|posted on 30-Apr-2002 10:18:22 AM by Angelissa|
|Title: Remember Me?|
Summary: Liz, a girl no one seems to knowand doesn't even know herself, wakes up in a hospital bed in LA. She's suddenly thrown into a search to find out who she is, and the only person who seems to be able to help her is the mysterious Max Evans, who knows more than he's telling.
Okay, sorry peoples, but I've gotta go, I'll get part one out later today, Promise!
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|posted on 30-Apr-2002 12:28:58 PM by Angelissa|
|Yay!, here it is...|
Bright light from the open window by her bedside forced her eyes to open. She tried to sit up, and immediatly fell back down onto the bed, an intense pain in her head.
"Your finally awake! Well, Good Morning, how are you feeling?" Came the voice of a cheerful nurse making the bed next to hers.
Her reply came in a cracked voice, she felt like it had been years since she last spoke. "I'm- I-, wait, Where am I? Who are you?" Then it hit her and she opened her eyes in shock(the small movement causing more stinging pains in her head), "Who am.... I?"
The nurse stopped and smiled, "I'm Maria, your in SunnySide Hospital, and judging from the nameplate on the bracelet your wearing, you name is Elizabeth. Now, don't worry, you've got quite a bump on your head, but the doctor says your memory should return soon enough."
"I- I see, um, can I speak to the doctor?"
"Of course, actually, he'll be quite pleased to hear that your awake, I'll go get him."
"Thank you" were all the words she could manage before Maria swept out of the room to find the doctor.
She was left to sit there wondering.
Elizabeth walked out into the bright clear day. After a check-up just to make sure she was okay the doctor had released her from the hospital, and sent her on her way with nothing but the clothes on her back and a wallet with nothing inside inside it except for a small card that said to return the wallet to Elizabeth Parker at 35 West Ham Ave., LA, California. That was where she planned to go now.
Just then, she felt a presence behind her, and turned to see a man standing there. It was like he had just appeared, she was sure he hadn't been there before, and he looked rustled, Like he'd been running alot.
"Liz Parker, we need to talk..."
Okay, I gotta go! More lata!
|posted on 30-Apr-2002 6:04:39 PM by Angelissa|
|Okay! Sorry I didn't get to post too much last time. I only had a few minutes to write with, I'll write more now!|
She stared cautiously at the man before her. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, dark brown hair, depth filled hazel eyes, sensual lips, lips that perhaps she had kissed before....
Wait a second. What was she thinking. Those very same hazel eyes were darting everywhere as if someone was just about to jump out and attack. He looked almost dangerous, despite the obvious appeal. She didn't even know who he was, or what iformation he had. Things she had to know before she started fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss those lips...
"Okay, what do we need to talk about?"
His eyes scanned the bright, sunny walkway as if it was some dark ally in New York. "Not Here, its not safe to talk here."
She almost laughed at the comment, but in seconds he had closed the space between them and grasped her arm in a painless but firm grip. Suddenly she was being pulled down the street by a man who seemed to know her, but who she knew nothing about. She pushed him away, and in that moment of surprise was able to break free from his grasp. "Wait! I don't even know who you are! You really expect me to go with you?"
Before she could dodge him, he grabbed her arm again. "Look, my name is Max, Max Evans, and your in danger. Every second we stand here wasting time you fall deeper into the hole that only I can help you get out of. There is no one for you to trust except me. Now, do you want to come with me and hear what I have to say? Or would you rather I leave you here and let you wait to die?"
She was speachless for a second, looking into those deep pools of hazel that were his eyes, but she found her voice again and made a split second decision. "I'll go with you."
He gave her a small smile that made her heart jump and skip a beat, then pulled her to an old, freshly painted black, tin box looking car that had tinted out windows. It looked like one of those getaway cars from gangster movies.
"Get in." He said as he pulled open the passenger side door. She obeyed, and slid into the worn, but comfortable passenger seat. Why did I trust him, she thought. But she knew why. She could feel it Deep inside. She felt like she knew him. Maybe she did.
