Dance With The Devil - Final Chapter
Chapter Four - Bullet With Butterly Wings
Despite high-level security standards there had been another attack on M. She was protected by MI6 night and day now but Silva still had gotten through.
The only reason she was still alive where the quick reflexes of Mallory and James Bond. It had been a murderous gunfight down at the ministry.
By now James had gotten upset with himself and the fact that Silva got away, again. Wich he only blamed himself for to begin with. He should've used his chances before this incident. He really had tried this time, had aimed his gun at Silva but missed. How had it all gotten so far. This situation wouldn't do. This was when he made a decision. M was'nt save here. He had to get her out of London, someplace Silva would not expect them to go. At least not for a while. This should give them some time to be ready for when he followed them. Wich he doubtlessly would. To James suprise, M had quickly agreed after he had introduced her to his plan.
They got into the old Aston Martin early one morning. This would be a long days trip up into the scottish highlands. Back to the place James had hoped to leave behind forever. The eery scourge of his childhood that always kept nagging at his mind. Maybe it was time to face this dark place inside of him. Maybe it would help him to redeem that other source of darkness that had snaked inside of him during the past months.
The sky was overcast this day and the weather just got worse as they headed north. The clouds hung deep into the shottish highs by the time they left the frequented roads and made their way through loneley, shrouded valleys.
Both of them minded their own buisness, watched the landscape fly by, each wrapped up in their own train of thoughts when M spoke up. „Do you remember when back at MI6 you asked me if there was something else i wanted to tell you.“ James just gave her a look, signaled her to go on. „He was my favourite. He was a brilliant agent. Maybe our best. I expect you to understand that I did what I had to. He had already let MI6 down by the time he was still with us. Him minding his own buisness while officialy working for us could have ruined everything. Up until today I still dont know if the agents who were down at Hong Kong office with him knew of his doings. They all were vey loyal to him, praised the ground he was walking on. Im sure on a personal level some of them never forgave me that I handed him over to the chinese. Maybe not even those of them I got in return. Raoul Silva alway had a very winsome character.“ James said nothing in return. They both looked out of the window again, eyeing the depressing scenery.
„You know after that evening you came into my office, asking questions about Tiago Rodriguez, I did browse through the other reports of your last mission in China. Its there anything you want to tell me about the state you were in when they picked you up from at that island?“ „I don't think so ma'am“ He couldn't talk about it. Not after what happened that night at the club, which M know nothing of. Not after the intimidate get-long at the banquet after M had left the scenery. Which she of course had heard of. He couldn't speak about these things. Couldn't acknowledge their existense aloud. It was too much.
But he gave her a knowing look. Had to make clear that he knew what she was getting at. He owed her that much and he needed to make clear that he would always be at her side. No matter what.
They arrived at Skyfall at late afternoon. The place looked exactly like James remembered it. He had always hated it. Even before his parents had died. M and James got out of the car. „Christ!“ „Hmhm.“ „No wonder you never came back.“
To James suprise they met the old groundkeeper Mr. Kincaid. James hadn't really expect him to still be around. Kincaid told them that all his guns and other weapons had been sold. All but one old hunting rifle and a hunting knife plus the goundkeepers own weapon. Now that would make things a little more complecated then he had hoped. For two days they prepared for the inivitable arrival of Ms nemisis, built possitively deadly tools out of everything they could find and set up traps. James even dug out some old sticks of dynamite that Kincaid had mentioned. They made a fortress out of Skyfall as best as the could.
It was the end of the second day, M and James just spend their time together, talking about the past, waiting for the things to come, when the dogs started to bark. They could see men getting out of cars and approaching the propertry.
The men surrounded the front side house and set up a timer to blast the front door open. James had gotten into the Aston Martin that parked oppisite of the door. He had a nice little suprise for these guys. He quickly looked around. Silva wasn't among them from what James could tell. He opened the fire at them, using the Martins built-in machineguns. It took down two or three. Most of the men made it into the house where Kincaids bullets and Ms handmade gadgets would greet them.
