The night she died started out so happy.  Madeleine and I were driving home after eating dinner together.  I remember her face as we laughed together about what the MI6 was doing without me.  Then she had asked me to stop so she could pick up something at the store.  She told me she'd be back in a minute and just to wait for her in the car.  I settled down and waited, watching the doors for her approach.  When she did come out the nightmare started.  Madeleine stepped out of the doors and started for the car.  Within seconds, a dark figure leaped from the bushes and wrapped their hands around her neck.  I scrambled to get out of the car.  Fighting back memories that crowded in, I ran towards her but by the time I reached her it was too late.  She lay on the ground in a crumpled heap, cold dead.  I held her in my arms and sobbed as hard as I did when M died.  My heart hurts as much as it did when I held Vesper's dead body.  Madeleine was so much like her; that's why I loved her.  She had that spunky, unafraid yet so fragile attitude and she understood me...just like Vesper.  I don't get that every day.

Through my tears and heartbreak, I hear a familiar voice.  "Coo-coo!"  It whispers before the footsteps fade into the distance.  Blofield.  I should have known he would escape and come for Madeleine.  Hate fills me; hate for him and every else.  Why did MI6 not tell me about this?  A need for revenge on them fills me.  Blofield killed her, but MI6 let him do it.  This death is the last straw.  I'm finished controlling my anger.

The next day I worm my way into MI6 and let loose.  I shoot everyone in sight.  To me, they're just a crowd of strangers; my revenge hides the fact that I used to work with these people.  I see Moneypenny and Tanner run past trying to help others.  The looks on their faces breaks me more than ever but I keep going.  I even shoot Eve in the leg and she falls with a scream.  

The security guards are here now and I make my escape.  I always had a knack for those.  As I race away in my car, I see my face in the rear view mirror.  My eyes are full of hate.  I am no longer the James Bond I used to be.  I've turned into something worse than my brother, much worse.  I'm a revenge driven machine.  All the people I've ever loved: Vesper, M, my parents, Hans, Madeleine, they wouldn't want me to be this but this is who I am now.  This is who they made me.