Hello again mommy

[hasmommyissues]

Who: Raoul Silva, M, James Bond,Katniss Everdeen, M's security team.
What:  Silva makes his move.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Town and M's current safehouse.
Rating: Lets say R for explosions, attempted murder and abandonment issues.

The rules are different here thought Silva, as he settled into his vantage point in an alleyway in town. He'd been in Paradisa for two months now, during that time he'd spent his days and nights hiding in the shadows...he was good at that back home. Back home he'd remained undetected by MI5 for years until the time was right.

He'd spent his time gaining all the information he needed on M, her habits in Paradisa, her allies, the potential places she could be staying. You can't rush a good revenge plot and although killing her would result in her returning after two weeks, it might yet give him the satisfaction he desires for all the suffering he endured because of her.

Silva knows she's not staying in the current location he's watching though...that nice apartment Mitsurutu lent her. He'd taken a look inside like the creepy creep he is and quite liked it. No he doesn't need to destroy one of the safe houses in order to get the attention of her army just a nearby abandoned warehouse.

He presses a button on the detonator he's carrying and boom...up it goes. None of the townspeople have been killed thankfully but a few of them are looking quite shocked and disorientated.

You might want to take a look at that guys?
 

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[savethedarkness]

[M slid the bolt home behind Katniss as she left to investigate the fire, her fingers still closed around the hilt of the hunting knife she'd been bequeathed. it felt odd in her hand, a weight she was unaccustomed to, a more primal form of danger than a gun. as formidable as guns were, she felt somehow less at ease with something as raw and uncomplicated as a knife. it was almost ironic, she knew: there were so many ways a gun could go wrong in its user's hands, whereas with a knife, you knew what it was about. there was no potential of jamming, nothing about where to keep your fingers unless you were firing, nothing about the chambers or the trigger or the safety. just something sharp and hard, and very straightforward. it was like espionage compared to simple murder, she realized: guns had secrets, and distance, and complications. knives were honest, and close, and simple.

her lip curled in disgust as she realized that, despite her own affinity for bluntness when it came to her words, she wanted nothing to do with the damn thing ... even as she felt the hair rise on the back of her neck.]

[hasmommyissues]

[Upon hearing the door lock Silva's heart started to race. Here it was, the perfect chance to put this woman out of her misery and to end his mental torment forever...the chance to right all the wrongs done to him.

He gives the door a gentle push as she’s standing with her back to it fiddling with the knife. It slowly creaks open to reveal Silva standing in the doorway standing tall and dominating.

He stretchs his neck...letting out a cracking sound to get her attention.]

[savethedarkness]

[she hears the door and doesn't even have to turn to know who it is. he doesn't even have to pop the vertebrae in his neck to get her attention. a part of her knew, knew he'd manage somehow, that it was only a matter of when. the mad ones were always like that. she'd just never had one chasing after her before him, that was the only difference.

as little as she wanted to do with that knife, she realized with cold, sudden clarity that she might have to use it. she just hoped she could keep him at enough distance that she wouldn't have the need.

breathing out slowly, she forced down the panic and the fear, knowing that that was the first thing he'd want to see. there was still a room between them, and all she had to do was go through the door and lock it again behind her ... but even then.]

You really shouldn't invite yourself in like that. Poor manners.

[hasmommyissues]

[He gives a creepy smile.]

My apologies...but it is just so hard to book an appointment with you these days.

[He slowly makes his way towards her, watching her every move and savouring every moment. His emotions bubbling over from smug satisfaction to delight to hate...it's hard to tell where one emotion begins and another ends. They're all just blending into one right now.

Oh but he sees the knife there mother...how very concerning. He doesn't want you getting ideas now does he?

When he's at a close enough distance he darts at her...grabbing her hand and flinging the knife to the floor. A stern look crosses his face.]

No...sorry just no!

[savethedarkness]

[the panic in her eyes at his rush is fleeting, and steel flashes into her gaze and lines her jaw even as he takes hold of her. she finds her strength and her calm in a simple truth:]

You've no call to tell me what I can and cannot do. Nor did you ever.... But even less so, here.

[God save her, she WILL keep her dignity. he'll never have that. he can drag her name through the mud all he likes, but hers is not to yield.]

