Scars From The Past

boom boom

'Boom boom boom boom
Gonna shoot you right down
Take you in my arms
I'm in love with you
Love that is true
Boom boom boom boom
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
When you walk that walk
And you talk that talk
You knock me out
Right off of my feet'

"Oh, dollface!" I hear him sing-song. I look up just in time to see him burst through the door, an excited grin upon his
face. Automatically, I smile up at him, curious to hear what he has to tell. He walks over towards me before sitting down
on the couch, next to me, leaning towards me with a grin. Patiently, I wait for him to start talking.
"I discovered a secret today!" He exclaims, hands coming up to grab my cheeks, gently squeezing before moving to stroke
my cheeks. I giggle at his actions, his dark green eyes darting down to my lips for a second, then back up to meet my
brown ones once more.
"What did you find out?" I ask him, turning a bit more serious.
"Someone of our team has betrayed me." He answers, voice getting deep, eyes turning dark, his hands squeezing me
tighter. I can only stare at him, doing my best not to show the fear that begins to creep into my heart. He couldn't now,
right?
"It appears we have a spy amongst us. Any idea who, uh, it might be?" He continues, giving me a look. He knows. Oh shit.
I shake my head in fear, but he moves his hand to the back of my head, pulling my hair harshly to make me hold still. I
wince in pain at it.
"A shame. I could swear you know who it is. Anyway, want me to tell you?" He asks, making me even more afraid.
"It's you." He growls out. I try to protest, to explain, but suddenly he has a knife in his hand, scaring the shit out of me.
"J, I can explain-"
"You're a SPY. YOU BETRAYED ME." He's yelling now, pure rage in his eyes.
"Please, I didn't mean to-" I begin, but I'm cut off by a hot, searing pain in my shoulder, causing me to scream in pain.
Red colours my mind.
How could you?

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When I wake up, it feels like someone is banging a hammer against my head. Opening my eyes, I find myself looking at a white ceiling. Slowly, I move so I can sit, apparently lying on a bed. It appears that I'm in MI6's personal hospital wing. There's no one with me, but I recall everything turning dark when James was wrapping up my hand. Sadly enough, I also remember the awful memory that I dreamed of. Frowning, I shake my head in an attempt to get the memory out of my head before getting out of bed. At first, I feel kind of dizzy, but the feeling fades after a while, making me walk out of the hospital wing. I was on my way to M's office. Perhaps I had been a bit too harsh to her. I knew that she had to make difficult choices, but I had been clouded by my own past. I felt like I should apologize to her, even if I thought I was right. After an awful lot of stairs, I finally reach her office, knocking on the door before entering. Glancing around, I find the office empty. For a moment, I stand still in the room, staring at the dog statue that's placed upon her desk.

"Ahum." Someone coughs. I yelp in surprise, jumping as I spin around towards the door. In the doorway stands a man. He has blonde hair that's turning grey and a pair of the most beautiful, bright blue eyes I have ever seen, wearing a dark blue suit that complements his eyes.
"Oh, uh, hi." I eventually manage to bring out, still staring at him. He was really handsome if you asked me.
"I must apologize for scaring you. May I ask what you're doing here, though?" He asks politely, entering the room.
"Actually, I was looking for M. I had to talk to her about something." I explain with a smile.
"She's at the court right now. She left about half an hour ago." The man answers.
"Oh, alright then." I say, a bit surprised that I forgot she had to go there.
"I don't think we've met before." He says after a short moment of silence, having studied me with those blue eyes of him.
"I don't think so either. I'm Rhine Jones." I answer, moving towards him to shake his hand.
"Gareth Mallory." He responds with a smile, giving me an amused look as we shake hands.
"Well, it was nice to meet you. I hope we'll meet again." I say politely, looking up at him.
"I'm sure we will." He answers mysteriously, confusing me as I make my way out of the office.