Chapter 4: Villainy

Milly's POV

Train Station, November 6 2016 12:00 PM

I decided to head to the settlement outsquirts once again to calm down and cool off. It was very relaxing and just the thing I needed. I made my way to the train station and entered the train. I first tried to get into one of the cars until I was stopped by a random person. An old man was with me too and we tried to enter only to be forced back by a gun. The noble inside was smirking at us. So I ended up inside another car. It was all quiet until the train mysteriously stopped inside a tunnel. That's interesting. That never happened before. I first cast it off as bad maintenance, before I started getting curious. I exited my seat and towards the front. Then, I saw a dark figure make its way to the noble's seat. I hid behind another seat and waited what happened. After a few seconds, I saw the same figure carry the noble out onto the tunnel. I exited the train as well. Just enough to see the noble, but not enough for the black kidnapper to spot me. I saw the train leave its current spot while the figure dragged the noble away. I tried to get a closer look at his face but it was too dark in the tunnel. I trailed the two for long agony as I grew tired of pursuing them. I kept following them until I entered a second tunnel. This must be a maintenance shaft that also acts as this guy's hideout.

I entered the hideout only to get lost within the hideout. There are so many tunnels in this place, no wonder it's been abandoned. I finally managed to find the kidnapper but I immediately gasped. It was V! Unfortunately, he must've heard me, so I tried to find a place to hide. I managed to find a door. I went inside it only to be met with cleaning appliances. I tried to leave but I settled for this considering the fact I heard footsteps approaching. I curled myself into a ball and hoped for the best. At first, I thought I must have been spotted but I stayed quiet. Suddenly, I heard my phone ring. That was when the door swung open. I tried to avoid his glance in a futile way to stay undetected. I was scared for my life as I think that V is going to kill me. Then I heard him say in a soft voice "Hello Milly. We meet again."

He picked me up from my position despite my best attempt to escape. I tried to flail my arms and kick him but it proved fruitless. Truthfully, I'm terrified. I don't know what he is going to do to me. I asked "What are you going to do to me now?" He stayed quiet, refusing to talk to me. He pushed me towards where he came from. I then gasped in shock to see the nobleman. He is now wearing a grey military uniform, lying on the ground. "Don't worry, he is still alive." I asked him "What are you going to do to him." We walked past him as V said "Something he deserved." We then approached a door and I was immediately thrown inside. V closed the door behind me as I banged on the door. I yelled at him to let me out. I turned around to see I could use anything to escape. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could find expect an old security monitor.

So, I'm stuck in an security room with nothing. I decided to turn on the monitors as an early reconnaissance device if I were to find a way out of this. I started switching through cameras to get an mental image of a way out of here. Suddenly, I saw V standing behind the noble. He was standing up from the cold floor and started looking around. He was shocked at what he was seeing. I moved the camera towards the area and zoomed in. I could barely make out the words, but it read "Larkhill Resettlement Camp." Whatever that is, it can't be good.

Third Person

Lord Lewis Porthero, broadcaster for Hi-Tv, suddenly woke up. He found himself under spotlight as he yells "Hello I say, is anybody there? I suppose you think all this is bloody funny all this resettlement camp malarkey, all this putting me in uniform. Well, all I can say is that you've got a damn queer sense of humour. Damn queer."

He started panicking "You've got the wrong man, chummy. The resettlement canos mean bugger all to me. Bugger all. You've got the wrong man! Oh god. Is there anybody there." Suddenly he heard clapping behind him. He turned around to see V without his cape and hat. He wears a black buttoned up uniform and pants. He has black combat boots with a belt around his waist. The belt contained an assortment of knives. He said calmly "Good morning, campers." He walks towards Porthero "Uniform all brushed, pressed and ready for duty. I see. Good man, Commander Porthero. Good man." Before Porthero can say anything V interjects "Let's get to work, shall we? These concentration camps... Sorry... These Resettlement camps don't run themselves, do they?"

The Lord angrily told him " Look, I don't know who you are or how you got this bloody silly idea into your head, but you've got the wrong man! I'm a broadcaster I didn't have anything to do with the con... With the Resettlement camps. I... I uh." V responded angrily at him "Larkhill, 2013. I was there commander Porthero." The fat lord staggered back in shock "You were th... Oh God."

As quickly as V got angry, he said happily "Look smart, commander. We've got to make the tour of inspection now. You remember... The way up you used to make it every evening. Back in the good old days". V dragged Porthero through the main doors. He laughed darkly "All coming back to you, eh? The main body of the prisoners would be gathered in the yard awaiting your inspection. You simply had to walk from your office down past the Nissen huts, turn the corner. He brought Porthero to a small area lined with dolls in prison uniforms. "And there they were." Porthero falls to the ground in shock and horror. "My dolls. That's is part of my doll collection. How did you... THey were all safely locked away when I left for work yesterday. WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DOLLS? My god, if you've damaged any of them... They're priceless! Hardly any of the big collections survived the previous occupation. If you've damaged them..."

