Sins of Revenge: Chronicles
Disclaimer: The character of James Bond is created and own by someone else as are certain characters as well; this is just for fan fiction purposes only
AN: This story will feature certain characters and it is not a direct sequel or prequel to Sins of Revenge, reviews are always welcome
Chapter: 1
How it all begins
Portugal December 25 1969
Having just been married James Bond and his new wife Tracy Bond are in a Aston Martin that he is driving until Tracy suggests he remove the flowers from the car so stopping he gets out of the vehicle to take them off, he heard another car in the background coming, but paid no mind until gunshots were fired from the vehicle as Bond ducked for cover, but for a brief moment he spotted Blofeld and Brunt driving away.
What about his wife Tracy? He went to check on her as he opened the door and sat inside right beside her. What remains of gun fire had hit the window, he check her pulse. She is dead and her body has several gun shots. No, no, no it can't end like this, not like a special day like this. He heard another vehicle and someone asked if everything is ok, he turned to look at the man who happens to be a police officer. All choked up,
"it's all right; it's quite all right really. She's having a rest; we'll be going on soon. There's no hurry you see, we have all the time in the world..." Bond said
Bond starts to cry, and cradle Tracy's body.
Now one thought come to mind…..Revenge!
"Damn you, Blofeld," muttered Bond
Now he knows he has a morbid task of doing what he needed to be done. His one chance at happiness, of peace and freedom…..Gone! Never again as his fist shake in almost full blown rage, he kept on sobbing in knowing he will never see her again.
January 5th 1970
Outside of London, England Churchyard
0:8:00:0 hours night time
The funeral had ended as James Bond just stands there in utter silence and staring at the grave stone of his departed wife Tracy Bond. Words are upon the grave that read Teresa Bond 1949-1969 Beloved Wife of James Bond….We have all the time in the world. His fists clutched in intense anger in ignoring his surrounding as he stares some more in fond memories he had, but short ones.
Night had just fallen, but he didn't care as he is breathing heavy. During the funeral he had nothing to say, nothing! What is there to say? He didn't have the heart to speak to anyone even Tracy's father and her father understood that he wanted to be left alone. Alone….James Bond felt empty and alone now. The churchyard only had the dead here and the only thing was heard was cricket's chirping.
He didn't care, as the only thing he gave a damn about and cared about was her. Gone forever and taken away in a blink of an eye….by that Madman, that Monster. Blofeld, the head of SPECTRE and of course that side kick of his Irma Brunt. He kneeled down as he placed his hand upon the stone slab of her grave and bowing his head. He is wearing a funeral suit all dressed in black.
An echo of a Dong is heard in the background to indicate that Big Ben clock has gone off, tears came down his eyes in honoring her. Then he rises once again to stare at the grave, taking out his gun from his holster. He stares at it as if it was dynamite, why does it hurt so bad thought Bond he could end it all here and now with one shot. No it would of changed nothing thought Bond as he put his weapon away.
He continued to stand there in utter silence as the echo of thunder crashed in the night and rain started to pour down upon him. James Bond ignored the sensation as he continued to stand there and then roared out loud looking up upon the sky as rain drops came down upon him. Now one thing came to mind Revenge looking at the ground he sees a shovel and looking back at the grave of his departed wife.
What if his enemies found out about this? Like use it as black mail tool to get them to do their dirty work. No, that won't happen thought Bond I won't let them. Walking over to the shovel while it is raining, he grasps it with his hand by the handle and then he takes off his drenched jacket. Then he starts the task of digging up his departed wife using the shovel to dig down.
He spends the whole course of the hour doing just that, digging and paying no mind to his surroundings. Until the shovel hits the coffin and James wipes away the dirt as he opened the coffin to find his wife lying peaceful there as James remembered her. Tossing the shovel aside, he picked up his ex-wife's body by the shoulder and calmly walked to the church that is roughly empty at the moment. His thoughts lingered on Revenge, and he didn't cared how he was going to do it. he'll just do it.
