So I noticed that my writing style did a complete 360 with chapter 3, so I'm going back and rewriting the first two chapters. Hope you enjoy!
The night was freezing cold. Temperatures were well below zero. In an underground bunker located somewhere near Moscow, a teenage girl shivered in her cell. She was the only inmate in this special Russian Prison, and she had a life sentence. It was time to repay her father's debt. He'd been missing for 5 years now, and Russia was the last place he was seen. The Russians had found her only a year later and brought her to Moscow, to interrogate her about what her father's mission had bee. Nonstop for those five years. She didn't know anything, and even if she did she wouldn't talk. But they refused to listen and she had given up begging and pleading long ago. As she sat, in the cold dark cell that was her home, she allowed herself the luxury of thinking of the past. Silent tears streamed down her face, but she made no move to wipe them away, for fear of setting her chains rattling. Her guard would just love an excuse to beat her. She sneezes and her chains rattle. She holds back a sob of despair as the guard comes running in brandishing a riding crop. When his eyes settle on her he grins cruelly. "So...the little bitch dares to disrupt my card game." He says smacking her on the side of her face. She bites her lip to stop a cry of pain from escaping. "Beg me to stop." He whispers in her ear, kissing her hard on the lips his hands trailing over her body. Then suddenly he pulls back and begins to beat her again. Finally he stops and walks out, going back to the others and his card game.
The girl is left alone again, bleeding badly and scared. She's always scared now. "Please...why can't I just die?" she thinks.
Then, from the darkness comes an odd sound. Footsteps. Not the hard sounding ones from the winter boots her guards wore, nor the swishing sound of the leather boots the tortures' wore. These sounded almost like...dress shoes. But that was impossible. No one could get into the bunker. It was guarded on the outside with missiles programed to blow up any unauthorized vehicles. Still though the footsteps continued. In fact as luck or fate would have it she sneezed again. This time she kept her chains from moving but the footsteps stopped. "Hello?" breathed a quit voice outside her cell. "Is there someone there?" She looks up. "Help me." She begs softly. "please." The footsteps come closer and she hears the sound of the lock on her door being picked. Then out of the shadows comes a man, looming over her. She shies away out of habit and he stops, kneeling. "I'm sorry." He says, still barely above a whisper. "it's fine." She replies. "Who are you and how did you get in?" she asks. "My name's Bond. James Bond. They left the back door unlocked." He smirked a bit and she knew that was all he would say. He then noticed her chains. "You're a prisoner? What did you do?"
"Nothing. I'm paying back my father's debt." She smiled slightly. Bond looked confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. He picked her chains and got them open, then noticing she was shivering he took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders. "Wait here. I'll be right back." He said softly. She nods wondering what the hell he was. He walks away and after a few minutes a few gunshots ring out. She shrinks back hiding under the coat. After a few minutes, all is still. She hears the footsteps and sees the man re-enter her cell. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" he asked kneeling down in front of her again. She notices the British accent for the first time. She nods. 'I scare easy though." Bond smiles. "well come on, let's get you out of here. Can you walk?" she tries to stand, but her legs, which have fallen asleep give out and she falls. Bond quickly catches her. "It's alright. I can carry you." Picking her up, he makes sure his coat his still wrapped around her shoulders. He starts walking out of the cell down a corridor and out of the base. After a few minutes the sound of a chopper could be heard. The girl shrunk back. "It's alright. It's my allies." Bond told her. "I sent them a signal telling them to come pick us up." The girl nods. "oh ok." Smiling Bond glances at the sky. "You know, I never got your name." after a few seconds the girl says, "I'm Ana." He nods. "Ana. Alright. It's nice to meet you." She smiles as the chopper lands. Bond climbs in, still carrying her. The pilot makes no comment except "M is not going to be happy with you." Which Bond ignores. He sets Ana down on the seat and gently brushes some hair out of her face. She coughs a bit and then hisses in pain. "easy.." Bond says softly. "you're safe now. Those Russian bastards will never hurt you again. Just get some sleep." Ana nods and shuts her eyes. After a few minutes her breathing deepens and she's fast asleep.
Bond sighed as he looked over the now-sleeping girl. She was thin, unimpressive, boring. Bust he supposed that was a good thing. She had looked so frightened when he'd first saw her, chained up in her cell. He knew he was only supposed to go in and kill the Russian's, as they were disrupting his mission, and that this unexpected flight back to MI6 would cause discord, but he didn't care. M would just have to deal with it. And the fact that he was bringing a citizen with him. He wasn't going to just abandon Ana, not when she was hurt and sick. If they asked he could always lie and say she got hurt in the crossfire. It would make him at least partly responsible for her and she would have to stay at MI6 Headquarters. He only hoped it wouldn't come to that. Finally the chopper landed at the airport in London. Bond picked Ana up, and carried her to the garage where he knew his car was. Gently setting Ana in the passenger's seat and strapping her in, he got in and started the car, taking the familiar road to MI6's HQ. The car pulled up outside 20 minutes later. Bond was met at the door by Q, his quartermaster and the only person in MI6 Bond was close to. "Bond." The man greeted. Then upon taking in the girl he carried in his arms, Q shook his head. "You have a lot of explaining to do." Bond nodded. "I know. But she's worth it." Q just nodded and gestured for Bond to come in. They walked up to M.'s office, where Monneypenny was waiting. "Oh, James. He's waiting for you. Go on in...who's she?" Bond sighed. "Just a girl. She was being held captive in the building that held the Russian's I was supposed to take down. She's sick, and injured so I took her with me." Monneypenny nodded. "Alright. She'll have to stay out here while you talk to M, but I'll watch over her." Bond nodded and set Ana down in a chair. Then he opened the door and walked in to M's office.
