Isabelle's P.O.V:

Oh London, How beautiful do you look tonight? The stars are shining through the dark skies, flaunting their beauty, making these helpless civilians get through the night. I stared up at the sky from the roof I was perched on, one knee raised with my elbow resting atop of it, my other leg dangling over the side. Oh London, you look so much more beautiful after curfew.

I rose from my chosen seat, and stared out at the city below me. Locks of my hair becoming one with the wind and dancing about the air. I watched as Fingermen patrolled the streets, little did they know I was watching them. Just waiting for them to come across some poor soul who was out later than they should of been, trying to fit in with the shadows and pray they would return home unharmed and unseen.

I took one last glance at the streets, making sure the prowlers of the night this country calls 'Fingermen' weren't attacking someone who stayed late at the office or mugging a man who was visiting his dying Mother, when I came across a odd sight. Well, not really that odd. But odd enough to make me go into action. I grabbed my bow from the floor and placed my bag of arrows securely around my back once more, then proceeded to attack a belt of 4 knifes around my waist and made my exit from the roof.

I quickly and discreetly made my way back into the world below, slipping in and out of alleyways before coming to my chosen location. I peeked my head around the corner of one particular alleyway and watched silently, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. I kept myself hushed, my breaths slow and mute, listening.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here, You shouldn't be out after curfew, Miss." The unclean Fingerman said, after a young woman, i'm guessing in her mid-20's, bumped into him.
"Yes I know, I was visiting my sister. She's very sick, actually." The woman's reply was, Even I knew that was total bullshit.
"Oh really? Well then, I'm very sick, too. Think you could take care of me?" He asked her, placing his dirty hands around her waist. I watched as she struggled to get out of his grip, protesting and squirming before repeatedly slapping him in the chest.
"Get your hands off me! I shall do no such thing! Release me at once." She spoke with a harsh tone. A part of me loved watching them struggle as they tried to get away, it only fueled my rage against the Finger man more. The young woman's struggle made the man tighten his grip on her waist, possibly leaving some ugly bruises. She clearly had had enough, and struck the man across his face with the palm of her hand, hard.

"You shouldn't of done that, you little bitch." Another Finger man said as he appeared out of the shadows, while the other man had hold of his cheek. He pulled out the pathetic excuse of a badge and showed it to her.
"Oh no, Please. He was harassing me! I have a right to defend myself." She said, trying to back away from the two men, before a third arrived. Looks like i'm going to have some fun tonight!

"Yeah, let's see you defend yourself now, You filthy fucking slut!" The first man shouted, grabbing her and pinning her against the wall with great force.
I watched for a few more minutes as they began to undress her, the woman still screaming and pleading for them to stop, that's when I made my move.

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"* I said as I walked into view of the three men and their victim. They were clearly startled by my entrance as two of them let go of the woman, ready to take me out or make me suffer like their female friend over there.

"Look boys, another one wants to play! And she's much younger, look at her body!" I heard one of them shout to the other two, his comment causing groans and snickers to come from their mouths. Idiots.
"Yes, yes. I would very much like to 'play'. As long as we play my game?" I asked, the corners of my mouth creeping up to form a sickening smile.
"What do you mean? We're gonna have our way with you, no matter what you say!" One shouted, as he drew a blade from his pocket, ready to come and take me hostage at any moment. Silly little boys.
"As am I going to have my way with you. All 3 of you, to be exact." The words had barely left my lips before my arm flew backwards, grabbing an arrow out of the bag and setting it up in it's rightful place, joined with my bow, ready to fly at any minute.

"Aw look lads, Kitty's got claws, What exactly do you think you're going to do with that, darling?" He snickered, the sound of his laughter ringing in my ears brought me to boiling point.
"I do not think, I achieve. And what I will achieve is your body sprawled out on the floor, your clothes soaking up your own blood." I counted down in my head, as he mocked me once more.
"She's a funny one, isn't she lads? Little girl must have daddy issues." They all laughed once more. 3.
"We're gonna have some real fun with this one!" Another roar of laughter echoed through my ears, and the streets of London. 2.
"Stupid bitch, thinking she's big and clever." The one pinning the woman up spat. 1.
"C'mon lads, let's have-" He didn't have time to finish his sentence, before my arrow connected with his skull, piercing it and knocking him to the floor. Killing him with-in seconds. The sight of his face going into a state of shock was enough to give a girl like me butterflies.

