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[12 April] [James Bond] Only Natural
Title: Only Natural
Day/Theme: April 12th - The apple does fall far from the tree
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond
Rating: PG-13
James Bond stood, his Walther clutched in his hand, a beautiful woman bleeding out her last as she lay sprawled before him. Here he was. So horrifying and so familiar.
Alone again, naturally.
Luckily he had no time to ponder this, the latest conquest to satisfy his bloodlust. He never did. There was always a disaster to avert, always more lives to save. The less time to think, the better.
Those who had watched her humanitarian ways and declared her to be "a chip off the old block" couldn't have been more wrong. Bond was able to wrest a sort of grim satisfaction from this as he felt her still-warm skin beneath his fingertips one more time. One last time, rather.
It would have been easy, and perhaps just, to declare her a victim of circumstances. She hadn't asked to be kidnapped, to be brainwashed by a maniac, to be gunned down by the man assigned to protect her. But to appease his own conscience, Bond convinced himself that Elektra King had been a cold woman from the start - a bad seed, nothing at all like her father. It happened every once in a while. Many psychopaths were the products of broken homes, but some were not. Didn't famous necrophiliacs fondle dead animals when they were young? Didn't infant sociopaths tear insects apart just to watch them die?
Sometimes the apple just falls far from the tree, that's all.
And that was what he had to believe, to distingiush himself from her.
Day/Theme: April 12th - The apple does fall far from the tree
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond
Rating: PG-13
James Bond stood, his Walther clutched in his hand, a beautiful woman bleeding out her last as she lay sprawled before him. Here he was. So horrifying and so familiar.
Alone again, naturally.
Luckily he had no time to ponder this, the latest conquest to satisfy his bloodlust. He never did. There was always a disaster to avert, always more lives to save. The less time to think, the better.
Those who had watched her humanitarian ways and declared her to be "a chip off the old block" couldn't have been more wrong. Bond was able to wrest a sort of grim satisfaction from this as he felt her still-warm skin beneath his fingertips one more time. One last time, rather.
It would have been easy, and perhaps just, to declare her a victim of circumstances. She hadn't asked to be kidnapped, to be brainwashed by a maniac, to be gunned down by the man assigned to protect her. But to appease his own conscience, Bond convinced himself that Elektra King had been a cold woman from the start - a bad seed, nothing at all like her father. It happened every once in a while. Many psychopaths were the products of broken homes, but some were not. Didn't famous necrophiliacs fondle dead animals when they were young? Didn't infant sociopaths tear insects apart just to watch them die?
Sometimes the apple just falls far from the tree, that's all.
And that was what he had to believe, to distingiush himself from her.