Coming upon the doors of the church, he kicked the door down with his foot as the door swings open. Bond walks in carrying Tracy by his shoulder until finally placing her body on the slab and he started to look for something, until he found it as he lights up a torch. The hot flames are burning and so he goes over to her body as he places the flame upon her body. As the fire started to grow like his fire started to grow in getting revenge.
He ignored smell and stared in silence. She would have wanted this, this way. The hours go by as Bond watched and watched until the body is completely burned, even the bones were melted as well. Wordlessly he found an urn and placed her ashes into the urn. He takes the urn and walks away, but not before closing the coffin and putting all the dirt back into his position.
Streets of London
January 6th 1970
0:1:30:0 hours early morning time
James Bond had left her remains in the urn in a safe place that only he knows of. He aimlessly walked the streets of London, alone and in silence to his thoughts. Holding in his hand is a bottle of wine he acquired from a pub, he didn't bother drinking it. Stopping for a moment he just threw the bottle of wine at the wall as it shattered into pieces and the liquid is a puddle on the ground It's not even worth a god damn drink thought Bond. Putting his hand in his pockets he just walked aimlessly.
Waking past several historical sites and notable features without even bothering to look. It just hurts too damn bad and knows something has to be done, right now. That mad man is still out there and there will be hell to pay. Now he knows where to go as he was in no hurry to get there, it finally stopped raining as his hair was still wet and he hasn't bothered to shave yet. Too much on his mind as he walked the streets of London
Universal Exports: MI-6 headquarters
January 6th 1970
0:7:45:0 hours morning time
James Bond stood there staring off into space at the front doors of MI-6 headquarters and looking at his reflection. His thoughts are still on Tracy and getting revenge. Having finally decided in what to do James walked in inside the building.
Unknown location
Ernest Stavros Blofeld and Irma Brunt at at an unknown location in which Blofeld is still hurting from a broken neck and he knows he failed to take over the world. However SPECTRE still remains and as for James Bond his arch nemesis, Bond took something from him and in turn he took something from him from this world. His wife. Not the most honorable thing to do, but efficient enough to break any man. His hand rubs his face as he still bares the scar he received from Bond.
"What if Bond comes for us?" asked Brunt
"He won't, he is a broken man now," said Blofeld "Revenge is not his game; he is just servant for MI-6 as M will not allow him to do so. Soon it will be a perfect opportunity to plan our next move and with James Bond too emotionally distraught to do anything about it. We'll have the upper hand."
"I hope so," said Brunt
"Only the time is right I will have him killed, as there are other pawns in the world to take him down if he goes rouge" said Blofeld "He has been a torn in my side for far too long, so you worry too much my dear."
Irma Brunt wasn't as confident as her boss in knowing they could of made a mistake and could have unleashed a monster like they have never seen. The chains of MI-6 kept James Bond in check and could that means with the dead of Bond's wife those chains will be broken. She doesn't know for sure.
London England Universal Exports: MI-6 headquarters
Januray 6th 1970 0:8:15:0
James Bond walked quickly through the open office area, his feet felt constricted within the leather shoes; and the noise of the busy departments new found sense of calm, listening to the operators talking to field agents around the world, he picked up more than ten different languages being offended his spoken during the twenty seconds it took him to cross the office, he wasn't calm at all
James Bond walked down the corridor of the building. The sun had been pummeling rays onto the side of it all morning. Inside, the effect was much the same. The air conditioning was on, and the fluorescence from the incessant overhead lights was stark. Suits busied themselves around him, but none captured his interest; instead he just looked from one side to the other and lifted a hand to rub absent-mindedly at the bone which curved down from temple to cheek.
Suits that did take notice to him, notice he looked very ticked off. A young and attractive agent, bumped into him as she dropped her files. Bond didn't even bother to help her pick them up as he power walked past her. Olivia Mansfield looked back at the senior agent and wondered what is troubling him (That is the name of the future M) she had heard a lot of stories about the man and then she went back to work.
He walked into and reached Money penny's office with a hard slam that made her startle as she sees James there and noticed he is not in a good mood, she smiled at him, but James wasn't in the mood to smile back. Money penny, M's personal assistant, was a slightly attractive, 5'7" and 132 pound Caucasian woman, with red hair, slim build, and slightly under average sized breasts. She and Bond flirted quite often.