When noone was left ouside the building James also made his way back inside and took down more men. Shots sounded from the adjoining rooms. Eventually the gunfire around the house gave away into silence. James met M and Kincain in the mainhall. They had taken all the attackers out. He searched the faces of the closeby dead bodies again. Non of them was Silva. He was not sure how he felt about it. He was positively angry. About whatever. He would bring the man down tonight. He would protect M the best he could. Still he was relieved not to have to look at Silvas dead body, just yet. At least they had a larger supply of weapons to choose from now. James picked up one of the a machine guns.
Suddenly the sound of rotor blades and music filled the empty valley.
Boom boom boom boom
Gonna shoot you right down
Take you in my arms
I'm in love with you
Love that is true
James and M exchanged a quick glance before he charged to one of the barred windows, looking at what was going on outside. His insides curled in repulsion.
When you walk that walk
And you talk that talk
You knock me out
Right off of my feet
James tested his sarcasm. „Always gotta make an entrance.“ He sent M and Kincain away, into the kitchen and opened the fire at the helicopter. Silva would be in there and he didn't want to give the man a chance to get out of his vehicle in peace. He didn't feel like facing him and most likely the man had yet another speech prepared that James wasn't willen to hear.
The helicopter turned his direction and fired back. The houses windows and intertiors instantly were a bust. Bullets and splinters of wood filled the air. Whenever James tried to shoot back everything around him flew into pieces.
He barley had enough time to follow the other two into the kitchen before that room was assaulted again. The helicopter was circling the house now, aiming at every window. He ordered Kincain to take M through the secret door and get her out of here.
Eventually Silva landed in front of the house. The way he looked when he got out of it, a menacing force, hair and long coat tangling around him involuntarily reminded James on a side note he had found in the mans files. Angel of Death. That was the nickname folks had given him back in his MI6 days.
James could see that the people outside made their way to the wide-opened front door, so he went there as well, all the while keeping an eye on them through the shattered windows. Everything was pitch black outside by now. He sun had gone down. He couldn't really make out any details of what was going on. When he steped into view he was hauled back by the blast of a hand grenade. The impact send him flying across the room and his back hurt where it hit the floor.
He got up, looked outside and spotted Silva who was tossing another bomb right at him that moment. Damn the man. Damn it all. The old wooden floor was set aflame by it.
Ourside the helicopter got into motion again, while Silva shouted commands to stay back and not to touch M, at his men over the noise. James opened another crossfire while the flames and the helicopters flood light lit the rooms. James chances to move around unnoticed decreased any minute.
Silva stopped his assault for a moment, back pressed against the outer wall of the building, grenade in hand. „M? Are you in there?“ Only James was on the inside. M wasn't here. She and Kincain had left through the priest hole that let into a tunnel and away from Skyfalls main building. If they were lucky they were well on the way to the far off chapel. James silently made his way over to the same window Silva was standing at and crouched down on the exact oppsite side of the wall. The momentary silence made the other man go on.
„They kept me for five months, in a room with no air. They turtured me.“ James swallowed. Silva was clearly talking about what happened after he was left for the chinese „And I protected you secrets. I protected you. But they made me suffer, and suffer. And suffer.“ The memory of pain strained his voice. „And then I realized it was you who betrayed me. You betrayed me. And I only had one thing left. My cyanite capsule, in my molar. So I broke the tooth and bit into the capsule. It burned all my insides but I didn't die. Life clung to me like a disease and then I understood why I had survived. I needed to look into you eyes one last time.“ A pause. „Are you in there?“ danger and rage edged their way back into Silvas voice. James crawled to the other side of the window so he could get a better aim at the man outside. When he got up, high enough to look outside his and Silvas eyes met for a moment. Something unspoken hung between them.
James took his aim and shot. Silva duck away quick and triggered his grenade while the bullets flew past his head. The genade hit the floor very close to James and he barely had enough time to scramble away, seeking shelter behind a massive stonepillar to his right. Bloody hell!
Fire was spreading everywhere around him now. He had to do something about it. And do it quickly. He found something to make a makeshift bomb with. Well this would make a blast. The house was damaged beyond hope anyway. Not that he cared. He got out of the room fast, using the same secret way the other two had before him.
He had gotten away a bit when there was a wave of heat and fire behind him. Oh crap, that couldn't have been his own handiwork only. Smelled like kerosine. He grinned bitterly as he threw himself into a save spot. So long Skyfall. Hopefuly the old lady took many down with her. James swallowed down the lump that was forming in this troath.
