Chapter 5: Face on the Milk Cartons
Evey woke up around three in the morn' when Danny returned home. Usually, Evey wouldn't wake up if Danny wandered in a bit early, but Danny also, usually, never knocked when she visited so early. Evey had given her a key for such instances. Danny also wasn't visiting to talk about some dream that she wanted to get out. In fact, it didn't seem to be Danny at all.
"Danny?"
"Miss. Hammond?"
Evey rubbed her eyes, before noticing that there was, instead of Danny, a police man standing on her door step. Evey's brow furrowed in confusion. Had Danny done something stupid?
"Is something wrong?"
"It has come to our attention that Miss. Hammond may have been an accomplice in the act of terrorism against Englad," the police man explained.
Evey blinked. "Really? I wish I had known, I would have asked her to stay."
"She isn't here?"
"Evey went to visit a friend for awhile," Evey explained, findining it almost too easy to lie at the moment. "She didn't tell me where though...she's probably cheating..." she said, putting on an angry expression.
"And who are you?"
"I'm Gina Monroe, the, apparently, not good enough girl friend." She said, a twinge of anger in her voice. 'Gina Monroe? What the hell kind of name was that...?'
"Alright, Miss. Monroe. When Evey returns, please notify the authorities right away," He said sternly, writing her name down on a piece of paper that Evey didn't notice him take out.
"I will. I can't believe she lied," Evey muttered bitterly, looking extremely upset.
"Good day, Miss. Monroe," the police man said, giving a short nod of his head before walking down the walkway and to his car. Evey shut the door behind him, rubbing her eyes as she sighed. 'Shit.'
v
Danny decided not to bother Evey so early in the morning, so the police fropped her off at her own apartment instead. She hadn't wanted them to drop her off, simply because she didn't want them to know exactly where she lived at the moment. She had a feeling it would cause problems. (1)
Sighing, Danny wandered into her bathroom to take a shower. It would sting like hell, but it would help calm her down a bit or at least get her mind off of things. Maybe.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Danny screeched, pulling her arm out of the water that was pouring from the shower head. 'Maybe I'll take a bath instead...' she thought, inspecting her arm.
It was bright red where the skin had been scraped in the fall. The bleeding had stopped, the pain hadn't. Letting out a frustrated growl, she began filling the tub with water instead. Shufflinf out of the bathroom, she grabbed her radio from her room, yanked the cord out of the outlet, and set it on the floor in the hall outside the bathroom, plugging it into an outlet there.
"Alright," Danny muttered, peeking into the bathroom. "Almost full. Good, I feel gross."
Turning on the radio, she decided what was playing was food enough and walked into the bathroom, turning off the water.
It hurt getting into the bath water, but not as bad as the shower had. 'Besides,' Danny thought, sighing. 'It's much more comfortable...'
"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces..."
B-r-iiing...B-r-iiing...
"God dammit!" Danny hissed, her eyes snapping open. "Of course they would call now."
Grabbing the towel that was hanging on a hook beside the bathroom door, Danny wrapped it securly around herself and stormed out of the bathroom. Not only was it 4 A.M. but she was trying to be hygeinic here!
She nearly knocked over the base she had grabbed the reciever so quickly, not to mention forcefully.
"Yeah?" Danny greeted, a bit agitated.
"Danny? It's Evey. Sorry if I woke you."
"No, I just got home. I was taking a bath-"
"Oh, sorry for getting in the way of your hygeine then, I didn't mean to. Look, can I come over for a bit? It's important."
"Yeah, sure. The key is in the usual place."
"Thanks Danny, you're an angel."
Click.
Danny set down the receiver and stood for a moment, before shuffling back into the bathroom. Sighing, she unplugged the drain and watched the water start to disappear.
"So much for that..."
v
When Evey walked into Danny's apartment, she saw that Danny had made Mac and Cheese. Yet another of her unusual cravings.
"Hey, Evey," Danny said as she walked out of her bedroom, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail. "You can eat some if you like."
"No thanks," Evey said as she sat down on Danny's couch. "I for one do not like Mac and Cheese for breakfast."
"So, what was so important?" Danny asked, putting some of the strange breakfast into a bowl. She set it down and opened up another one of the cabinets, standing on her toes to see all of the food inside.
"You remember the story I told you, right?"
"Uhm, duh. Are you here to tell me it's a lie?" Danny asked, standing normally again with a can of tuna in her hands. Her face showed curiousity, but Evey could tell she was bracing herself for the worst.
"No, it's not a lie. The police have reason to believe that Miss. Evey Hammond was involved in the acts of terrorism against England...probably because I blew up Parliament," Evey explained, sighing. "Finch must have let something slip..."
