Live And Let Die // Tss Au

Don't cry, Weep for who I'll make you hurt

Roman sat next to Remus. The moonlight shone in through the window as they sat on the couch. Far away they could hear their mother and her girlfriends talking. But that wasn't important, they were watching Aladdin together again and that was all that mattered.

It was a dream. Of course Remus knew it was a dream.

And yet he leaned his body against Roman's and let himself feel his warmth as if he was real. He wanted it to be real so so badly.

"I'll make sure this becomes real soon. I promise" He mumbled to his brother.

His brother sat staring at the tv with blank eyes. He didn't sing along to the songs like he usually did. Didn't make a joke about how Remus always liked the most horrific scenes the most. Didn't comment on the luscious animation. Nothing. He was just a shell. Even in his dreams.

Remus buried his face against his brother's shoulder. He closed his eyes and took in his scent. Blood and dust. His throat hurt from holding back tears.

"I miss you"

Jaws didn't respond. The tv turned off. The pleasant talking quieted through the halls. The lights turned off. Somewhere in the house someone started to scream.

Remus woke up with a gasp. He sat up and looked around his room at MI6's headquarters while catching his breathe. His clothes were sticking to his body from sweat. Even though all he wore was loose shorts and a tank top the dream had made him shake from silent horror.

He could still hear the scream.....It wasn't a scream....It was real.....It was a siren. Every muscle in his body tensed up. It was the kind of siren that went off if the headquarters had been attacked.

It was so loud it was piercing his ears as he got up. He didn't even bother putting on shoes. All he took was his pistol before slamming the door to his apartement open and running for the elevator to take him down into the deeper halls of MI6.

When he got down the corridors were bathed in red from the lights. Normally they shone light blue. The uplifting posters on the wall about gun safety looked more like a horror movie poster now.

The cameras hadn't been destroyed so whoever was attacking hadn't been too careful about it. Maybe they didn't care. Maybe they hadn't had a plan. Remus still held his loaded gun as tightly as he could. He assumed danger was lurking around every corner.

Far away he could help someone scream for help. It only took a few seconds before the screaming stopped and the person went completely silent. Remus started to run in that direction.

He couldn't help but wonder where all the other agents had gone. Shouldn't there be guards running? Where was Patton and Logan? Where was anyone?

Remus turned a corner and was met with a hallway filled with bodies. For a moment he froze in horror. Bile filled his throat. The air stenched of rot and blood. He hunched down next to the closest body.

It was agent 0013. He moved his hand over her nose. She was still breathing. Remus let out a shaky breathe of relief. They weren't corpses. Only injured people.

There had to be at least 7 people here. A mix of guards and agents. How many people had gotten in if they could take down all of these. And leave this many injuries in their wake. Blood was everywhere. Even under agent 0013 nails, as if all she had been able to do in defence against the forces was to try and scratch them.

He ripped off a piece of fabric from his shirt to try and bandage her injuries. She stared up at him with eyes filled with terror, like she'd seen a monster. Her shaking hand moved to grip onto his wrist. Her nails dug down into his skin.