"James wait," said Penny
"Not now," snared Bond
He walked upon the doors and opened it, then opening another door he stepped inside the office of M. M who was inside his office is smoking on a pipe while looking over many files, as he sees his most trusted and senior agent walking in and he doesn't look like he is in a good mood. M had learned his wife had died and Bond appears to be an emotional mess, as M can sympathize with his loss.
"007 what is it," asked M
"Sir, I need a leave of absence," said Bond
"I have a mission-" said M who was cut off by Bond
"Give it to someone else," snapped Bond
"Control your emotions 007," said M
"To hell with my emotions," said Bond "I need a leave of absense; a god damn monster is out there."
"Is revenge is what you want," said M "It is not how MI-6 does things Commander you know this,"
"The dead don't care about revenge only the living do," said Bond "Blofeld has got to be stopped and stopped right now," he slams his first upon M's desk.
"Commander enough," said M "I sympathize with your loss, but you must be a professional,"
"Sympathize, sympathize " said Bond "Have you ever lost someone you cared about, do you? If you did how you would feel…would you do anything and I mean anything to get justice," he continued to speak "No! I though so, you're just an old man wasting his ways at a desk job you heartless son of a bitch."
"ENOUGH," snapped M "You think I am heartless and don't care, I am far above that James." He stood up for a moment
"Talk to you is a waste of time," said Bond "Fine I will do it on my own without your help."
"James wait," said M
"Wait, wait for what," said Bond "I know how I look and feel, a madman is out there that took away my peace and happiness. After everything I've done for Queen and Country, am I nothing more than a blunt instrument for this countries policy,"
M sat down and placed his hands on his head as he breathes and sighs deeply. "If this is what you want," said M "Then go, leave of absence is granted and officially you are on holiday, but unofficially I take your intention is to wipe out SPECTRE and Blofeld,"
"Thank you sir," said Bond
"MI-6 will have no knowledge of what you are doing or your whereabouts," said M "Just in case anyone asks or other intelligence agencies inquire on the matter, take what you need and go, also we will give you information just in case someone does come after you"
James Bond nodded as he headed out, as he walked past Money Penny without a word as she heard everything as she is saddened by this and wondered where it would lead to. James on the other hand will do it the old fashioned way by hunting down SPECTRE agents until Blofeld rears his ugly head; he is out there….somewhere. The whole world is his hiding place and Bond doesn't care as he will search anywhere and everywhere, now that he has been unleashed to do what he wants.
Revenge comes to mind Tracy, justice is coming for Blofeld thought Bond as he headed down to the parking lot of the building itself and once he stepped upon the parking lot Q was there with an Aston Martin as Bond was not in the mood to talk, he snatches the keys from Q's hand and gets in the vehicle as he drives away into who knows where as Q looks on it wondering if he'll see his old friend again. Considering he was his best man at 007's wedding, he sighed as he headed back to the Q-branch to get to work.
Washington, DC USA
One month later 1970
In an office a Caucasian male who is a snappy dresser and has a briefcase on his desk as he is looking over a few reports and outside the window it is raining outside on a cold day despite being winter and then there is a buzz at his oak finish desk to indicate the intercom is working, so he pressed the button.
"Sir,he is here to see you," spoke the woman on the intercom
"Good send him in," said the man
The man at the desk waited until the door opened to show a rugged looking man and a nice dresser himself as he went over to sit down at his seat in knowing this could be another mission, of what he didn't know.
"I take it by the look on your face you don't have good news, Oscar" said the man
"No Steve I don't," said Oscar
"For the past month a certain agent in British intelligence has gone rouge," said Oscar "This is making a lot of people nervous in the government,"
"Any reason why?" asked Steve "And what's his name?"
"I made a few inquiries into with British Intelligence and they not saying anything at all," said Oscar "A British double-0-agent, name unknown, but this agent has been going on a rampage killing bad people left and right,"
"Not much to go on," said Steve "But if he has truly gone rouge, surely British intelligence had tried to stop him,"
"It's like they have swept it under the rug," said Oscar "And I'm sure the Six Million dollar man can handle this rouge agent,"
To be continued?