The smile that lasted a lifetime

Cha-11

Warning: The story happens after V's escape at Larkhill. This story is completely based on my imagination about V's past. V is a bit out of character and I've also included my own character, which will very much influence V throughout the Story and be the reason for V's actions in the movie. If you don't like any part I've mentioned, I advise you not to read. But if you still wish to proceed, please do not flame. I don't do well with people flaming my stories.. sorry. but if you do like it, please review. thank you.

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Chapter I

Someone more precious

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Hunger.

Pain.

Infection.

These were only few of the infinite thoughts swirling in his head. He had been walking for days now, and he still had no idea where to head or where he was. He was dizzy with hunger, felt the churning of his stomach to vomit but he couldn't, what was there to throw up? He had tried to eat grass, leaves-even bugs, anything he thought was edible but the pain they brought him was unbearable, starving to death seemed much better.

Crawling now, he felt the blades of grass penetrate his deteriorating flesh, like countless frozen needles puncturing his entire body.

Breathing became difficult and near impossible. Stigmatizing pain was everywhere, in his lungs, in his stomach, his skin.. Had she died feeling the same pain?

Death.

It was what he thought now. It was inevitable for every living and nonliving organism in this corrupted world, and his time, it seemed, was this very moment.

Oh, he couldn't even laugh at the irony. Here he was, free and far, so he thought, from that hellhole that played him a guinea pig, but, Oh, the comedy of it burned him, he was dying.

Free at last, but dying because of it.

Couldn't even laugh or scream at his self, he had no strength, no voice. He had nothing but what she made him see he had. He finally laid himself on the dirt infested earth.

Valerie.. Forgive me..

He would never get their rightful revenge now. It brought him more pain than dying.

And then everything went black.

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"Is he alright now?"

He awoke with the voice of a young girl whispering prayers beside his ear. His eyes were open, desperately trying to see but something covered his eyes.

"Yes. You did a good job cleaning him. I really thought you wouldn't be able to handle all the blood."

An older voice replied.

"Bon."

The sound of containers closing, boxes being put away drowned the whisper of prayers.

"Did he get infected or something?"

It sounded genuinely concerned, but he couldn't help but sneer inside. People were rarely this worried when it came to a stranger. She must be an actress of some sort.

"Yes, yes. But don't worry much; the antibiotics will take care of it. We'll just make sure that he's clean all the time and apply all the necessary antiseptics all the time."

He didn't feel much pain anymore, only the stinging sensation of alcohol on a fresh cut. He wondered where he was and who was with him, he tried to open his mouth to speak, but only inaudible murmurs came out so he stopped and just listened. There was a light pressure on his arm, it hurt, but it was tolerable enough so he didn't make any noise or movement.

"You really shouldn't be touching him. Even if he is wound up, any slight pressure would be torture."

The pressure that was present quickly disappeared.

"Oh my-I'm so sorry."

The young female voice apologized over and over again.

"That's quite enough already; I think you're bothering him."

She immediately shushed.

"Well then, I'll be down washing these towels now."

"D'accord."

"I still can't believe that you managed to carry him halfway to the shed."

"I didn't think I could even carry him.. I'm glad we can take care of him and he can live with us, if he wanted."

"That is if no one comes looking for him. My, my.. He's not a pet you know."

"I know, I know. I'm just thinking of his health. I mean, what if no one comes for him?"

"Just as I said, he can stay if he wanted. And why are you thinking of such negative things? It's bad manners to think that immediately."

There was a slight creak and the sound of something inanimate being dragged. A door softly squeaked open and was about to be closed,

"Wait."

The door halted.

"When do you think he'll wake up?"

"He might sleep for days.. Or he could be awake this very moment."

"Really?."

"Just let him rest. He will wake up sooner or later, okay?"

"D'accord"

"But he'll probably sleep a long time, we did give him some morphine."

The door finally shut closed and all he could hear was her praying, at least he thought she was.

"Cher Dieu, please let this person be well soon."

His inner sneer dissipated, considering for the first time, that maybe the child was being honest. Something inside him made him lower his guard and dream not about vengeance as he always did, but of simply being at peace and a bit pleased that someone was watching over him as he slept. Although, there was a cold fear in his spine that the child might be one of those demonic children with morbid humor and be of sadistic nature. In this time and age, children were sometimes more perverse than teenagers or adults.

"Please don't be sick, please don't be sick."

She continued praying, and that frigid fear began to disappear. Maybe he was fortunate this time.

"Make him well and make him wake up soon."

As he dozed off, the something inside him made him think. Valerie had made him see the most important part of himself and maybe, this child might show him how to live with it.