"You mean that detective guy?" Danny asked from the kitchen. She was currently draining the can of tuna. "I thought he was an honest man..." she muttered.
"Well, either way, I need to disappear for awhile...Preferably before six..."
"So, you're going to pack up some clothes, food and money, hop in..." Danny paused, making the pieces of tuna smaller.
"I don't think you should take your own car...if you leave it in the garage, they'll think you vanished, or got kidnapped, or something. Your best bet would be the next bus out of here. Flee the country!" she said as she sprinkled the tuna over her Mac and Cheese.
Evey stared at the carpet. Danny had spent a whole weekend deep cleaning it...both she and her apartment had smelled like soap for two days. "I really wish I didn't have to disappear."
"Well, most people wouldn't like that thought," Danny said, eating her breakfast. "But I think it's for the best. Lay low for awhile, make them think you're missing. I'll even put your face on a milk carton."
Evey grinned. "Thanks...I should probably be going now though."
Danny sighed and set down her breakfast on the counter, before walking over to Evey and giving her a hug. "Don't get killed, okay? You have my cell phone number, call when ever you have the urge."
"I will, I promise."
v
Evey had been gone for a grand total of four hours. Danny wouldn't report her missing until a week or two later. She needed time to think of a story anyway.
Danny sighed, riding her bike down the sidewalk. She needed the excercise. Something to get her mind off of Evey and V. Off of everything. She felt so...evil, the way she was helping people run away from the law and get away with murder. She knew it was wrong, but for some reason, she also had the feeling it was the right thing to do. Danny also knew that if they found out she'd lied, she would be in as much trouble as the people she helped. She'd be an accomplice.
'Maybe I should disappear too. Then I could be on a milk carton right next to Evey...' She thought, enjoying the wind in her hair. 'Or maybe I should go visit Mark and Meggie. I did say we could hang out sometime this week...'
She turned her bike onto a small side street, one that wasn't so crowded with cars and people. She could take this street and loop back around.
She sighed again and rode her bike into the street. It wasn't as bumpy as the sidewalk. 'I hope they aren't mad at me. I haven't hung out with them in a few days. In fact...I've been spending most of my time with Evey...talking about V...oh God, I'm obsessed...'
Danny closed her eyes for a second, listening to her earrings make a light tinkling sound. Opening her eyes again she yelped in surprise when she realized she was making her way into a busy intersection. Hitting the breaks and turning, though perhaps a bit too hard, she realized too late. The bike swerved awkwardly and fell to the ground, taking Danny with it, into the middle of the intersection. The last thing she heard was a car horn...and screaming...
v
V had taken it upon himself to watch over Danny, since she seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble. He wouldn't follow her everywhere, he had other things to do than stalk her all day, though he thought of it more as playing the role of gaurdian than stalker.
He was glad he had practice lurking about in shadows, or someone would have noticed him. That certainly wouldn't have helped in the least. Not only would Danny be on her own if she happened to be unlucky again, but he couldn't finish what he started...that bothered him.
Danny was currently riding her bike, God only knows why, so it was a bit hard to keep up with her, since she kept changing paces. If he was lucky, which he doubted from time to time, she would head in a direction he would find useful. He noted that she seemed to be undecided as to where she should go. His suspicions were confirmed when she turned down a side street, one that would take her back the way she came if she turned at the right place.
V suddenly had an unexplainable feeling of dread as she neared a busy intersection. 'Stop in time, Danielle.'
It happened slowly, too slowly for his liking. He watched her jerk in surprise and slam on the breaks, turning the bike as if she was hoping she would stop like the actors on motorcycles in the movies. It swerved awkwardly into the intersection and thebike took Danielle down with it.
Forgetting the need to remain hidden, he lept forward, running into the intersection. Car horns and screaming. That seemed to be the only thing he noticed. Kicking the bike aside and scooping Danielle into his arms, he ignored the swerving cars and disappeared to them just as quickly as he appeared.
Danielle would simply be another face on the milk carton...
A/N: Alright, not much to explain this time since I'm sort of in a writing slump. Anywho.
(1) Danny didn't want them to know where she lived because she's worried they'll be watching her. She'd rather have had the extra time she might have gained from them trying to get her address. But, so much for that.
You may all be guessing "Oh, she'll wake up in the Shadow Gallery." All I can say to that is "We'll see..."
Edit: I just remembered a review that Gellii sent me (the spaz with an obsession of the word 'yes') and now I'm worried. Did I really make the cops too...stupid? I'm not a cop, I don't know their procedures...Woops. Oh yeah...I gaveEvey a house and not an..apartment I'm guessing...like the ones on Sims 2 in the city, if you've played that game...ya know, the ones that are all...cool? Psh, what ever...