I did not move. I stood my ground, waiting for the next man to make his move. They did not give a second glance to their 'friend' who now lay in a heap on the floor.
"You'll pay for that, you stupid bitch!" The one holding the girl shouted, before releasing her. She fell to the floor and crawled away into the corner of the alleyway, too shocked, too terrified to make a run for it.
He stormed towards me, almost breaking into a run, ready to grab me and 'have his way' with me. Oh I was a fool for doubting how idiotic these men really were, wasn't I?

I quickly placed my bow into the bag, before keeping a grip on two knifes, ready to unleash in combat.
He threw his fist towards my face, Due to heightened senses, I was able to dodge his fist, swinging my body underneath his arm, grabbing it and pulling him face to face with me, I stared into his empty eyes, before he coughed and blood trickled down his chin, the warm, red liquid spat onto my shirt and his own. I pulled out my knife from his stomach and wiped it on his shoulder, placing my cold, metal friend back in his home.
I stepped over the second body, which would soon become a decomposing corpse 6ft under the ground.

The third and final man stared at me, whimpering and backing away until he fell against the wall.
"No where else to run to, my friend." I whispered to him as I approached his shivering frame.
"Who are you?" He managed to stutter out, in between disgusting sobs.
"Who am I? I am not a person, you see. I am a grenade. You see me, and you underestimate my power, but those who do know me, when I approach you scream in terror, you flee in fear, hoping I may spare your life. I have one purpose, and that is to explode. To detonate. To destroy. I can be used for good, Or for evil. But some foolish people, see me and do not understand my mission, and that is, to blow." Before he could reply, my pale hands wrapped around his neck and snapped it. I watched as his limp body slid down the wall before collapsing. I turned to the three corpses and sighed an 'Oh' before turning my attention to the girl in the corner, her knee's pulled close to her chest as she was whimpering.

"Are you alright?" I asked, approaching her and bending down to her level.
"Yes, thank you. Just in shock at what I saw. How did you do all that? You look no older than 18." She stuttered out in between shaky breaths.
"17, actually. Oh that was nothing. I've handled worse, all for the safety of innocent civilians." I stood up, extending my hands out to her, helping her up as she tightly gripped my small hands. Who would of though that these small, feminine hands could be the cause of so many deaths?

"Thank you, for saving me. What is your name?" I walked towards the exit of the alleyway with her, ready to make my way back up to the rooftops and blend in with the night like I normally do.
"It was no trouble at all, my dear. My name is Isabelle." I replied, curtsying to her before disappearing into the shadows, making my way up walls and across rooftops, back where I belonged.

V's P.O.V:

I walked around the shadow gallery, putting on the finishing touches to my outfit, ready to set off into London.
I walked into the surveillance room of the gallery, checking on the streets of London one last time before witnessing them first hand, I glanced across every camera before something interesting came up, Interesting is an understatement.
Becoming intrigued in what I was seeing, I sat back down on the chair in front of all the cameras and decided to watch a little longer. A girl, about to get attacked by 3 Fingermen, normally this would make me spring into action and sweep through the alleyways until getting to the poor girl and saving her from humiliation or even worse, death. But on one of the other cameras, something caught my eye.

A girl, No older than 18 was stood around the corner of the alleyway, discreetly watching and listening, anonymous to the 3 men, She was armed, her blades glittering in the light of the moon and the stars, a bag on her back filled with long, skinny sticks of death. And their master in her hand, a bow. I have watched many people try to save someone else from being attacked and it resulted in them both being killed or black bagged, but I knew there was something different about this girl. Just as the men were about to take their victim, she strode around the corner, taking them by surprise.

