dead before I let this bastard go." She murmured angrily to herself.
Finally having resolved that this was probably just a projected image, she ran through the wall and stopped dead in her tracks.
She wasn't in the city anymore and the sun was casting his warm rays on her skin. She was standing in a clearing, surrounded by magnificent trees, shining like diamonds in the bright sun. The air was cool and fresh on her flushed cheeks and it smelled wonderful, pure.
She turned around quickly to see if the wall was still there but to her absolute horror, it was gone.
"What the hell is happening here?" She cried.
Laurence was starting to feel the first signs of panic setting in, so she forced herself to take deep, calming breaths and to relax her tense body.
That's when she heard screaming and grunting and what she thought was the sounds of metal clashing against metal. The sounds of battle were coming from her left side and appeared to not be far away. She took in her surroundings one last time and ran in that direction, hoping that it wasn't the killer making more victims.
She emerged from the trees in time to see her target, a dark haired man, a blond haired man and a midget, fighting black monsters. The men were rapidly gaining the upper hand and soon, there was not a single monster left standing.
She hadn't moved the entire time she witnessed the fight, certain she had gone completely mad. But when the fight ended, she quickly paced backwards behind the safety of a tree, half visible and half hidden.
Then, the robber turned around, visibly as terrified as she was, and spotted her. He was standing slightly to her left, a little farther away than the remaining men. He raised his gun in a fraction of a second, pointing it in her direction. She had raised it at the same time.
"Drop your gun!" She yelled at him.
But he just kept staring at her.
"You're under arrest for the murders of two civilians, so drop your gun. You have no where to go and police back up his going to be here any seconds now." She said, trying to reason with him.
Suddenly, the blond haired man walked up to the killer, blocking her view.
*No! What's he doing?* She thought with desperation.
"You are injured!" said the blond man looking at the killer's leg.
"Get out of the way! He's dangerous!" Cried Laurence to the blond man.
The blond turned slightly to look at her, and Laurence could clearly see confusion in his deep blue eyes.
"Do you know this man?", he asked with the most beautiful voice she had ever heard.
Laurence didn't even have time to answer him. Suddenly, his eyes changed from confusion to fear, and she felt a shiver running up her spine.
He quickly turned his head back to look at the strange man, sending long blond hair flying behind him. He didn't understand where the danger was coming from, but the eyes of the stranger had the gleam of a madman, making him wonder if this man was more dangerous than he appeared.
"Legolas! Get back here!" Said the black haired man with anxiety written on his face.
Then, the loud thunder clap of the man's gun rang out. The blond man was lifted of the ground by the impact of the bullet and came crashing at her feet with a choked scream. His light green tunic was already turning dark from the flow of blood seeping out of his chest wound.
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