He slid into the driver's seat beside her and gave her another one of the heart stopping smiles. Then he slid the key into the ignition and turned it, starting up the engine. Then they began to move down streets that she didn't remember, but thought she could.
She looked at him. "Where are we going."
"My place." Then turning and seeing her nervous expression her placed a warm hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, I swear I would never hurt you."
She felt her insides crumble and gave a small nod in response. God help her she believed him.
~Okay, this one is a bit longer than the last one, but I have to go to dinner now so, I'll try to write more later tonight or tomorrow. Sorry I couldn't write any more!
|posted on 2-May-2002 8:24:59 PM by Angelissa|
|Thanx for all the great FB everyone. Here's part three. I don't have too much time so it will be a bit short, but I'll write part four tomorrow to make up for it!|
She tried to breath calmly and collect her thoughts while they drove down the street. Just two hours agao she had woken up in a warm hospital bed with sunlight streaming through the windows and an oh so cheerful nurse. Just a seconds after that she had realized she had no memory of her life. Now, she was driving in a car with a guy named "Max Evans" who seemed to know her, and to think that someone was trying to kill her. God, she just wished she could remember something, anything. She looked over at the figure sitting next to her, if only she could at least remember him, she wanted to remember him.
"Are we almost there?" She asked, hoping they were. Maybe being inside his house would give her some kind of memory. Maybe it would give her something she could use to get a grip on her past.
He gave her a small nod, but that was it. She sighed silently. She wished he would talk to her, put his hand on her shoulder like he had before. Even those least intimate of touches from him seemed to send shivers down her spine, and make her tingle all over. She closed her eyes and blocked those thoughts out of her head, reminding herself that she knew nothing about this Max.
Then she stared aimlessly out of her window and tried not to think about anything for the rest of the drive.
They pulled out in front of an old house that wasn't much more than a shack, surrounded by abandoned warehouses with boarded up windows. God, please don't let this be it, she thought to herself, please pleeeaaassse don't let him live here. But Max was getting out of the car, he was opening the door for her. Her heart sank, this was it.
"This is it. Lets go inside." He said as he held the door open for her.
Liz gulped and nodded, stepping out of the car and staring up at the house that belonged to the man she had been fantasizing about just a few moments ago. Here we go, she thought, and walked up the walkway to the door of the place where she was about to talk with a stranger she couldn't remember about who was trying to kill her and why.
Isn't life grand?
~That's it for now, like I said, it's short, but I'll give ya a nice long part four tomorrow. Promise!
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|posted on 3-May-2002 6:03:44 PM by Angelissa|
|I love all the great FB, Thanx!|
Okay, Here is the Part four that I promised you:
She took a seat on the tattered couch in the living room of a house that brought her no memories what so ever. The walls were black and pictureless. There were no little trinkets or souvinears, just the bare nessesities of furniture in each of the rooms. There was nothing to symbolize any kind of life. It was sad, and she couldn't wait to leave such a depressing place.
"So, who's trying to kill me and why?" She stated bluntly, wanting to get this conversation over with.
He sat down on a chair, in equally bad condition, across from the couch and sighed, as if looking for the right words to say what needed to be said.
"All right, it all started when you saw something you weren't supposed to."
"What do you mean?" She inquired curiously.
"Your a bio-chemist, and a good one, but you came across a sample you shouldn't have. These people were into some..... illegal genetic engineering type of stuff. You found out what they were doing. They want you dead."
She shook her head in disbelief. "You're kidding right? I mean, shit like that only ever happens in the movies. Conspiracies like that, they just don't happen to normal people. How did I 'come across' this sample? What was it of, I mean, what where these 'people' doing?"
"I don't know, you never told me any of that." So he said, but the way his eyes wandered as he spoke made her think he was lying, or just not telling her something.
"What aren't you telling me?"
His eyes darted back to her face, and he studied it for a second before he spoke. "What do you mean? I'm telling you everything I know. Why wouldn't I?"
