Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,

Twas his intent.To blow up the King and the Parliament.

Three score barrels of powder below.

Poor old England to overthrow.

By God's providence he was catch'd

With a dark lantern and burning match

Everyday we create regrets. Sometimes we regret because there really was no reason to do something, such as telling someone something you think they shouldn't if heard; or we regret because we did not do something. I have been determined to create a day that I can look back on and only smile; and unfortunately today will not be one of those days. I agreed to help V so that I would not regret backing away from this opportunity, but the stupid thing is I didn't go back to say goodbye to Carla, David and Darrel. I didn't even go back to the house to tell Dominic and Evey I'll be gone for a while, so for all I know, they could be sending a search party to look for me.

"Where are we going?" I asked. I was running alongside a man whose face I have never seen, who I am the only person who knows that he is alive and I have no idea where he is taking me. If it weren't for the fact I trust him completely, I would be a little scared at the moment.

"The Shadow Gallery," He told me. I was confused; he said it like I should know where it is.

"Where is that?" He stopped suddenly as I asked him and turned around to face me.

"You mean she never took you there?" I shook my head and told him no. "How could she not?"

"How could you not know my name until last night?" I shot back at him, and started walking again. I didn't like the tone of his voice. It seemed like he was disappointed in Evey and somehow I couldn't handle that. I feel a hand on my shoulder and see the pale face looking down to mine.

"I'm sorry dear Angel. I find a name is only a label put onto a person that is for no reason. Once I found I knew everything I needed to about you, I asked of your name. But when I say Angel, I do not mean your name; but rather that you are my Angel of Anarchy. You are everything that Madame Anarchy represents and that is why I asked of your name. Evey and I had a link within names, but you and our way of life have a chain surrounding you."

"Great, more chains surrounding me." I mutter.

"I do not mean it like that. The chains are forever bounding and you will always have the same aspects as the idea I live for." He tells me and I nod slowly. He leads me towards the entrance of an old station.

"Victoria Station." I muttered. "This is the entrance to the Shadow Gallery?" He nodded slowly and I imagine if there was anything except darkness in his eyes, there would be regret. He crooked his elbow and I placed my hand over the top.

"Let me show you around my dear Angel." He said and led me into the station. We walked along the tracks for approximately ten minutes; V didn't talk and all I could concentrate on was not tripping on the tracks and making a fool of myself. Once we got to the next station, V picked me up and placed me on the platform, and I then helped him up. Still silent, he walked over and looked at a blood-stained patch on the ground. "This was the last place I saw her." I heard him mutter. He turned and looked at me. "Does she still have her hair shaved?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"Why can't you simply see what she looks like from afar, if you insist on not showing yourself to her?" I suggested, a little cynical.

"My dear Angel of Anarchy, I have never seen you in my life before. It seems that since the fifth I have become blind." I was stunned. I have seen the way this man moves and I did not think that it would be possible for him to do the things he does if he really was blind.

"How?"

"Gunfire maybe, or possibly an illness." He seemed awfully dismissing of the subject and I did not press upon it further. He grabbed my hand and led me to a door. After we walked in, he brushed his hand on the wall and the room flooded with light. As I adjusted to the lighting I found myself in a room filled with artwork that was rumoured to be stolen and destroyed by Norsefire. I realised that what happened was quite the opposite and smiled.

"It's beautiful." I whispered and he gripped my hand tighter.

"It is, isn't it?" He let go of my hand and walked into a room that held a piano and lifted up the lid. A few seconds later the building was filled with music and I walked over to watch him from behind.

"Where did you learn to play piano?" I asked him in amazement. To play an instrument these days is a very rare thing. There are periods of time where different arts are appreciated, and during this era, music is not one of the few. We are more interesting in hearing others thoughts and discussing and debating. Wars to start over things like these if it gets to political, but right now people are mainly interested in gaining knowledge and experience.

"Angel, in my time it was very common to play instruments. Children were rarely interested in politics and the goings on of the world. We were quite focused on ourselves and making our own lives better."

"But that was during the Starvation Period of Developing countries. How could you be so focused on your own lives with that sort of monstrosity going on in the same planet?"

"Because there was a world's worth of monstrosity going on within London."

"Was this when Norsefire was coming into power?" I realised that the music had stopped and I was sitting on the piano stool next to V. How I happened to get there I didn't know, but it felt natural; even more natural than when I talked to Dominic. V nodded and got up.

"Speaking of Norsefire, we had better start planning." I jumped from the seat to stand aside him as he began to walk. "Now, I understand you work well with technology."

"If you want to put it that way."

"Yes, well, Norsefire at the moment are looking for young people to work with them to take control of London once again. What they are trying to achieve is to control what we see in everyday life and try to persuade us to let them take control of our daily lives once again." He placed a hand on my shoulder. "What I need you to do is apply, get accepted and slightly change their designs."

"And how exactly do change their designs?"

"From their slogans of 'An oath to democracy/ free choice for all' to 'There is no oath of Madame Anarchy/ other than to live after all" He told me, certain smugness in his voice.

"V, they'll kill me."

"Not if you're careful." Though I knew this mission could lead to trouble, I was fully willing to be a part of it.

"I know there's more to it. Changing slogans can't the extent of the infamous code name V's plan."

"All in good time my dear." He said slyly and gestured for me to sit down at the table. I thanked him as he pulled out my chair for me to sit down and he then walked over to the fridge and pulled out food to prepare a meal.

"V, I just had a massive dinner with my family not two hours ago." I told him as he offered me an egg. Nevertheless, I accepted the meal and ate it, feeling a little awkward as he watched me eat.