An M for an M (Post Skyfall RP)
Graphics by imnotvoldemort, aka Mallory here
An M For An M: a post-Skyfall RP plot
Does this darkness have a name?
This cruelty this hatred.
Did it steal into our lives
Or did we seek it out and embrace it?
That we now send our children into the world
Like we send young men to war
Hoping for their safe return
But knowing some will be lost along the way.
When did we lose our way?
Swallowed whole by the darkness.
Does this darkness have a name?
Gareth Mallory {Ralph Fiennes}
James Bond {Daniel Craig}
Raoul Silva {Javier Bardem}
Elizabeth Walters {Charlize Theron}
Aubrey Dysraeli {Dominic Cooper}
Felix Cortez {Michael Trevino}
Brooklyn Morgan {Ellen Page}
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Sequel to God Save the King
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Silva~
He takes Mallory far away, into an abandoned house somewhere on the moors.
Oh, the irony is delicious. His own Skyfall with his own bait to lure Mommy out of hiding. Perhaps M would bring Bond with her. Perhaps she’d come alone, as instructed. Either way, if she came with an entire army of agents from MI6 Mallory would be dead within seconds. Along with most of the troops he’d gathered – Silva had set enough dynamite in place to blow the whole heath alight.
He’s surrounded by a rather interesting assortment of people to assist in his scheme. His assassin, Miss Walters slouches by the crumbling wall of the dining room, looking out of the window to the darkening skyline outside. Felix, the soldier of the group, is busy sharpening knives. Other men mill about in room, setting up positions.
Mallory lies upstairs in the large double bedroom, kept under sedation by the blonde man’s medic. Dysraeli keeps him under, but occasionally the current M stirs, fighting against the drugs in his system. He has nightmares no doubt. Of fire and rage, and the destruction of a woman that has been the inspiration and guiding light for MI6 for half a century. Aubrey soothes and cleans up his wounds, tends the recent gunshot to his leg. At least makes it look as though there’s a man fit for a trade.
Silva stands in the middle of the ornate dining room and checks his watch. It’s 6pm. Mommy should be here soon. He takes a deep breath. Steels himself. He can’t afford to get it wrong this time. He wants what’s his.
Wants what he never got the chance to take before.