When he got out of the tunnel he could see that there was really nothing left of the place he grew up at. He looked the other way and could see Silva and two of his men heading into the chapels direction. James got into motion and ran after them as if his own life depended on it. The first man got down by a kick in his face what was ought to break necks. James could hear the crack and moved on, taking the shortest way over a frozen loch after a moment of hesitation. It didn't seem very solid. He was well out on the ice when bullet impacts next to his feet made him stagger to a halt.
He looked to his right. It was Silva, standing at the lakeshore.
„You see what comes off all this running around Mrs. Bond? All this jumping and fighting, its exhausting. Relax. You need to relax.“ The last of Silvas men came up behind James. James and Silva eyed each other and the very closeby chapel. They each calculated their possibilites. „James, I will go, mother is calling. I will give her a goodbye kiss for you. I'd give you one too but i fear i can't trust you not to interfere my plans if i come over to you now.“ Silva nodded at his henchman and both men took their aim and James. James was unarmed. He slaped the henchmans machine gun out of his hands and shot a circle around the two of them. They broke into the ice cold water as bullets flew arround their heads.
All air was knocked out of James lung as the water engulfed him but he had to endure if he wished to get out of this alive. The other man was clawing at him. Draged him deeper down into the cold grave that awaited him here. James got hold of the other mens neck and chocked him till his limbs went limp.
When James made it back to the surface he was alone. Silva was long gone.
He heard a shot from inside the chapel as he dragged himself out of the cold. When he got close he saw M and Silva. Both were still alive but James couldn't believe the scenery that was unfolded before his eyes. He didn't had time to waste a thought on it tho. M could get shot every second now. He took the hunting knife that was straped on his belt and threw it. It struck Silva right underneath the shoulder blades where it would be lethal. Silva turned around. His eyes accused the intruder for the sudden intervention but then they found James and flickered in a range of many other emotions before he droped to the ground, all life draining out of him. James stoped and stared at the man to his feet. And odd mixture of feelings spread inside of him. It was relieve for the biggest parts. The lump in his throad was back however.
James only looked up again, when M made a pained noise and fell off the bench she had been sitting on. Only yet James noticed the great amount of blood that was spreading on her side. When had that happened. Her clothes were completely soaked in it. He cradled her in his arms and looked up to Kincain in his desperate need for help, for an answer. The old man just shook his head sadly. James signaled him to get away. Get any help, find something to make it better. Kincain gave him a sad look but did as he was bid anyway. James had the feeling it was just to give M and him some time alone. James felt sick.
Ms voice was weak. „I guess it is too late to just run away.“ Even in this sitation her remarks couldn't fail to make him smile. Even if just a little. „Well im down for everything.“ He could see that talking and moving hurt her. She looked James deep into the eye. For once they were full of warmth. „At least I did one thing right.“
When James closed her eyes it was forever. He couldn't help the tears that blurred the edge of his vision. He kissed her brow and carefully set her body down onto the ground. He remained there, silently watching over her, had nowhere else to go.
There was movement behind him and everything skiped a beat. James brain and heart tried to adjust to the fact that the Silva was getting up, slowly and shakily. The man made low, pained moaning noise as he reached behind him and pulled the dagger out of his back. It almost looked like he would loose consciousness again. Slowly Silva eyed his surroundings. He seemed disoriented and lost. Then he saw M and his face turned into a mask of despair. He scambled to his feet. While Silva limped closer, eyes on M only and seemingly unaware of the rest of the world James Bond still tried to adjust to the situation.
M was dead. He didn't know what had happened but he felt like failed her. It was over. There was a deep grieve welling inside of him. This was the woman he owed everything to and he hadn't protect her. But Silva was alive and somehow James didn't had the fight in him to care. He could'nt think on revenge, couldnt neither think of taking the criminal down as part of his duty. There had never been a killing order for another reason then to protect M life. So what good would it do. M would still be dead, that threat was over and James wouldn't feel better one bit.
Silva slumped down on his knees next to James. Tears streamed down his face. He bent deep over M. His hands cluched into her coat while mouth formed words of pain, James could not understand.
James looked at him. Looked at all the anger and all the pain. What a twisted being Raoul Silva was. He had seeked Ms death for so long and was now full of despair because of it. James had been taken by suprise when he saw that Silva had actually tried to kill himself. But the next moment it had made sense. In a way. He hadnt' been able to hear Silvas words but he had seen enough while he approached the chapel. Had seen how Silva almost killed M and himself with the same bullet.
