A DEAD SHADOW
By the Goddess of Silence
Elektra King was dead. Her body lay on the bed right before M's eyes. Her brown hair, her hazel eyes, her pale complexion… dead. James didn't even see his boss standing in the door way. He could only see the girl on the bed, just as M saw her. He bent over her cold body and kissed her full lips. He savored her taste before going to the window and jumping from the balcony.
Let him do his duty, M thought as she continued to stare at Elektra. She had appeared so innocent, yet so deadly in the eyes of someone who now knew what she really was. There was something about her that entranced a person and made them believe her a child.
M went to look at her. She went to look at the blood. She went to look at what might have been her killer. She went to look at what might have been the end of 007. Elektra King wasn't a child; she was a snake just waiting to strike. She was the queen of seduction. She was the queen of hell. And she was dead.
M brushed hair away from the girl's face before turning to leave the room. She had to get back to MI6. Let fate do what it wanted with the woman's body, for it was no longer one of M's problems. As for James, she would have a talk with him when he returned. His shadow operation had failed, as M knew from the kiss he had given the dead girl, for a shadow stays in front or behind; never on top.