Why wouldn't he, indeed? But she kept quiet for now. She'd just have to do some digging to get the answers she wanted. "I don't know. Who are these people who's conspiracy I discovered?" She asked instead of thinking of reasons why she might not want to trust him.
He shifted in his seat, as if afraid to say too much, and glanced cautiously at the walls before he spoke. "Their part of an organization that is kept more secret than most like it. No one knows what its name is, and anyone who finds out, usually isn't around long enough to tell anyone. Anyone who finds out just sort of vanishes." He paused and looked at her with an suddenly tormented expression on his. "For a little while there I thought you had vanished."
Then before she even knew what was happening he was at her side, his arms wrapped around her. He brushed his lips softly against her forehead. "Four days ago I couldn't find you, and part of me died. I'm never going to let you out of my sight again. I don't want to lose you."
She felt her insides melt at hearing the words he spoke and the feel of his lips on her skin. She didn't know what to say, but at that moment she couldn't dream of being anywhere else.
She could even remember the last time he'd held her like that. The feel of being pressed against him. She always felt so sheltered. She felt as if nothing could touch her as long as she was in those strong arms. As long as she could feel that sculpted body pressed against hers. She felt amazing when ever she was with him. She tilted her head up and felt his lips press against hers.
In the back of her mind she wondered if what she'd just experienced was a memory or a fantasy.
But right now, as she was being pressed closer against him, did she really care?
~Okay, that's it, part 4, I'll get part 5 out to you soon, most likely today or tomorrow.
|posted on 5-May-2002 1:15:40 PM by Angelissa|
As she felt his warm lips press against hers she wanted nothing more than to have the kiss deepen. To make love to Max right there. Right now. Every part of her body was screaming for it.
But she pushed him away and shook her head slowly, every ounce of will in her body used to do that simple action.
She couldn't do this, not yet anyway. She had to figure out what was going on. She had to figure out who she was. Who Max was. What her life was like. But most importantly, she had to figure out what had been on that sample to make these people want her gone. And she had to do it soon, because she didn't know how long she could stand not to kiss the man who was now holding her in his arms.
"I...I have to go Max."
"No." was all he said. His grip tightened around her, not painfully, but iron hard, letting her know she wasn't going anywhere. Not right now, and not without him. She sighed softly and let her head rest against his shoulder. She could just stay like this forever. Or she could just stay like this until he fell asleep, than slip away and check out her house. It was only afternoon, but he was exhausted, she could feel it in the way his grip around her relaxed slightly when she gave in and let him hold her.
But Liz hadn't given in, not by a long shot.
When she felt his breathing slow and looked up to see his eyes closed, shutting out those heart melting pools of hazel, she knew he had fallen into the depths of sleep.
She untangled herself from his body carefully, as not to wake him and tiptoed into the kitchen. There she grabbed his keys off the counter where he had thrown them and walked silently to the door. Opening it slowly, so she wouldn't make any noise she stepped out into what she realized was a still sunny day.
She walked quickly to his car and got in. She hoped he wouldn't mind... hopefully she wouldn't have to worry about that, hopefully he would still be asleep when she got back. Hopefully.
She slid the key into the ignition and turned, the engine roaring to life. God, she prayed the sudden sound hadn't awoken him as she put the car in Drive and drove toward the address in the wallet. Please, she thought, let me find the answers I need. Please let them be the answers I want, she thought as she glanced back toward Max's house.
Liz pulled up to a small apartment building. It was in a nice neighborhood, and she saw kids playing in the park across the street. Now this is what I wanted, she thought and a smiled touched her lips. This is what she had wanted to see when Max had brought her to his home. She had wanted him to live in a nice sunny neighborhood, with kids playing in parks and green grass. But she shouldn't have expected it. Not with everything that was going on. Not with what Max had told her. So she was pleasantly surprised when she pulled up to the pleasant little apartment building on the edge of a neighborhood filled with nice houses and quiant shops.
She turned off the car and got out, slipping Max's keys into her pocket. Then she walked up to the red brick building and turned the brass handle of the door. She stepped inside, and closed her eyes, breathing in a fresh, clean, safe smell. This was definitly where she wanted to be. She walked over to the fuzzy, green carpeted stairway and climbed up one flight. Her hand trailing over the beautifully carved banister to her right. This place was heaven.
