Eighteenth Angel
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,553
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Chapter 2
Eighteenth Angel
By: GoddessEmpress
OB/VM
Rating: R-NC-17
Summary: Everybody is after Orlando, but why?
Warnings: Violence (Graphic), Torture, Non-Con, Supernatural Violence, Satanic Worship
Author Notes: This is a complete AU. I’ve had this story cooking for quite some time but I just wanted to smooth out the kinks before I posted it. Plus if the idea of Satan worship bothers you in anyway then back away now!! I repeat back away now!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not know or own any of these characters, except for the names you do not recognize. None of the events in this story ever happened to my knowledge.
Feedback: Much Welcomed
Chapter 1
Washington D.C. October 18, 2005, 2:54AM
“ No one really knows when it started. The fire just came out of nowhere. We do believe it did originate in ‘his’ room though”
Mr. Hugo Weaving folded his hands as he and his aide Dominic Monaghan surveyed the damage. The walls of what used to be the grand entrance of the Wilson Institute looked, now, more like a scorched tunnel.
“Total estimate of damages?” Weaving questioned firmly, his lips pressing into a tight line
“One point two million” Monaghan said somewhat shakily. He could see the anger bubbling over in his boss’ face but did not comment.
Weaving pinched the bridge of his nose. Being woken up at such and ungodly hour to deal with this type of mess did not sit well with him. He sighed, of course this would have to be dealt with quickly, before the press got a hold of it at least. For thirty years he, like others before him, had kept the true purposes and dealings of the Wilson Institute under wraps and he planned to keep it that way. He didn’t need some nosy reporter snooping around, trying to find out why a prestigious club suddenly just exploded.
“Monaghan. . .” Weaving looked at his watch. It was already going on three am.
“Sir?”
“Call Portman and have him and his team clear up this mess, I want it done by no later then six am sharp. By the time rush hour comes, I want all of this to be but a distant memory, nothing more than a small fire. Also have a press release on my desk by eight. The sooner we clip their wings the better, I can’t have them snooping about.”
Weaving fix the remains of the building with a withering glance before climbing into the back of his awaiting limo.
“Yes sir”
Dominic was about to turn when the tinted window rolled down “ Contact Mortensen and have him come to my office ASAP.”
“Sir” Monaghan nodded discreetly, turning on his heel and pulled out his cell phone.
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Washington D.C. October 18, 2005 6:50AM
Dr. Viggo Mortensen pulled his pillow over his head. He didn’t know what time it was but he knew it was too early for anyone to be calling. Since it did not appear the person was going to stop calling he picked up.
“ello” His answered sleepily, rubbing his eyes
“Viggo. . .” A familiar soft accented voice replied
“Miranda?” Viggo sat up slightly, why would she be calling him at this hour
“Yes. It’s me. I need you to come in right now. Something’s happened. I need you to meet me and the rest of the team at McKenzie Place."
"All right but what’s- " Viggo began to question her but Miranda cut him off
“ I can’t and don’t want to discuss it over the phone. Just get here as soon as you can
Viggo hung up and looked at his clock. It was going on seven. He climbed out of bed and quickly dressed. Grabbing his coat and car keys he quickly left his house. As he drove he couln't help but wonder what had Miranda so frazzled.
It took him all of thirty minutes to reach McKenzie Place. His and Miranda office was on the tenth floor. Stepping off the elevator he made a sharp right into the office. Miranda was perched at her desk. She didn't smile when he walked in.
“Morning” Viggo said through his yawn
“Not such a good one Viggo.” Miranda pulled him into a vacant office “ He had an episode last night”
Viggo eyed he blankly before his tired brain registered what had been said “How bad?”
"Very. Very. Bad. He was still unconscious when they let me see him. He’s in isolation as we speak. Weaving is furious, I think he might want to terminate the project."
‘How?’ Viggo thought to himself, shrugging out of his coat and laying across the couch. “He hasn’t had an episode in months. Now all of a sudden”
Miranda just shrugged. She and Viggo had been working on this project for the past two and a half years and now it seemed as if in one night they had been set back so far.
“ What about all the research, progress reports?” Viggo looked at her expectantly
“All gone, the institute is now non-existent, everything was lost in the fire”
He sighed. This was indeed very bad “ Well I have to go see Weaving then, ASAP. He can’t shut down this project”
“Already ahead of you. He wants you in his office yesterday” She search through a stack of papers in her desk, she handed him a memo. “This was waiting when I came it at six this morning. Viggo, I really do not think this is going to go well, nor do I think you can convince him to not terminate this project”
Viggo looked at her. He sighed “ Fine. But first I have to go see Orlando”
TBC. . .
