On a random note, I had a wonderful discussion with LadyNightlord over what V's underwear look like. We've come up with some fairly out there things. XD
"DIE! DIE! DIE! WHY WON'T YOU DIE?"
Jaylyn seemed utterly frustrated that the soldier she had been shooting for five minutes wouldn't die, if you couldn't tell. She'd come across a Playstation 2 somewhere in the farthest realms of the Shadow Gallery and didn't hesitate to hook it up to the TV.
"Scream a little louder, Jaylyn, I don't think he heard you." I said while giving up and putting in earplugs.
"Shut up!" She screeched at me as she continued her assault on the visual enemy "DIE, CREEDY, DIE! DIE YOU MO-FO!"
I can't explain what was going on in that mind of hers other then she had been naming all the enemies after people V wanted dead. I suppose it added something to the thrill of killing them.
"YESSSS! EAT THAT CREED-NO! NOT SUTLER, TOO!" She screamed as another enemy walked into the virtual room right after she had killed 'Creedy' "DIE YOU HYPOCRITICAL, GAY, BASTARD! THAT'S FOR LARK HILL, AND THAT'S FOR PISSING ME OFF, AND THAT'S FOR BEING AN ASSHOLE, AND-NOOOOOOOOO!"
I stared at the screen in disbelief. I had sat here and listened to her scream for nothing; they'd blown her up with a bomb. I didn't regret locking Evey in her room with my iPod at this point, I could tell by the murderous look in Jaylyn's eyes that she was going to start over. Ah, crap.
I started to protest when she hit 'Try Again', but she turned the volume on max and ignored me. Retreating into the main room and hiding by the door, I decided to wait it out until she was done or V got home, whichever came first. Mercifully, V got home within minutes of my retreat.
"DIE YOU BLOODY FINGERMAN! YOU S.O.B., MO-FO, A-HOLE! DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!"
V's head snapped toward the TV room as he heard Jaylyn's shouting and the gunshots.
"NOW IT'S YOUR TURN, CREEDY!" Simulated gunshots rang through the air as V rushed in.
Jaylyn laughed evilly as 'Creedy' fell dead. V yanked the power cord out of the wall, fuming; I could almost see the smoke coming from his ears.
"What are you doing?"
"You. Just. Cost. Me. Two. Hours. Of. Work." She said through her teeth.
"Do you think I care?"
"Now, V," I said gently. "she was just having some fun."
"THAT TOOK ME TWO HOURS, YOU JERK!" Jaylyn yelled at V.
"Jaylyn! You probably scared him half to death, have some consideration."
My statements fell on deaf ears.
"OH, YOU POOR THING. GET OVER IT!" V shouted back.
"Don't worry, be happy." I sang, trying to lighten the mood.
"SHUT UP!" They both yelled at me simultaneously.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I let them fall. I could take Jaylyn yelling at me, but V. . .that was a different story. V was my hero, I was crushed and hurt in the same way a little boy would idolized Superman would be after he'd been yelled at by his idol.
I couldn't run into my room crying because I didn't have one-Jaylyn and I slept in the living room every night- so I did the next best thing. I ran into V's room, slamming the door shut, and buried my face in his pillows. I could threaten them with V's extra knives, but that wouldn't work so well in my favor considering v had his normal set of knives on him. I sat up and gazed around the room, not really seeing anything because I hadn't bothered to turn on the light when I came in.
VEV
V entered the room a few hours later, not noticing I was sitting on his bed, leaned back against the headboard. I couldn't really see anything, but I could visualize each thing as he did them. I heard him set his mask on the dressing table, the soft swish of his wig as he took it off, the dull thud as he sat down his knife belt somewhere nearby.
I felt the bed shift as he slid under the covers beside me, never noticing or sensing that someone else was in it also.
"Kind of annoying thinking you're alone and discovering, much to your surprise, someone is watching you from the shadows, isn't it?" I whispered in his general direction.
I felt the pressure of V's knife on my throat almost instantly.
"Ah," I croaked. "it's about time you notice me, V."
"Give me a reason I shouldn't kill you right now."
"I can't see a bloody thing." I stated matter-of-factly "If you'd wanted me dead, you would have killed me long ago anyway."
"Good point." He admitted softly.
Yeah, I usually have those. I thought as I slid down the headboard and buried my face in the pillow. No matter what V said or did, he wasn't going to get me out of this room right now; I was too damn tired to move.
"Goodnight V." I murmured.
I could feel by the way V tensed that his thoughts were somewhere along the line of 'Oh hells to the no. You are not sleepin in ma bed.' I hoped he could tell my thoughts were along the line of 'Oh hells to the yes I is. I ain't getting outta dis bed, iz comfy. . .'
"Lynette, you cannot stay here."
I ignored him, pretending to already be asleep. Or maybe I was half-asleep, there was certainly one vote for that considering I couldn't seem to make myself move.
I woke up the next morning stretched out on the couch. I was sick to my stomach when the date dawned on me. November 5th. . .oh, god.
V was already up and about, of course. He was a terrorist with a building to blow up he couldn't be expected to lounge around in his bunny slippers. I attempted to make breakfast for Evey, Jaylyn, and I but no one really ate. My cooking wasn't that great, but I assumed it was nerves that kept everyone from eating; no one could turn down a hot and fluffy waffle.
Everyone was on edge through-out the day. Jaylyn and I both realized we had failed; V and Evey were still blissfully unaware that the other loved them. Stupid idiots. Sometimes I really just wanted to smack them. Speaking of which. . .
VEV
I sat perched in the shadows, waiting.
The dark shadow rounded the corner and walked slowly in my direction. I tensed. Just a little farther. My unsuspecting target moved into my range.
"HOMICIDAL PSYCHO JUNGLE CAT!" I screamed as I launched myself at V.
"AHHH!" He screamed as he fell to the floor.
I laid on top of him, laughing to hard to move. I couldn't believe that I had surprised V, the ultimate terrorist. The thought made no sense what-so-ever, yet it worked somehow.
"That was fun! Let's do it again!"
"Get off me."
I pouted. "Spoil sport."
I did as ordered, for once, and reflected that it was a schock I had even managed to jump V without ending up dead. He must be distracted, very distracted.
Well of course he is, you twit.
You know, for a part of me, you're really mean.
All I meant was: it's the Fifth, what did you expect? Him to be skipping about in a dress singing show tunes?
Actually, that mental image was rather funny. V and Evey slipped out into the tunnels and I signaled to Jaylyn to grab our stuff. It was time.