She stopped in from of the door to room number 7, and instinctively reached up above the molding and felt for the spare key. Her heart fluttered excitedly. This was home. This was where she belonged. She slipped the key into the lock, but to her surprise, the door was already opened. She stepped into the apartment causiously, then stopped dead. There, sitting on the couch looking right at her was a man with dark wavy hair and deep brown eyes. She tried to scream, tried to run, but she couldn't. She paralized, and all she could see were his eyes as he stared at her...
Suddenly his was next to her, his arms were around her. She was so startled, was he crying?
"W-who are you?" She asked caustiously.
He pulled away enough to look down at her with surprise. "Liz, its me, Michael, your fiannce. Don't you remember me?"
~Okay, that's it! Thought I'd add a little twist to the story. Give me some FB on what you think!
|posted on 7-May-2002 9:49:24 AM by Angelissa|
|Okay, everyone, I don't have time to write more right now, but I hope to get more out in this story and in Believe by tomorrow night, after that I'm leaving for three days and you'll have to wait till Sunday for the next parts!!!|
P.S. Thanx for all the great feedback! I feel so loved now.
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|posted on 31-Jul-2002 4:13:31 PM by Angelissa|
|Hey Everybody! Okay, now I realize that three days passed about three months ago, but hey, I'm a procrastinator. Anyway, I sorta forgot I was writing this a while back, then Sarah Helen b-mailed me and I remembered, so I decided to put Part 6 out there and start writing this again if anyone is still interested in it. To marteloise, Miss dreamergal, nickeygurl13, Nana, Roswellluver, LiLEvEe, anonymousarfan, sarah helen, JbehrsGurl, and Salonica, thanx for the feedback, your support means alot.|
"M-My fiance?!? But if your my fiance why weren't you at the hospital? Why didn't you call the cops? I was missing for four days, why weren't you trying to find me? How did....whatever happen to me happen? Why don't I remember you? Why can't I remember anything?" As she rambled on the questions, Michael's eyes grew wide in surprise, especially when he heard her last question.
"What are you talking about? What hospital? You can't remember... you have amnesia." His eyes widened at the realization, and he held her against him. "He did this, I know he did." He said those words through clenched teeth and Liz was surprised at the coldness in them.
"What do you mean? Who did what?" Liz asked, pushing away from him to look into his eyes, almost afraid of hearing the answer she knew she didn't want to hear.
He sighed and walked back to the couch he'd been sitting on when she came in. She noted absent mindedly that it was a deep blue and looked soft and moved to sit by him on it before he answered.
"For about two weeks someone has been following you, leaving notes and love letters, telling our friends that you and I are over, leaving messages on the answering machine, calling in the middle of the night, and other things like that. We talked to the police for the first time last week, and they said that since the letters weren't threatening, that they couldn't do anything. They said we should just wait, and that he may get bored and go after someone else. After we talked to them, they letters starting getting worse, he called more frequently, he made threats. We were in the process of hiring a detective to find out who this guy was when you disappeared. I didn't tell anybody because of this." He grabbed a piece of paper off the coffee table and held it out to her. Printed on it were the words:
She's gone. Go to the police, she dies. Look for her, she dies.
Liz read the note, and almost fainted. If what she said was true, then... and she had been at his house. OMG, she had kissed him, held him....
She read the note again. No, it couldn't be true. The words were so impersonal. They didn't sound like words from a man who had the woman he loved. Besides she had felt something when she kissed him. OMG, why did she kiss him. She had to get away. She had to get out of here. She couldn't stay here. This "Michael" was lying. He had to be.
She jumped up and ran to the door. It couldn't be true. I mean, if Max was her stalker, how did she get to the hospital, and Michael still hadn't told her why he hadn't been at the hospital. Why they hadn't called him. She had to get away.
He watched her run to the door wide-eyed. "Where are you going? What are you doing?!?"
