Ok, my first attempt at v4v fic, so you probably know that this is going to suck.. Erm, anyways, I probably won't continue writing this, but I just wanted to upload it somewhere..
The Only One
It always strike her as odd. To be home schooled, sent to practice karate, kendo and literature classes.Not that she mind though. She had always found guns so very.. Unprofessional. Too easy to learn.
When asking her mother why did she sent her there, she would always smile and say it was for her own good. That if Norsefire (or another just like them) should ever rise again, she would know how to defend herself.
Her father had not object. True, he was a policeman but she could sometimes sense his disapproval towards her "hobbies" and intrests.
And truth be told, she never felt herself as welcomed or "part of the group" as they say, when she was with them. She could sometimes feel herself being left out, and sometimes she did that herself. Just left from the scene and nobody would notice..
It was her eyes that made some people uneasy, and it was one of the big reasons why her mother had put her to home school.
Her eyes where white.
Where other people had blue, brown or green, she had only whiteness. It made her look eerie.
But her mother always said she looked beautiful.
Her black wavy hair that flowed around her in the breeze catches a few looks. She usually kept it on a ponytail. Much easier to maintain and it didn't get on her way either.
As every year, the celebration of 5th of November meant holiday from school.
She had couple friends from the same street they lived on. They had been friends since they were just babies and played with each other. They always celebrated the 5th together.
The coming of 5th of Nov. meant also that happenings at her home would change. Dad would be gone more and mom would go into some sort of coma. Sometimes forgetting to make her food or leave the fridge door open while standing there with milk bottle on her hand and staring out of the window.
Sighing, she took the scissors to her hand. It was time to get prepared. Her friends would come soon and she didn't want them to see her mother, at least for a long period of time.
Other than placing a wig to her head, this year she wanted to change her hairstyle in the same time.
She heard the old movie starting to play downstairs again. Mom was watching The Count of Monte Cristo. For the third time today.
Setting the scissors aside and cleaning the remains of her hair from the floor, she dressed all in black. Grabbing the Guy Fawkes mask from her bed she fastened it around her face.
It was time to go.
"Mom? Mom, I'm leaving" she called while she walked downstairs. Her mother didn't answer to her, so she saw it fit to check on her before leaving.
"Mom?" she asked, voice a little muffed because of the mask on her face. Her mother finally turned to look at her, her eyes a little red & puffy and one hand clutching a handkerchief.
When she saw her, her whole body freezed. Her eyes looked at her almost like haunted, like a woman posessed.
"Mom...?" she asked carefully. After hearing her daughter's voice she finally came out of it, and tried to smile at her.
"My dear.. You look lovely.." she said and came up, caming to hug her tightly. "Have fun, alright?"
Confused, but happy at her mother's reaction, she hugged her back. "I will. Thanks mom"
"Bye!" and the door closed.
Evey Hammond fell to the floor and cried, while the movie played on the background..