Here was the difference between them. While James did not mind dying, Raoul longed for it. They were two sides of the same coin. A thought struck him. Now that M was gone, there was no need for Raoul Silva to exist anymore. Not if it came down to what Silva was thinking. She had been his only purpose for years now. Silva had never planed to outlive M. There was no doubt in it but this wasn't what he, James, was promised. For once it should be on James to get what he wanted and bugger everyone else.
He had been wrong when he thought coming back to Skyfall would redeem him from his inner monster. Instead he saw things in another light now. Saw what let them up to this moment and to the decision he would next make.
He grabbed the back of Raouls head with one hand and laced his fingers into the mans hair. He pulled Silva toward himself, rested their foreheads together, noses aligned. This way they hoovered over M. Silva had his eyes squeezed shut. James closed his eyes as well and focused on the feeling of the other man before him. His voice was thick. He did his best not to choke on his next word. „Remember how you told me you have more then one goal to archive. What happened to that? Please don't let her be your only reason. Go. Its not you prerogative to stay here with her. Go before I remember what I am suppost to do. Should we ever see you again, I hope it is Tiago i meet. Maybe it had always been Raoul Silvas fate to die today. But life didn't let you go, again, did it? Plans can be put aside when the situation calls for it.“
There was a dry, humorless chuckle coming from Silva upon being confronted with his own words in the irony of this sitation.
Silence stretched out between them. The only noise came from the crackling fire as Skyfall burned down many yards away of them.
Finaly the blond-dyed man let out a slow breath as he got onto his feet again.
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You may read this ending however you like. In my head Silva gets away and he and James will eventually meet again. But that's a story for another time.
I hope you liked the story. Leave reviews :)
I hope the grammar wasn't too bad. Im not english native. Searching for mistakes took me all day. I hope there aren't too many left. Have a happy holiday season everyone. Christmas is tomorow!
Btw the song for this chapter is Smashing Pumpkins 'Bullet With Butterfly Wings'. Go check out the lyrics if you like. It always reminds me in Silva so very much.
Despite high-level security standards there had been another attack on M. She was protected by MI6 night and day now but Silva still had gotten through.
The only reason she was still alive where the quick reflexes of Mallory and James Bond. It had been a murderous gunfight down at the ministry.
By now James had gotten upset with himself and the fact that Silva got away, again. Wich he only blamed himself for to begin with. He should've used his chances before this incident. He really had tried this time, had aimed his gun at Silva but missed. How had it all gotten so far. This situation wouldn't do. This was when he made a decision. M was'nt save here. He had to get her out of London, someplace Silva would not expect them to go. At least not for a while. This should give them some time to be ready for when he followed them. Wich he doubtlessly would. To James suprise, M had quickly agreed after he had introduced her to his plan.
They got into the old Aston Martin early one morning. This would be a long days trip up into the scottish highlands. Back to the place James had hoped to leave behind forever. The eery scourge of his childhood that always kept nagging at his mind. Maybe it was time to face this dark place inside of him. Maybe it would help him to redeem that other source of darkness that had snaked inside of him during the past months.
The sky was overcast this day and the weather just got worse as they headed north. The clouds hung deep into the shottish highs by the time they left the frequented roads and made their way through loneley, shrouded valleys.
Both of them minded their own buisness, watched the landscape fly by, each wrapped up in their own train of thoughts when M spoke up. „Do you remember when back at MI6 you asked me if there was something else i wanted to tell you.“ James just gave her a look, signaled her to go on. „He was my favourite. He was a brilliant agent. Maybe our best. I expect you to understand that I did what I had to. He had already let MI6 down by the time he was still with us. Him minding his own buisness while officialy working for us could have ruined everything. Up until today I still dont know if the agents who were down at Hong Kong office with him knew of his doings. They all were vey loyal to him, praised the ground he was walking on. Im sure on a personal level some of them never forgave me that I handed him over to the chinese. Maybe not even those of them I got in return. Raoul Silva alway had a very winsome character.“ James said nothing in return. They both looked out of the window again, eyeing the depressing scenery.