"I don't believe you! You lying to me!" He got up to walk towards her. "Liz, wai-"
She never even let him finish. She was out the door and scrambling down the stairs before the words had even left his mouth. As she scrambled out of the building and kept running she didn't even notice the black car was gone, although the keys remained in her pocket. Vaguely as she ran, she wondered where she was going, who, if anyone, she could trust, and what her life had been like four days ago. Who was lying... Max or Michael, or were they both lying.
By the time she stopped running and looked up she was standing at the front of the hospital. Perhaps it was time for her to talk to that doctor again. Perhaps he could tell her when and how she'd get her memory. Perhaps he could tell her who she was.
|posted on 13-Aug-2002 11:44:04 PM by Angelissa|
|Okay, thanx for the support, you guys, I love the FB. Now what I'm about to say may cause you to tar and feather me, but I'm going to have to put off the already late chapter 7. I know, I know, I'm being mean.... but I have an idea for a new fic and I want to get it started. Its gonna be an original fic called Suffering Life that I plan to post at ff.n, incase your interested. Anyway, you shouldn't have to wait too long for 7, I just want to do a little bit on this new fic and then I'll be back. I just wanted to let you all know I hadn't forgotten about you...again.|
|posted on 24-Nov-2002 11:45:30 AM by Angelissa|
|Oops... and sorry... and join me while I make a bonfire and throw my chemistry teacher into it? maybe? No? Later then. For right now I will be writing the next chapter... finally. Thank you thank you thank you for all the FB and Bumps, and once again, sorry it took me so long to respond.|
Liz looked up at the ancient brick building before her. She was riding on only hope now. The hope that maybe... just maybe... the doctor in that building would be able to tell her something. Anything.
She walked up the old stone steps, with threadlike cracks running through them to show their age. She reached out for the handle of the door, stepping into the lobby and over to the front desk.
"Hello... Welcome to the Stratton Medical Center. How can I help you?" The nurse at the desk droned out the words. It was strange, Liz had remembered seeing a different nurse at the information desk earlier in the day.
She shrugged off the suspicious feeling crawling up her spine. There had probably just a shift change or something like that. She gave the nurse a cheery smile. "Hi! I'm Elizabeth Parker. I was wondering if I could speak to a Dr. Whitman."
"Hold on." The nurse didn't even give so much as a smile. She just looked down at the computer screen and began typing. When she looked back up her eyes seemed to be filled with suspicion. She shook her head slowly. "I'm sorry miss, but there is no Dr. Whitman in this hospital."
Liz Gulped. She felt her blood run cold. She'd spoken to him. He'd been all smiles, telling her she'd be fine. He'd said she just had temporary amnesia. Said that her memory would come back soon. He'd seemed so nice. She gulped again, and looked back at the nurse. "W-what about a nurse. Maria, Maria Deluca was her name. Is she here?"
The nurse sighed as if this was something she'd really rather not be doing. She typed some more on her keyboard and then looked up. "I guess its your lucky day." Then she reached over to the intercom and pressed a button. "Maria Deluca, please report to the main lobby. I repeat, will Maria Deluca please report to the main lobby, you have a visitor." Then the nurse turned her hawk-like eyes back on Liz. "You can go sit in the waiting area while you wait."
Liz nodded and mummbled out a thank you before heading over to a soft looking chair. Within a few minutes she heard a voice at the front desk asking who her visitor was and got up, finally something was going right. And then she froze. Because standing the looking right at her was not the nurse she'd seen this morning. Not at all.
She couldn't stand it. She felt like a mouse running in circles, surrounded by cats, and with no where to go. And the circles just kept getting smaller. She found her feet again and just ran. It seemed like that was all she could do lately. Run. She would go back to Max. For some reason he seemed like he really knew what was going on. If she could just get to him, she'd be fine. She hoped.
She didn't see the dark figure creep out of the bushes behind her. She didn't see him lift something over her head. All she saw was darkness as he brought the rock down on her head. And then there was nothing.
Mmmkay, so that's it for now. Hope you like!