V quickly brought his knife near his neck "Admirable concern, commander. Yet it's deuced odd, isn't it? How you can show so much concern for porcelain and plastic." He turns his head towards the dolls, saying with disgust "And show so little for flesh and blood. Do you remember commander? Do you remember when it was people gathered in this sordid little enclosure? People half dead with starvation and dysentery?" Porthero panicked, He immediately got off the ground and explained "Look, you know as well as I do... We had to do what we did. All the darkies, the nancy boys, and the beatniks... It was us of them. Us or them. DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"

V replied "Perfectly. Come along, commander. Your tour isn't over yet. There are still the special prisoners to see. The ones in the medical compound." They walked pass doors marked in Roman numerals. "Just along here. This is where you kept the ones who'd taken part in your scientists'... Experiments, I believe they used to call them. You had to walk past this row of doors every night. Room one, Room two, Room three...Room Four...Room FIVE." That instantly shock Porthero as he stumbles back, gaping in shock "Room five? But that was where they kept... Where they kept... Oh, no. That was you, wasn't it? You're... You're the man... You're the man from room five." V confirms his suspicions "That's right".

He continued on "I remember you used to call out to us sometimes. Little jokes. You had a special name for the medical block. You used to call it the funny farm. I remember what a good voice you had. I imagined that's why they picked you to do the propaganda broadcasts." He immediately pushes Porthero along as they marched to another part of the miniature camp. "A man of talents. Eh, commander? And then, of course, there was that other little job you used to do." He immediately clinched his face with his wrist and forced him to see an abundance of dolls in a furnace. V said darkly "The ovens commander. You used to work the ovens."

He was now on the ground, staring at his prized possession about to be engulfed in an inferno. He immediately begged "Oh no. My dolls. Please... You can't... Please. I'm begging you. Please. NOT MY DOLLS!" In the background, the dolls were saying ma-ma simultaneously, creating a large echo of thunderous cries. V ignites the furnace ignoring Porthero's futile attempt to win mercy from him, was forced to watch, as his dolls' tortured cries were silenced as the flames melt away its very existence.

Milly's POV

I had to watch as this disgusting event played out. I don't know what to think anymore. Here I was, practically taken hostage by the terrorist V, and I had to watch as this noble was tortured. I felt so sorry for the noble but at the same time, I realized that he done some inhumane murders as well. From every word V spat out, his eyes were reminiscing those times. I heard of the Larkhill Resettlement Camps when I was younger. We were told that these camps were built under orders from Prince Clovis in order to give the numbers a nice place to live in. We were told that the camp was home to many happy people. We were told that a terrorist destroyed the camp, and thus any further ideas of any Resettlement camps were demolished.

I believed those camps were for good, but here I was listening to the commander not only admit that the Royal family lied to us, but this disgusting man killed and experimented on many innocent people, without any hint of remorse. He just cared more about his stupid dolls than human life. I curled up on the floor, thinking about what to do next. I could try to escape, but the likelihood of that happening is small.. I could beg my way, but the results would probably end the same. I tried to come up with more ideas until I heard the door open. I looked up to see V, holding out his hands.

"I'm terribly sorry about locking you in here. C'mon, let's get you out." I refused to move. I expected him to force me up or say something nasty to me. But he surprised me by sitting beside me, cape over my shoulders. "Hush now. I promise you I will do you no harm. However, it was rude of me to lock you here in this awful room. Come, you are my guest and as a good homeowner, I must treat my guest for some nice afternoon tea." I slowly said "I... I saw what happened. Between you and..." He finished "And commander Porthero. Yes, I figured you might hear that."

I shook my head "Was everything you said true. Was it all a lie that people heard." He raised my chin "You probably have an answer to that." I twisted my head to the side, away from him. Oh god! All those people. Everyone that entered those camps. They all starved, diseased, and burnt. I suddenly burst into tears as I felt the shame and pity of all those dead. I wanted to go away and run from here, but I suddenly felt embraced by two gentle arms. He gently said "Shh. Don't worry. Let it all out. Those were in the past. Nothing more." I said "But all those people. Everyone was." He put a finger to my mouth "Shh. That will be a story for another day. I believe it's time for you to go home." He thus blindfolded me and I had to walk through darkness with only V's gentle touch guiding me.

I asked him "Is this why you bombed the palace and attacked Britannia? You're getting back at them for what they've done to you." He answered "What was done to me was monstrous." I replied "Then they created a monster." "Indeed." We kept walking but I suddenly felt cold. "V, where are we going? It's getting cold." He said "Yes, I know. Patience Milly. Good things come to those who wait." We suddenly stopped so I decided to say "V, I know you explained what Britannia did to you. What we did to you. But please, the way you're going. It's... It's going to kill you." I suddenly felt a finger touch my lips to silence me. "Milly, you're concern for me is admirable, and I appreciate it wholeheartedly. However, I have not finished yet. More things are to come to world. I have all the time in the world. Farewell, Milly, I hope we meet again." I pulled over my blindfold to see myself in Ashford Academy's main courtyard. I looked around for a little to find V. I felt something in my hands and it was a paper that reads, Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.