V's P.O.V 7:00 pm:
I must say, lady London, your dark skies are looking beautiful tonight. Little orbs of sparkling light bursting through the sky and illuminating the town below. But sadly, the natural beauty of the stars has been ripped away and ignored due to the fake beauty created by fireworks, filling the sky for a few seconds before disappearing.
Ah, but my performance tonight will be one which stays with London and it's residents for a very long time. Years and years in fact! People will be telling their grandchildren of this story, the story of the beauty created by him, the idea, the revolutionist, V.
I turn to the other natural beauty beside me, Isabelle. Staring up at the sky how a child would, admiring the false beauty of the fireworks and watching as they fall down the sky before vanishing in to nothing, her eyes filled with wonder and hope for once, something I hadn't saw for a very long time.
I was hoping, that once I had given her the bow and arrows she would be a lot happier, she know's I'm giving her them but she doesn't know when. Exactly why I didn't stop her when she brought her own. I can't wait to see her expression when she finds out what they can do.
She'll either be horrified and refuse to ever use them again, or she'll enjoy the performance and continue unleashing their hidden abilities when needed. I'm hoping the second option is her thoughts and feelings about them.
"Alright V. You said you had some special surprise planned or something, and I'm assuming it's not the fireworks. So come on, when do I get to see this thing you've been planning?" She asked, turning her head slightly to look at me.
"Now now, If I told you, it would spoil the surprise! Wouldn't it?" She glared at me and rolled her eyes before staring back up at the sky and admiring the sparks floating about the atmosphere.
We stayed silent for quite a long time after that as Isabelle was too busy staring at the sky and I was too busy with my own thoughts, worrying over her reaction to her present. I never worry! What is happening to me? I sighed softly and turned to Isabelle.
"Isabelle, would you follow me? We're going to your surprise now." She straightened up and followed me as we took to the roof tops, you could almost smell the excitement coming from her.
We had traveled a good distance, using alleyways and roof tops mainly to stay out of eyes and ears of Fingermen and camera's even though the bloody things were everywhere. Sutler likes to keep his eyes on everyone, everywhere. Disgusting old man he is, nothing more than a sack of wrinkled skin taking up oxygen.
"V, where on earth are we?" Isabelle said, slumping down on the roof we had been stood on for quite some time now.
"We're just outside of London. Look, you can see the river from where we are." I outstretched my hand, her small one filling the empty space as she hauled herself up.
"Why have you brought me here? Oh God what time is it! How far have we fucking walked? I could kill you!" She was spitting out many other complaints but I didn't pay attention, I just laughed softly before turning and putting my hands on her shoulders.
"Stop complaining and put your mask on. You'll need it. Now, I have your present with me!" I sounded more enthusiastic than I meant to. She did as I said, thought. She pulled her mask out of her trench coat pocket and slipped it around the back of her head and tied it.
"Alright, now what?" She said, arms folded across her chest as she stared at me through the dancing flames around her eyes.
"This." I said, taking the bag off my shoulder and opening it, removing the bow and arrows and handing them to her.
"These are so beautiful." She whispered, admiring the individual arrows and the bow slowly.
"What's this?" She asked, staring at a small engraving on one of the arrow heads, even though they were on all of them.
"A symbol of freedom, hope and ideas. Your symbol." She snapped her head up to look at me. The symbol I had chosen for her was quite simple but to us it would mean a lot, and everyone else once they knew who we were.
It was a lower case letter I with the dot above it a circle, with a V inside. Our two names together creating one symbol, a symbol which everyone would recognize soon enough.
"It's beautiful. I love it, and I love them, May I?" She said, holding one arrow in her right hand and the bow in her left, gesturing to put them together and sent the arrow after it's target.
"Not yet, wouldn't you like to know why I brought you here?" She put the arrow back in the back and held the bow in her hand, but nodded.
"Alright then, see that building over there?" I asked, pointing to a 4 story building which had barred windows, they were too small to see out of anyways, a large chimney and smoke pouring out of it, gates all around the building with barbed wire at the top and a few trucks coming in and out of it every now and again. Isabelle nodded before looking at me with a confused look on her face.
"What does the sign say?" I asked and she squinted slightly, before walking to the edge of the roof to get a closer look.
