Day sixteen: March 21 ,2022, Monday.
Madeleine's been eating more lately ever since I scammed her yesterday. She ate all of her breakfast and finished off one of Primo and Logan's descarded Cheeto bags. Primo and Logan are always talking in private. They keep repeating the same names. I wonder what, or who, they're talking about. Madeleine's worried about Mathilde and James. She wants James to find her. I know a part of her knows he won't. He doesn't know where we are.
Even though We have more food than usual I'm still starving. Sometimes I just lie down and feel hungry. Logan had a night shift yesterday and he keeps falling asleep. Luckily no one decided to take a night walk into an abandoned warehouse. Primo has the food shift today. He went to the same place Logan went to and came back with twice as much. It's taking everything to not eat all of it. And why don't we? It's better to eat all the food we have then slowly starve to death with a treasure trove of food just standing by.
Most days, we just sit there waiting, hoping for someone to find us. We're sick of each other's company. And our true company is ourselfs. But in Primo and Logan's case, they keep each other company. I feel like I'm becoming insane. I need to talk to someone besides Madeleine, Logan, and Primo. But they would probably turn me into MI6. Now I'm longing for my food shift tomorrow. But the seconds seem like hours. I hope I'll still be there tomorrow.
Day seventeen: March 22 ,2022 Tuesday.
I can't wait to go out. I'm thinking I might sneak out when Primo and Logan aren't looking. I NEED to get out of this place. I can't wait for my food shift. Hopefully Logan doesn't take it like he did last time. He probably won't because he's constantly talking to Primo. It's Primo's nightshift tonight so I'll ask him. I'll also try to sneak out at night too. At night I have less of a chance of being caught. Madeleine had finally stopped trying to break free from the handcuffs. Now she just lies still under the bag Primo and Logan constantly have over her head. I feel like taking a nap, it'll help pass the time plus I'm tired.
You closed the leather bound book and walked over to the pile of blankets that was your bed. You grab one of your discarded sweatshirts and put it under your head. You didn't bother putting a blanket on and just fell asleep.
Dream
People were running around you, yelling. Immediately, the smell of smoke came in through your nostrils. Fire! You thought instantly. Your body jumped into what you remembered from training at MI6. The building's on fire, get the women, children, elders, and disadvantaged out first! But when you looked around you no one was there. There was smoke everywhere and you couldn't move. Your legs were trapped under a fallen beam. The ceiling was crumbling down in chunks. No one's going to save me. You realized. I'm going to die alone. The chunk of ceiling above you fell.
End of dream
You sat up, fragments of the dream still floating around in your head. No one's going to save me. I'm going to die alone. It was still day time, Primo and Logan were still talking. You silently got up and creeped over to a small door. You opened the door, praying it wouldn't creek. It didn't. You closed it and ran past the car. You stopped and took a deep breath. The air was nice as it slid down your throat. There was a small tinge of wetness floating around. You looked up at the dark clouds. It was going to rain. The wind blew over you and you hugged yourself. You weren't wearing a sweatshirt. You turned around and headed back inside before it started raining. When you closed the door you began to hear the wind blowing harder. You walked back to your makeshift bed and shivered. Logan walked over.
"You shouldn't go out on the food shift." He said. "It looks like it's going to rain."
"A little rain won't hold me back." You said, getting up. "Is it time?" Logan nodded.
"Take the car." Logan said. "At least you won't get as wet." You nodded and headed towards the door.
"Oh, and enjoy your talks with Primo." You left.
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The grocery store Logan told you about was already closed. You locked picked the door and pushed the door open. The alarms didn't go off. You grabbed two bags from the passenger's seat of the car and ran back into the grocery store. You crammed as much food as possible into the bags and grabbed as much food that could fit in your arms and ran back to the car. You locked the door and drove back to the warehouse.
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When you got back to the warehouse Logan put the extra food into the spare box. He had to use another box. You put a bag of chips in front of Madeleine and took the bag off her head.
"Eat." You told her. She ate. You returned to the makeshift table and sat down. Logan and Primo were talking as usual but this time they're talk was a little louder so now you could hear parts of sentences.
"MI6 hasn't found us yet-"
"-the other double o was at the place where-"
"Bond and Dr. Swann-"
"MI6's leader is M-"
"Specter-"
"-Blofeld-"
"They didn't trust y/n-" You stopped listening. The last part was painful.
"I'm happy I did those things! I want to protect the world and I love Madeleine!"
"Enough to turn against your friend?"
"Huh?"
"Do you love Madeleine and trust her so much that you would abandon your friend and fight against her."
"Yes."
You begged the tears not to come.
"I don't trust y/n." James said immediately.
"What?" Nomi said.
"I don't trust y/n." James repeated. "Madeleine said-"
"Who cares what Madeleine said." Nomi said. "Has y/n done anything against MI6?"
"No." James shook his head.
"Has she ever worked for Safin?"
"No."
"Does she believe Safin is doing the right thing?"
"No."
"Then why don't you trust her?"
"Because she's related to Safin! And Madeleine doesn't like her." Your eyes stung. And Madeleine doesn't like her. You wiped your eyes. Who cares what Madeleine thinks. "Madeleine said that she has to be evil because Safin's her father."
You set your empty food back on the table and walked away. Finally, once the others were out of earshot you began to cry.
"What have I done?" You said to yourself. "Who have I become? Who do they think I am?" That was a stupid question. You thought. They think you're evil. "Maybe I am." You said. "Maybe I am what they say I am?" You didn't expect anyone to answer. You sank to the ground and wrapped your arms around yourself. Tomorrow, you were going to leave and never come back. But why not now? Why not leave now? You wiped your eyes. I just want my old life back. You took a shaky sigh. I'll turn myself into MI6. Hopefully M doesn't know yet. What am I talking about? Of course he does. It's been two months. "I'll leave at night." You said. "I'll leave."
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terrible liar✰ sequel to bad liar
FanfictionThis is based after the end of Bad Liar (if you haven't read that please read it before you read this one) y/n struggles to keep the secret of who her father is from spreading through MI6. And the person who will tell is no where to be found. Has he...