[hasmommyissues]

[Sorry M...any semblance of rational thought or reason has gone. Silva does not react to your words. Instead he's just staring and looking...happy.

He's so close now he's actually stroking your cheek.]

Look at you...you look so well.

[He gives a relived laugh...before it all changes.

It all comes back...the daily beatings, the pain, the suffering. Everything she was responsible for. Silva lets out a snarl before grabbing her by the throat and throwing her against the wall...his grip not entirely cutting off her air supply but definitely restricting her breathing.]

[savethedarkness]

[she looks more disturbed at his mirth than his wrath, in perfect honesty. when his fingers touch her cheek, she does cringe, but she doesn't afford him the honor of letting it reach her eyes. she just swallows - and it's the last chance she gets to breathe freely before his fingers close around her throat. she just stares at him. this is it, isn't it. hell.

her mind is so full that she doesn't even really get to register exactly what's going through it - so many things. so many people who are going to feel as though they failed ... especially Bond, where the hell is Bond, she should have kept him with her, and Katniss ... and ... and ... Christ, who's going to tell Gary, what's August going to think, who's going to help Allen - she's thinking more of her life here than the fact that even if he does end it, she'd only be out for two weeks. that technicality doesn't even register, for her. she's too used to death being real.

so all she can do is freeze, and stare. damn. she'd hoped she'd be braver than this when it came to it, but the truth is, it's taking all she's got to not show how much this terrifies her. and somehow she realizes, dimly, that she's more determined not to give him that satisfaction than to actually survive this]

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva stares into her eyes, the hatred and the madness in him is clearly evident. This is it...he's going to finally put her out of her misery. The idea that she'll be back in two weeks doesn’t even enter his head. In his eyes he's still back at Skyfall house in Scotland.

And yet why is he hesitating? Every fibre in his being is telling him that this is wrong, like there is a connection between the two of them that he just can't see or hear. It feels like she's important to him for more then just handing him over to the Chinese. God why can’t he remember?

The confusion and sudden wave of emotion proves to be too much for him. He lets out a frustrated scream…releasing M from his grip and holding his head in his hands.]

[savethedarkness]

[she doesn't take the time to wonder how or why he's let her go - the moment she realizes that he has, she gulps down air and dives for the knife. it's a clumsy maneuver, but maybe luck will be on her side and she'll be able to get her hands on it before he gets his wits back.

the fresh air in her lungs is like fire after that first moment, and she coughs, fighting to keep the lack of air for sending her into alarm. it's the coughing fit that's more dangerous than his hands around her throat were, really - and the spike of adrenaline that the panic she manages to keep at bay reroutes itself as clarity and action, the urge to fight and stand her ground. those myriad paths of thought that she couldn't settle on just seconds before line up for her clearly, like soldiers at attention, and she ignores the ranks she doesn't need to deal with instantly. what matters is gaining ground, getting a safe hold.

she gets back to her feet, knife in hand, and just watches. she could try to run, but he's still close enough to rush her. only, this time, if he tries to disarm her, she knows how he'll come at her, and she's prepared.

but really, she thinks, almost irritated as she watches him practically drowning in his own emotions ... what the hell is the matter with him?]

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva removes his head from his hands and stares at her. He's wide eyed and the madness is still very clear with just a hint of sadness at his missing memories.]

Why? What is missing?

[He takes a deep breath and gets his composure back…and starts to advance on her slowly. He doesn't even care about the knife in her hand anymore.]

Tell me...please tell me.

[savethedarkness]

[she realizes that he's talking about his castle price of admission, the thing he's lost, whatever it took from him. that because she's been the curator of Britain's secrets for so long, he expects her to know... or maybe, she realizes, as something clicks into place, it took something he knows about her. or thought he knew. but even that could be anything. she grips the knife tighter, knowing what it could mean if she doesn't give him an answer]

.... I can't tell you what's missing if I don't know what's still there.

[it's the best safe answer she can give. she doesn't dare tell him too much, in case she gives him something he can use against her, but at the same time ... he could kill her. she's no stranger to that delicate tightrope walk, by far, but ... somehow, here, it feels a little more different, a little more urgent]