The man was waiting for him behind his desk. "Bon, why do you insist on making my life difficult? You had your mission. Get in, take care of the problem get out and get back to work. So tell me, why are you here and not in Russia?" Bond sighed. Since the old M died and this bloke had taken over, he hadn't felt any sense of respect for the man, like he had for her. He guessed the new M, Gareth, knew this because he had told everyone in MI6 that Bond had "Trust Issues" it had irritated Bond to no end. He didn't have "trust issues" he just didn't like Mallory. "I'm only here temporarily, M. I'm bringing home an injured girl, she needs medical treatment, and I had to bring her here or she'd die." M stared at him with disapproval. "Bond, you know the rules. We cannot have citizens in our base. It violates the security codes." With an exasperated huff, Bond looked at M and said, "Look. She's staying. She has no choice now, I already told her that I'm a secret agent." M glared at Bond over his desk. "You did what?" Bond looked his boss right in the eye. "I told her that I was an MI6 agent. It was the only way to get her to trust me, after what those bastards had been doing to her." M sighed. "You'll have to take responsibility for her. Anywhere you go, she'll have to come, or you'll have to get Q to look after her. And no more spilling our secrets until I've met her." Just as Bond nodded in agreement a scream could be heard from the outer room. Racing out, Bond saw Ana freaking out as Monneypenny and Q tried to calm her down. Bond rushed over so he was in her line of view as he moved in front of her, putting a hand on her shoulders. "Ana, calm down. You need to calm down alright." After a few seconds of screaming, Ana collapsed into a huge fit of coughing, and blood coming up in waves. Bond held her, soothing her, until she stopped, too weak to move. Monneypenny sighed and went to get something to clean up the blood, as Q shook his head. Gathering Ana in his arms, Bond stood up. "If there's nothing else, she needs medical help." When no one disagreed, Bond walked out of the office heading towards the medical unit attached to MI6. Q sighed and ran after him. "Bond, wait! BOND!" when Bond didn't respond, he sighed again, and walked into the medical wing. Bond was there, the girl in his arms, as he talked to one of the doctors. The doctor nodded and motioned for Bond to set the girl on one of the beds while he got out some of his tools. When Q walked in, Bond was pacing nervously. "James?" Q asked walking up to the man. His head snapping up at the sound of his name, Bond paused his pacing only momentarily before resuming it. "What?" his tone was dangerous. "I just thought you should know, as you Quartermaster, I'm required to look after the girl-" at this point Bond interrupted "Ana. Her name is Ana. And I know. Mallory told me." Nodding, Q resumed his talking. "Alright. Then please, whatever you do, don't make it something stupid that could endanger her." With a glare, Bond snapped, "Q, do I look like the kind of person who would do something stupid?" sighing Q turned to the agent. "Yes. Yes you do. You look like someone who's stupid, impulsive, reckless, and dangerous." The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife and served like cake, when the doctor came in. "007? I just wanted to inform you that the girl will be fine. You can visit her now, if you like." Nodding, Bond walked into the med wing, heading towards the bed where Ana was lying. She smiled when she saw him, and moved to sit up. Bond gently pushed her down. "No, Ana. You're too weak to be moving just yet. Please stay lying down for now." Ana nodded. "Alright. Thank you very much for everything you've done for me, Mr. Bond." Smiling Bond shook his head. "Please, don't be so formal. It's just Bond. Or you know what, call me James." She nodded, smiling. "Thank you, James. I must say, I like MI6 way better than the K.G.B" chuckling, Bond patted her on her uninjured shoulder. "I would hope so! We pride ourselves in being better than those Russians." Q came up behind Bond, and Ana pulled back, terror on her face. "Easy. It's just my Quartermaster; Q all that means is he provides the gadgets behind my skills." Q smirked. "Yeah but you never see fit to return them in one piece do you Bond?" Rolling his eyes Bond returned his attention to the girl on the bed. "Anyways, love, you don't have to worry about Q. unless you're a computer, he can't hurt you." Ana managed a small smile. "Good thing I'm not then." She says. Chuckling, Bond and Q left the room, leaving Ana to fall asleep in her bed.
E/n: there you go. I'll be updating chapter two as well and then moving on to continue the story. Thanks for sticking with me!
007's daughter...out!