"It's.. a detention center? I can't see it's name, something West?" She walked back over to me.
"West Dene Detention Center." I growled.
"Alright, why are we here?" I sighed, preparing myself.
"Isabelle, I did some research whilst you were out sometimes or when you were asleep and I scanned everything you had which belonged or had been touched by Clara for traces of her DNA and finding where she was. This is the place they kept her." As soon as I mentioned her name, Isabelle snapped her head around to me.
"Kept? As in she's not there anymore?" She stuttered.
"They kept her girlfriend here, she survived for 5 month before dying due to infection. Clara passed on 5 days later. I'm sorry, Isabelle." She didn't have any sort of expression on her face whatsoever, nothing.
"Why did you bring me here." She stammered out, fists clenched as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Fire an arrow in to the building and find out." She snorted.
"That's impossible. It won't stick in to the brick! It'll snap or just hit the wall and fall to the floor." She laughed.
"You never know until you try." I smirked softly beneath the mask.
She groaned before pulling an hour out of her back and setting it up, retracting the bow string and holding it close to her face. The bow string was pressed against the edge of her lips and she was inhaling and exhaling slowly. She shut her eyes and counted to 5 silently, before snapping her eyes open, releasing the arrow and moving her face away from the bow.
The arrow spun as it soared a great distance through the air and pierced the left wall of the building, just near the roof.
"My aim is much better than I assumed. I didn't think I could shoot that far! Now what?" She turned to me, dropping her arms by her side.
"Look at the buttons on the bow, see the top one?" She nodded.
"Press it." She hesitated for a few minutes, holding her finger above the button before smacking it down. A small, blue light appearing on the button and beeped once.
"Now what?" She asked, something I didn't have an answer to.
No, how could this happen? I couldn't of miscalculated. Or used the wrong chemicals, this never happens. Did she press the correct button? Maybe she hasn't.
"Well, It's supposed to-" My sentence was cut short by the sound of music beginning to fill the speakers around the city. Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture. I smiled beneath the mask and sighed happily. This wouldn't be the last time London heard this song, oh no.
"V.." Isabelle trailed off, looking around before staring at me.
"Isn't it beautiful, Isabelle?" I asked, lowering my head so my face was in front of hers.
"What is?" She asked, turning back to the building as the song reached it's peak.
Any minute now, a few more seconds, now!
A huge roar erupted from the building as it cracked and exploded. Streams of smoke flew in to the air as parts of concrete, brick and wood crashed to the floor around the building, setting many other things on fire around it whilst the music still played.
Screams could be heard from where we were, along with cheering as naked, skinny and barely alive people ran out of the rubble which was still busy shattering and exploding. Many of them managed to escape, some screaming to the sky, praying, thanking who ever did this.
I turned to Isabelle to see her reaction to her work. After all, this was down to her. She had a huge smile plastered across her face, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was mischievous and twisted, she was proud of her work. I watched as she walked to the edge of the building, whilst fireworks were still illuminating the air.
She balled her hands in to fists and held her arms out to the side of her, bow still clutched in her hand. And she screamed. Not a high pitched scream, it was more of a roar. The way she stood, how her arms were, her scream, I stood and did the same thing many years ago. Now, it was her turn.
She walked over and picked up her old bow and arrows and lined one up, releasing it in to a target. I had no idea what she was doing at first, but she was shooting the surviving guards. Any who escaped, she shot. Each arrow piercing through their necks after they stumbled out of the flames and smoke, coughing and wheezing heavily. They had no time to recover from the explosion, Isabelle didn't give them that pleasure.
Seeing her take revenge on something she was angry about made me attracted to her even more, I saw more of me in her everyday and this had sparked it all off again. The way her muscles flexed as she shot arrows out left, right and center. The anger and hatred in her face, we were a-like in so many ways and It's took me this long to see it all.
She stopped shooting, eventually.
"Let's go home. I'm done here, and I can hear sirens." It was an order, not a request. Who was I to say no when she's in this state of rage? I picked up her new bow and arrows, carrying them for her whilst we began walking.
"Oh and V, Thank you." It was good to see a smile on her face again.
"You're welcome." Those were the last words we said to each other for the whole two hour walk home.