By: GoddessEmpress
OB/VM
Rating: R-NC-17
Summary: Everybody is after Orlando, but why?
Warnings: Violence (Graphic), Torture, Non-Con, Supernatural Violence, Satanic Worship
Author Notes: This is a complete AU. I’ve had this story cooking for quite some time but I just wanted to smooth out the kinks before I posted it. Plus if the idea of Satan worship bothers you in anyway then back away now!! I repeat back away now!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not know or own any of these characters, except for the names you do not recognize. None of the events in this story ever happened to my knowledge.
Feedback: Much Welcomed
Chapter 1
Washington D.C. October 18, 2005, 2:54AM
“ No one really knows when it started. The fire just came out of nowhere. We do believe it did originate in ‘his’ room though”
Mr. Hugo Weaving folded his hands as he and his aide Dominic Monaghan surveyed the damage. The walls of what used to be the grand entrance of the Wilson Institute looked, now, more like a scorched tunnel.
“Total estimate of damages?” Weaving questioned firmly, his lips pressing into a tight line
“One point two million” Monaghan said somewhat shakily. He could see the anger bubbling over in his boss’ face but did not comment.
Weaving pinched the bridge of his nose. Being woken up at such and ungodly hour to deal with this type of mess did not sit well with him. He sighed, of course this would have to be dealt with quickly, before the press got a hold of it at least. For thirty years he, like others before him, had kept the true purposes and dealings of the Wilson Institute under wraps and he planned to keep it that way. He didn’t need some nosy reporter snooping around, trying to find out why a prestigious club suddenly just exploded.
“Monaghan. . .” Weaving looked at his watch. It was already going on three am.
“Sir?”
“Call Portman and have him and his team clear up this mess, I want it done by no later then six am sharp. By the time rush hour comes, I want all of this to be but a distant memory, nothing more than a small fire. Also have a press release on my desk by eight. The sooner we clip their wings the better, I can’t have them snooping about.”
Weaving fix the remains of the building with a withering glance before climbing into the back of his awaiting limo.
“Yes sir”
Dominic was about to turn when the tinted window rolled down “ Contact Mortensen and have him come to my office ASAP.”
“Sir” Monaghan nodded discreetly, turning on his heel and pulled out his cell phone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Washington D.C. October 18, 2005 6:50AM
Dr. Viggo Mortensen pulled his pillow over his head. He didn’t know what time it was but he knew it was too early for anyone to be calling. Since it did not appear the person was going to stop calling he picked up.
“ello” His answered sleepily, rubbing his eyes
“Viggo. . .” A familiar soft accented voice replied
“Miranda?” Viggo sat up slightly, why would she be calling him at this hour
“Yes. It’s me. I need you to come in right now. Something’s happened. I need you to meet me and the rest of the team at McKenzie Place."
"All right but what’s- " Viggo began to question her but Miranda cut him off
“ I can’t and don’t want to discuss it over the phone. Just get here as soon as you can
Viggo hung up and looked at his clock. It was going on seven. He climbed out of bed and quickly dressed. Grabbing his coat and car keys he quickly left his house. As he drove he couln't help but wonder what had Miranda so frazzled.
It took him all of thirty minutes to reach McKenzie Place. His and Miranda office was on the tenth floor. Stepping off the elevator he made a sharp right into the office. Miranda was perched at her desk. She didn't smile when he walked in.
“Morning” Viggo said through his yawn
“Not such a good one Viggo.” Miranda pulled him into a vacant office “ He had an episode last night”
Viggo eyed he blankly before his tired brain registered what had been said “How bad?”
"Very. Very. Bad. He was still unconscious when they let me see him. He’s in isolation as we speak. Weaving is furious, I think he might want to terminate the project."
‘How?’ Viggo thought to himself, shrugging out of his coat and laying across the couch. “He hasn’t had an episode in months. Now all of a sudden”
Miranda just shrugged. She and Viggo had been working on this project for the past two and a half years and now it seemed as if in one night they had been set back so far.
“ What about all the research, progress reports?” Viggo looked at her expectantly
“All gone, the institute is now non-existent, everything was lost in the fire”
He sighed. This was indeed very bad “ Well I have to go see Weaving then, ASAP. He can’t shut down this project”
“Already ahead of you. He wants you in his office yesterday” She search through a stack of papers in her desk, she handed him a memo. “This was waiting when I came it at six this morning. Viggo, I really do not think this is going to go well, nor do I think you can convince him to not terminate this project”
Viggo looked at her. He sighed “ Fine. But first I have to go see Orlando”
TBC. . .