„You know after that evening you came into my office, asking questions about Tiago Rodriguez, I did browse through the other reports of your last mission in China. Its there anything you want to tell me about the state you were in when they picked you up from at that island?“ „I don't think so ma'am“ He couldn't talk about it. Not after what happened that night at the club, which M know nothing of. Not after the intimidate get-long at the banquet after M had left the scenery. Which she of course had heard of. He couldn't speak about these things. Couldn't acknowledge their existense aloud. It was too much.
But he gave her a knowing look. Had to make clear that he knew what she was getting at. He owed her that much and he needed to make clear that he would always be at her side. No matter what.
They arrived at Skyfall at late afternoon. The place looked exactly like James remembered it. He had always hated it. Even before his parents had died. M and James got out of the car. „Christ!“ „Hmhm.“ „No wonder you never came back.“
To James suprise they met the old groundkeeper Mr. Kincaid. James hadn't really expect him to still be around. Kincaid told them that all his guns and other weapons had been sold. All but one old hunting rifle and a hunting knife plus the goundkeepers own weapon. Now that would make things a little more complecated then he had hoped. For two days they prepared for the inivitable arrival of Ms nemisis, built possitively deadly tools out of everything they could find and set up traps. James even dug out some old sticks of dynamite that Kincaid had mentioned. They made a fortress out of Skyfall as best as the could.
It was the end of the second day, M and James just spend their time together, talking about the past, waiting for the things to come, when the dogs started to bark. They could see men getting out of cars and approaching the propertry.
The men surrounded the front side house and set up a timer to blast the front door open. James had gotten into the Aston Martin that parked oppisite of the door. He had a nice little suprise for these guys. He quickly looked around. Silva wasn't among them from what James could tell. He opened the fire at them, using the Martins built-in machineguns. It took down two or three. Most of the men made it into the house where Kincaids bullets and Ms handmade gadgets would greet them.
When noone was left ouside the building James also made his way back inside and took down more men. Shots sounded from the adjoining rooms. Eventually the gunfire around the house gave away into silence. James met M and Kincain in the mainhall. They had taken all the attackers out. He searched the faces of the closeby dead bodies again. Non of them was Silva. He was not sure how he felt about it. He was positively angry. About whatever. He would bring the man down tonight. He would protect M the best he could. Still he was relieved not to have to look at Silvas dead body, just yet. At least they had a larger supply of weapons to choose from now. James picked up one of the a machine guns.
Suddenly the sound of rotor blades and music filled the empty valley.
Boom boom boom boom
Gonna shoot you right down
Take you in my arms
I'm in love with you
Love that is true
James and M exchanged a quick glance before he charged to one of the barred windows, looking at what was going on outside. His insides curled in repulsion.
When you walk that walk
And you talk that talk
You knock me out
Right off of my feet
James tested his sarcasm. „Always gotta make an entrance.“ He sent M and Kincain away, into the kitchen and opened the fire at the helicopter. Silva would be in there and he didn't want to give the man a chance to get out of his vehicle in peace. He didn't feel like facing him and most likely the man had yet another speech prepared that James wasn't willen to hear.
The helicopter turned his direction and fired back. The houses windows and intertiors instantly were a bust. Bullets and splinters of wood filled the air. Whenever James tried to shoot back everything around him flew into pieces.
He barley had enough time to follow the other two into the kitchen before that room was assaulted again. The helicopter was circling the house now, aiming at every window. He ordered Kincain to take M through the secret door and get her out of here.
Eventually Silva landed in front of the house. The way he looked when he got out of it, a menacing force, hair and long coat tangling around him involuntarily reminded James on a side note he had found in the mans files. Angel of Death. That was the nickname folks had given him back in his MI6 days.
James could see that the people outside made their way to the wide-opened front door, so he went there as well, all the while keeping an eye on them through the shattered windows. Everything was pitch black outside by now. He sun had gone down. He couldn't really make out any details of what was going on. When he steped into view he was hauled back by the blast of a hand grenade. The impact send him flying across the room and his back hurt where it hit the floor.
He got up, looked outside and spotted Silva who was tossing another bomb right at him that moment. Damn the man. Damn it all. The old wooden floor was set aflame by it.
Ourside the helicopter got into motion again, while Silva shouted commands to stay back and not to touch M, at his men over the noise. James opened another crossfire while the flames and the helicopters flood light lit the rooms. James chances to move around unnoticed decreased any minute.
