1Author's Note: This is BeatGurl with my first story. Yay! And I'm Canadian, so you know it's going to be good. Evil laugh. If you review, which you definitely should, please be kind because This is only my first fan-fic, and I don't have much writing potential to work with. Jackal has helped me with the revisions and such so enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own V for Vendetta. I'm just writing this for fun.
Lasting Convictions
Chapter One
She was only fourteen, and yet her life was already taking a turn for the worse. She didn't know what happened, but she knew she couldn't turn back. Her family was dysfunctional to say the least. Her two brothers were estranged and useless. Her father was a dim-witted brute who relied on alcohol to solve his problems. He beat her mother and called her nasty names. And thanks to that jerk her mother wasn't here anymore. She was lying in a shallow grave, only heaven knows where. She knew he did it, she knew he bribed the finger. She knew she would never come back and she knew that the hurt was never going to go away, that her father would never love her, but instead wail on her to make himself feel tough. And she knew, most of all, she would never love again.
Footsteps broke the eerie silence of London, fog drifted throughout the streets and the cold, cruel air nipped at oblivious victims rushing into their homes while a threatening yet soft voice said, "A yellow coded curfew is in effect, anyone caught will be subject to arrest." Her footsteps quickened and through every growing second fear and worry grew inside her like a disease; she did not know where to go but she had enough of what most would call family. She was sure that some of her friends might help, but then again, they were screw-ups whose parents associated with her father. Ahead of her she saw a rather scary and dull looking man with a stare as cold as the night and graying hair glaring suspiciously at her; with a sudden surge of panic she turned quickly into an alley only to be blinded by the immense darkness, then out of no where she was stopped suddenly by a short man in a trench coat that concealed most of his body.
"Hello girl, what are you doing out so late," he said slowly, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Nothing, just going back home," lied the girl.
"Oh, but you must stay, me and my friends are…. Bored, and we would love a young ladies company."
Suddenly taken aback from this comment she stuck her hand into her sweater, clenching a pocketknife she brought along. "No thanks, I'd rather leave," she stated backing off slowly but he grabbed her thin, fragile arm and pulled her back in front of him. A second man walked up beside him and grinned mischievously. "No," she screamed. She turned around swiftly and ran right into yet another character. With desperate fear she yanked her knife out of her sweater and backed into a corner only to find the tall man pull out a badge.
"I didn't know you were Fingermen! Please leave me be!" The Fingermen she ran into grabbed her wrist, making her drop her knife.
"We don't want to arrest you, but now that you threatened us we can have some fun."
Her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open; tears welled up in her eyes as she felt a surge of shame. 'Please No,' she thought. She was hit across the face and kneed in the stomach as the man unzipped his pants and the other two held her, chuckling with sadistic pleasure. Her screams radiated through the air. A fourth, mysterious voice cut the men's rhythmic grunting and laughter short as she saw a figure with a mocking mask enter an archway. She was immediately thrown to the ground while the man in the mask quickly stepped toward the men, pulling out shining steel.
"Hey, we are finger-," The cloaked ghost sent him flying with the blunt edge of his knife. With almost superhuman speed the figure disarmed the second man, slicing him to bits. The last man, who seemed quite nervous, recoiled slightly but drew his gun. In the blink of an eye he dropped dead from the gleaming, bloody steel.
The young lady groaned painfully and curled up into a ball, shaking uncontrollably and burying her head into her chest. Filled with sympathy for this young woman the rescuer stepped fore ward cautiously, being careful not to frighten her. "I am sorry young lady. I'll help you, my name is –""
I know who you are," interrupted the child, "V."
V cocked his head questioningly and bent over, trying not to look threatening. "May I ask who you are?" The girl raised her head slightly, "I am Violet." Behind V's mask she thought she could see a smirk, "I do not believe in coincidences," Mumbled V. Cocking her head up a little Violet asked, "No fireworks tonight?" V chuckled lightly while spotting a large cut on the side of her forehead; he immediately knelt down to Violet's side. He grimly asked, "Did they hurt you?" As if being kicked in the side Violet jumped, and started shaking uncontrollably. With a sudden, grief stricken groan she started bawling compulsively, gasping for breaths of air.
V, who was surprised by this reaction, felt guilty. "Shh, child, sleep," he picked her up in his arms, already sopping wet from the tears. Violet squeezed V tightly and burrowed her face in his chest, momentarily forgetting about what had just happened. She dozed off into a deep nightmarish dream.
Violet was in a room, a rather frightening, grungy, shabby room. It had wallpaper peelings, a rotting wood floor and rats, lots of them. This was her old bedroom. From under the door she could see shadows in the light, whizzing past. She heard a knock on the door, it got louder and more violent and all of a sudden a familiar face burst through the door. Her father. Violet could smell the stench of alcohol emitting from his body as he dragged her off the bed and threw her into the corner, screaming hysterically about nothing and kicking her. He stopped immediately and then smiled, evil burning in his eyes.
Violet saw three shadows in the doorway walk in as her father signaled toward them. Fingermen. Her father smiled at her and left the room clumsily, leaving her alone with these hideous monsters. Struggling to break free of the position she was in the men dragged her back to her bed. "Lets have fun," One whispered mockingly in her ear while a finger unzipped his pants and laughed, crying, "Are you familiar with this?" The other two men held her down as her screams faded into silence. Everything went black, an eerie calm enveloped her mind.
Author's Note: well I know that was short but still. (Review)