A/N: This is retardedly short, for which I apologize. I had originally written this chapter down in a notebook since the first chapter 4 I tried didn't work for me. So, it was five pages in the notebook...it's 900 some words on this. Whoops. Well, minus the A/Ns anyway...
Oh yeah, note about the end of Chapter three. V didn't know it was Danielle until the mask came off...that way you know he isn't stalking her. He had other buisiness to take care of...(coughcough)
Disclaimer (because I want to insult your intelligence): I don't own anything but this particular story and the characters you don't recognize from the movie or comic book.
Chapter 4: Fleet-Footed Murderer; Intelligent Witness
V looked down at the top of the young woman's head, noticing for the second time how much shorter she was (possibly two to three inches) than himself. (1)
"I didn't expect to meet you here, Danielle," V began. "I never thought you'd be bleeding on me either."
Danielle laughed, slowly letting go. V thought it was, perhaps, even done in reluctance.
"I go to school here, you dolt," She said, sniffling.
"And here I thought you were just an average party goer," V replied, a bit of sarcasm coating his words.
"Sorry," Danielle said wiping her eyes that were slowly tearing up(2). "I shouldn't have insulted you. You did help me, twice already, and that's not the best to say to someone you owe..." she paused, sighing. "I should have said 'thank you'...Why are you at a college campus at night anyway?"
"Why, I'm here for the party," V said dramatically, tilting his head.
"Bull," Danielle said flatly, crossing her arms.
"Ah, but it's true. Yes, I planned on something else as well-"
"Ah ha! You were going to blow something up? Kill someone maybe?"
"I've already done the latter," V said nonchalantly, moving his hand in a sweeping motion towards a bleeding body. He felt a bit guilty when Danielle looked horrified.
"Oh...God...V, that's two people already..." she whispered, her hand on her chest.
"But both were delt with in such a manner because they deserved it, did they not?"
He could tell she was arguing with herself on whether she should agree. 'Good,' V thought with a small smile. 'At least she's proving she's willing to disagree with something she doesn't feel is right...'
"No, I don't think they did deserve it," Danielle said slowly. "At least, not him," she amended, pointing to the dead man.
"Very good, though he's done a bit more than you would know, I'd say you passed."
Danielle's brow furrowed, asking an unspoken question.
"You passed a test. A test of importance; of character," V explained, clasping and unclasping his hands as he began to walk around a bit. "You're a smart girl, since you're in college, I'm sure you understand the importance of character."
Danielle took his pause as a cue to answer. "Of course...most people do."
"Ah, good, you've led me to the next point of this topic. Do people really know the importance of character? Better yet, do they understand how complicated the concept of character really is?"
"Danielle? Hey, Danielle! Where are you?" (3)
"Meggie," Danielle whispered. "She's a friend...she must be worried, she never calls me by my name," she explained.
V nodded his head, tilting it to the side in the process. "May I inquire as to how you plan to explain this to her?"
Danielle suddenly looked sick. "Oh, shit. Oh. My fuckin'. God! What should I do? Even if I told her it wasn't me, I couldn't just-" she stopped, and bit at her fingernails, bouncing from foot to foot. "Ow..."
V waited, watching her try to reach a decision. Anyone else would have been screaming bloody murder a long time ago. V would have been safely away before anyone came, but that wasn't the point at the moment. Danielle seemed determined to make sure they both slipped away from this.
"I think I got it...where's the weapon you used?" (4)
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V certainly admired Danielle's intellegince at the moment. I would look like an accidental homocide. She would stay behind and try her hand at acting. V would disappear.
"Danny! There you - Oh god..." Meggie said, shocked. (5)
"Meggie! Please, you have to listen."
Danielle had even been able to cry. V couldn't stay for the entire performance, though he wanted to. He only hoped that it worked.
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Mark had called the police (after Meggie had told him to) and Danny adored him at the moment. He believed her (though it was probably because he wasn't as drunk as Meggie) and had agreed to alibing for her.
When the police questioned if she had the knife in her purse, she had said no. Mark agreed.
"It's a really small purse and I watched her put only three things in there: eyeliner, money, and some mace...I would have noticed if she had tried to fit a knife in there."
The police found the mace, lying a few feet away and not long after verified that the knife was too large for her to have hidden anywhere.
The man however...
"He was drunk...I guess I upset him, because he took out the knife. I ran, but my mask..."
"Did you drink at all?" the police man asked.
"One shot of that chocolate liqour stuff."
"So the mask fell, suddenly changing your vision. Then what?"
"I stopped running for only a second. He grabbed my hair and I sprayed the mace over my shoulder to try and get him to let go. He dropped the knife because, I'm assuming at least, that I had gotten it all over his face. I dropped the mace and picked up the knife, hoping he would leave me alone...I guess he came at me again; I can't remember that well...I might have stabbed him in a panic, but the next thing I knew he was laying there bleeding."
"But you didn't call right away. Why?"
"I was in shock I guess. I was trying to remember everything that had happened...Meggie showed up a few minutes later."
"Alright," the police man said nodding. "We'll see if your story checks out. But for now, we'll rule it accidental..."
Danielle nodded, her face a mask of worry that covered the ecstatic happiness she felt. It had worked and she knew there would be no flaws. She wished she could tell V, but he had disappeared just as planned; a fleet-footed murderer that would never be caught. At least, that's what she hoped...
A/N: Yes, I watch CSI and Law and Order. I tried my best to make it seem likeDanny really had outsmarted the police. Good lord...so many foot notes...Ahem.
(1)...How tall is V anyway? I'm just assuming here...since in the movie, Evey was shorter than him...so I rightly assumed he was tall...(Bwaha, a helpfulreview gave me Hugo's height, so I'll use his...since, ya know...he was the actor...)
(2)Danny is starting to cry because her arms and legs hurt...she's not one to cry over something like calling someone a name.
(3)Meggie is really loud; let's say she had cheerleading for a few years and learned how to holler properly: With your diaphragm! In other words, she isn't that close at all...
(4)Danny is a really clever young lady and though she's a bit shaken up, she can still think if it's for something important; say her life and "V's" for example. Yes, I know "V" isn't stupid, he could have easily planned something out. But he wanted to give her a chance. Because I said so.
(5) Meggie's drunk (really drunk); it took her awhile to find Danny. Okay? Okay.
Let me know if there are any flaws in Danny's logic (and mine). I might use it later, actually. Woo, this was kind of long...P.S. Chocolate Liqour tastes like cough medicine. It's gross.