Silva stopped his assault for a moment, back pressed against the outer wall of the building, grenade in hand. „M? Are you in there?“ Only James was on the inside. M wasn't here. She and Kincain had left through the priest hole that let into a tunnel and away from Skyfalls main building. If they were lucky they were well on the way to the far off chapel. James silently made his way over to the same window Silva was standing at and crouched down on the exact oppsite side of the wall. The momentary silence made the other man go on.
„They kept me for five months, in a room with no air. They turtured me.“ James swallowed. Silva was clearly talking about what happened after he was left for the chinese „And I protected you secrets. I protected you. But they made me suffer, and suffer. And suffer.“ The memory of pain strained his voice. „And then I realized it was you who betrayed me. You betrayed me. And I only had one thing left. My cyanite capsule, in my molar. So I broke the tooth and bit into the capsule. It burned all my insides but I didn't die. Life clung to me like a disease and then I understood why I had survived. I needed to look into you eyes one last time.“ A pause. „Are you in there?“ danger and rage edged their way back into Silvas voice. James crawled to the other side of the window so he could get a better aim at the man outside. When he got up, high enough to look outside his and Silvas eyes met for a moment. Something unspoken hung between them.
James took his aim and shot. Silva duck away quick and triggered his grenade while the bullets flew past his head. The genade hit the floor very close to James and he barely had enough time to scramble away, seeking shelter behind a massive stonepillar to his right. Bloody hell!
Fire was spreading everywhere around him now. He had to do something about it. And do it quickly. He found something to make a makeshift bomb with. Well this would make a blast. The house was damaged beyond hope anyway. Not that he cared. He got out of the room fast, using the same secret way the other two had before him.
He had gotten away a bit when there was a wave of heat and fire behind him. Oh crap, that couldn't have been his own handiwork only. Smelled like kerosine. He grinned bitterly as he threw himself into a save spot. So long Skyfall. Hopefuly the old lady took many down with her. James swallowed down the lump that was forming in this troath.
When he got out of the tunnel he could see that there was really nothing left of the place he grew up at. He looked the other way and could see Silva and two of his men heading into the chapels direction. James got into motion and ran after them as if his own life depended on it. The first man got down by a kick in his face what was ought to break necks. James could hear the crack and moved on, taking the shortest way over a frozen loch after a moment of hesitation. It didn't seem very solid. He was well out on the ice when bullet impacts next to his feet made him stagger to a halt.
He looked to his right. It was Silva, standing at the lakeshore.
„You see what comes off all this running around Mrs. Bond? All this jumping and fighting, its exhausting. Relax. You need to relax.“ The last of Silvas men came up behind James. James and Silva eyed each other and the very closeby chapel. They each calculated their possibilites. „James, I will go, mother is calling. I will give her a goodbye kiss for you. I'd give you one too but i fear i can't trust you not to interfere my plans if i come over to you now.“ Silva nodded at his henchman and both men took their aim and James. James was unarmed. He slaped the henchmans machine gun out of his hands and shot a circle around the two of them. They broke into the ice cold water as bullets flew arround their heads.
All air was knocked out of James lung as the water engulfed him but he had to endure if he wished to get out of this alive. The other man was clawing at him. Draged him deeper down into the cold grave that awaited him here. James got hold of the other mens neck and chocked him till his limbs went limp.
When James made it back to the surface he was alone. Silva was long gone.
He heard a shot from inside the chapel as he dragged himself out of the cold. When he got close he saw M and Silva. Both were still alive but James couldn't believe the scenery that was unfolded before his eyes. He didn't had time to waste a thought on it tho. M could get shot every second now. He took the hunting knife that was straped on his belt and threw it. It struck Silva right underneath the shoulder blades where it would be lethal. Silva turned around. His eyes accused the intruder for the sudden intervention but then they found James and flickered in a range of many other emotions before he droped to the ground, all life draining out of him. James stoped and stared at the man to his feet. And odd mixture of feelings spread inside of him. It was relieve for the biggest parts. The lump in his throad was back however.