I watched as she effortlessly took care of the men, and listened carefully to what she was saying. One of her speeches really caught my attention. "Who are you?" The man struggled to ask, before came her reply.
"Who am I? I am not a person, you see. I am a grenade. You see me, and you underestimate my power, but those who do know me, when I approach you scream in terror, you flee in fear, hoping I may spare your life. I have one purpose, and that is to explode. To detonate. To destroy. I can be used for good, Or for evil. But some foolish people, see me and do not understand my mission, and that is, to blow."
She definitely was something else. Indeed she was.

I continued watching and listening as she politely escorted the woman out of the alleyway. Paying close attention to their conversation in hopes to hear her name.
"My name is Isabelle." She gave a curtsy to the woman before blending in with the night, climbing up walls and jumping across rooftops, much like myself. I quickly rose from the chair, exiting the surveillance room and the gallery. Time to get a closer look at you, Isabelle.

I became one with the night, striding through the streets of London, unseen. My own belt of knifes hugging my waist as I traveled to find this girl, Don't want to run into any pesky Fingermen without my weapons do I? No, I do not.
I climbed up a fire escape ladder to get onto higher ground, making it easier for me to find this incredible and mysterious girl. I didn't have to search for much longer. I jumped from roof to roof until I found her, sat at the edge of a building, one of her legs stretched over the side, while the other had her knee in the air, her elbow resting gently atop of it, Her head tilted backwards as she stared up at the sky. I stopped and watched her for a moment, stretching my head back to observe what she was. Ah. Yes. The stars, how beautiful do they look tonight?

My attention went back to the girl. Her bow placed close to her side, ready to grab in case any unwanted visitors showed up, like me. She looked so peaceful, and at one with the night. Her long, wavy locks blowing gently in the wind. I couldn't help notice her hair was a deep red color, like blood, only brighter. All bright hair dye's were black listed along with many other things such as certain piercings, tattoos and well, generally anything which would make you stand out in Sutler's London. She also had tattoos going down her arms and her legs, she really does stand out. Her body a work of art, a way of protesting and disagreeing with Sutler's ideas. A girl after my own heart.

I didn't realize, but I let out a breath I had been holding. I blinked and she was stood, bow and arrow in hand, ready to shoot me at any moment. She stood her ground as I stood mine. However, I, was unarmed. I thought about grabbing my knifes, to let her know I was as ready for battle as she was, but that isn't what I came for.

"I can assure you I mean you no harm." I said, holding up my hands to her. She didn't budge, if anything she retracted the bow string closer to her. I mentally sighed and tried again.
"I saw what you did. To those Fingermen and how you saved that woman. I must say I am truly amazed by your skills and how effortlessly you handled the situation." As she put down her bow, placing the arrow back in it's rightful place, I walked towards her.
"Thank you. I'm all about keeping the peace of these streets, if that involves killing a few Fingermen then so be it." I was closer to her this time, a few steps away from her. I felt nervous in her presence, a little threatened, maybe? I had never felt this before. It was always I who had power over everyone else.
"Who are you? If you don't mind me asking." I asked, I know it was incredibly foolish of me to ask of her something I already knew, but I couldn't just tell her what her own name was, It would make something in her snap and probably fight me.
"Not at all, My name is Isabelle." She said, giving me the same curtsy as she did only moments ago. It was delightful, How lady like she truly was, the way she spoke, her manners, yet just 15 minutes ago she was responsible of 3 deaths.

"Well then, Dear Isabelle. Let me add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me, V." I took hold of her hand gently, bringing it up to Fawkes' ever lasting grin as if to plant a kiss, and bowed.
"V? Is that a shortened version of your real name?" She asked, taking her hand back and walking over to where she was once sat.
"No." I simply replied. Following after her, sitting down with both my legs stretched out over the roofs edge.
"Oh, Alright then. It's nice to meet you too, V." She replied, sitting down in her previous position next to me.

We sat there for a few moments, staring out at the beauty of London's night. The river Themes flowing so cautiously and gracefully, as Big Ben chimed informing everyone in the city that it had just gone 12 'O' Clock. A new day, soon people would be waking up, getting their children ready to go off to school, Men kissing their wives good-bye as they set off for a very stressful day ahead at the office. And here I am, Sat on a rooftop with a remarkable girl, admiring London's scenery. Oh how fate can change.

* - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? - William Shakespeare ; The Merchant of Venice.