James only looked up again, when M made a pained noise and fell off the bench she had been sitting on. Only yet James noticed the great amount of blood that was spreading on her side. When had that happened. Her clothes were completely soaked in it. He cradled her in his arms and looked up to Kincain in his desperate need for help, for an answer. The old man just shook his head sadly. James signaled him to get away. Get any help, find something to make it better. Kincain gave him a sad look but did as he was bid anyway. James had the feeling it was just to give M and him some time alone. James felt sick.
Ms voice was weak. „I guess it is too late to just run away.“ Even in this sitation her remarks couldn't fail to make him smile. Even if just a little. „Well im down for everything.“ He could see that talking and moving hurt her. She looked James deep into the eye. For once they were full of warmth. „At least I did one thing right.“
When James closed her eyes it was forever. He couldn't help the tears that blurred the edge of his vision. He kissed her brow and carefully set her body down onto the ground. He remained there, silently watching over her, had nowhere else to go.
There was movement behind him and everything skiped a beat. James brain and heart tried to adjust to the fact that the Silva was getting up, slowly and shakily. The man made low, pained moaning noise as he reached behind him and pulled the dagger out of his back. It almost looked like he would loose consciousness again. Slowly Silva eyed his surroundings. He seemed disoriented and lost. Then he saw M and his face turned into a mask of despair. He scambled to his feet. While Silva limped closer, eyes on M only and seemingly unaware of the rest of the world James Bond still tried to adjust to the situation.
M was dead. He didn't know what had happened but he felt like failed her. It was over. There was a deep grieve welling inside of him. This was the woman he owed everything to and he hadn't protect her. But Silva was alive and somehow James didn't had the fight in him to care. He could'nt think on revenge, couldnt neither think of taking the criminal down as part of his duty. There had never been a killing order for another reason then to protect M life. So what good would it do. M would still be dead, that threat was over and James wouldn't feel better one bit.
Silva slumped down on his knees next to James. Tears streamed down his face. He bent deep over M. His hands cluched into her coat while mouth formed words of pain, James could not understand.
James looked at him. Looked at all the anger and all the pain. What a twisted being Raoul Silva was. He had seeked Ms death for so long and was now full of despair because of it. James had been taken by suprise when he saw that Silva had actually tried to kill himself. But the next moment it had made sense. In a way. He hadnt' been able to hear Silvas words but he had seen enough while he approached the chapel. Had seen how Silva almost killed M and himself with the same bullet.
Here was the difference between them. While James did not mind dying, Raoul longed for it. They were two sides of the same coin. A thought struck him. Now that M was gone, there was no need for Raoul Silva to exist anymore. Not if it came down to what Silva was thinking. She had been his only purpose for years now. Silva had never planed to outlive M. There was no doubt in it but this wasn't what he, James, was promised. For once it should be on James to get what he wanted and bugger everyone else.
He had been wrong when he thought coming back to Skyfall would redeem him from his inner monster. Instead he saw things in another light now. Saw what let them up to this moment and to the decision he would next make.
He grabbed the back of Raouls head with one hand and laced his fingers into the mans hair. He pulled Silva toward himself, rested their foreheads together, noses aligned. This way they hoovered over M. Silva had his eyes squeezed shut. James closed his eyes as well and focused on the feeling of the other man before him. His voice was thick. He did his best not to choke on his next word. „Remember how you told me you have more then one goal to archive. What happened to that? Please don't let her be your only reason. Go. Its not you prerogative to stay here with her. Go before I remember what I am suppost to do. Should we ever see you again, I hope it is Tiago i meet. Maybe it had always been Raoul Silvas fate to die today. But life didn't let you go, again, did it? Plans can be put aside when the situation calls for it.“
There was a dry, humorless chuckle coming from Silva upon being confronted with his own words in the irony of this sitation.
Silence stretched out between them. The only noise came from the crackling fire as Skyfall burned down many yards away of them.
Finaly the blond-dyed man let out a slow breath as he got onto his feet again.
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You may read this ending however you like. In my head Silva gets away and he and James will eventually meet again. But that's a story for another time.
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I hope the grammar wasn't too bad. Im not english native. Searching for mistakes took me all day. I hope there aren't too many left. Have a happy holiday season everyone. Christmas is tomorow!
Btw the song for this chapter is Smashing Pumpkins 'Bullet With Butterfly Wings'. Go check out the lyrics if you like. It always reminds me in Silva so very much.