Sorry I've taken so much time to write another episode in this saga… this is by far the most difficult story I have in progress right now, hope you like the results.
I don't own V, Q, Huntress or other related character from the DC/Vertigo comics; but Charlene, Eddie and Charles are mine.
5th of November, 12:15
When the illusion of safety has been shattered by the reality old uncertainties come back to hunt the mortals that dwells between their hopes and failures; some of them pretended that didn't listen to the music because they were too tired when they got to bed; some even would claim that they didn't heard the explosion due to the isolation of the room… but in reality everyone in London knew even if they didn't know what happened that things were never going to be the same.
A couple in their mid thirties decided to talk about the explosion in their kitchen, away from the rooms; all they could digest at the time is that the situation was surreal, medieval, just like the many stories of conspiracies against the state, Protestant vs. Catholics, Oliver Cromwell, Queen Elizabeth I, Guy Fawkes you know history book stuff…they were planning on going to bed after listening to the late night show of Lewis Prothero who was finishing the show called voice of London with the over the top and hollow tagline: "Strength through unity, unity through faith, an as always England Prevails" he turned off the T.V, and kissed her little Charlene in the cheek and then followed her wife to the bedroom.
When the music started to play on the streets, the husband who was once a music student recognized the piece as "Tchaikovsky 1812" and told himself he was possibly dreaming, he haven't heard that song in ages…after the hard work in the factory sometimes he was so tired that he didn't know when a day ended and other day started; what happened to the music student who played the cello? He got older and frightened… he loved music but marriage and the birth of their beautiful baby changed all that...the political system abruptly grew distant, aggressive and different was suddenly unhealthy. He had a wife and a daughter and couldn't pay the bills playing in the music conservatory, soon after the Norseparty took over the conservatory was demolish and a memorial for the victims of Saint Mary's was erected.
-Charles darling, what happened? - The wife Eddie asked her husband who was boiling water, the sound of the steam helped to cover up their words, in this small apartment anything can be heard and everyone around might or might not be a snitch. She told herself.
-Can't tell darling, probably they run the news by the telly? - The husband answered while making some tea to calm their nerves... his hands were shaking and spill some of the tea on the table, he took a cleaning cloth from the cabinet and proceed to clean the mess up, he just couldn't stopped his hands from trembling.
-I've heard a loud bang; you don't think they tried to blow up the parliament? - The wife asked her husband again with a worried face.
-Eddie please- responded Charles with a soft loving tone, he took a while to think what was he going to say next - Do not jump into conclusions and keep the plotting conjectures to yourself; we don't want to be black bagged by the fingermen- Charles responded back.
-Yes husband- In her youth she would had argue the tone, but she knows he's right and scared…he is Irish and he was in the Saint Mary's when it happened, 80,00 children died out a horrible diseased that disappeared with the help of a medical corporation with close ties with the current government.
-Hope It didn't wake Charlene up- Charles told his beloved wife Eddie.
-Our baby still slumbers- she said peacefully.
Little did they know that 12 year old Charlene woken up by the fireworks, it's been so long since she saw fireworks with his daddy and mommy…she was ecstatic but didn't feel like calling her parents, she stared at the window for some time and then had a glimpse of two shadows moving past her street, the first one a female with long dark hair and the second is walking with some difficulty while holding his chest with both arms.
There are no coincidences, only the illusion of coincidence the shadow told himself while arriving upon his lair… the final act of his play has just started, twenty years in the making but the explosion and the confusion that followed made it all worth it. Some changes occurred from the way he anticipated: Fist the girl named Evey was merely an amusement to spice my passionate monologue, but suddenly I felt like explaining myself to her, supposedly I just wanted a witness to the attack at the corrupt system which soon will be manipulated by the young and brilliant Dascomb into nothing more than a reconstruction tale gone terribly wrong. It's a shame that his talents are expended in a foolish attempt to control the country.
Second: The American, I first expected to find myself an assassin or a spy send by High Chancellor Sutler, my activities may have not come unnoticed to the party leader Creedy; 3 persons to go to complete my vendetta against the leaders in Larkhill, but I can't stop there…I have to keep pushing until we take out the cancer that is corrupting the peoples hearts, good blokes who care about their families and want a beautiful future for their children; I'm getting ahead of myself.
His provocative attitude was disrespectful yet was original, he didn't know who was fighting and underestimate my skills yet he quickly recovered and help me out of the sewer…he seems to be a man after my own heart….but is too early to tell…the game has just started.
The shadows cover the man as he takes out the wig and the mask leaving an empty silhouette looking intensely at the mirror…searching for his own reflection.
-We have to split up- Q told Huntress as they left the sewers, they were tourist that didn't know their way around town…the were unmistakably sitting ducks.
-Don't be stupid you're injured- Huntress reply concerned.
-Yes, but they are going to be looking for men outside the hotel, women are less likely to be apprehended or incarcerated- Q responded in a neutral tone….he had trouble breathing but his voice had only a slight variation…he was trying to keep focused on the problem in hand.
He's anxious for me That is the idea that went through her mind…she wanted to fight the decision but she is older and wiser now…she shouldn't feel guilty for leaving him, he's capable even injured to take care of himself and she knows that he'll never show any weakness in front of her, not because he is proud…that just his eccentric way.
-Ok, I'll meet you in 5 minutes in the hotel- Huntress quickly run towards the back side of the hotel, trying to break in through the door or a window.
I am 2 blocks away and to get closer to the hotel I've must get to the rooftop of the building, he told himself, in a couple of minutes the place would be crowed with soldiers and believe when I say is their policy to shoot first and ask question later; the old district had the difference that the buildings were not very high…they were centennial and any structural reconstruction was forbidden… he needs to get to his room before the guard woke up, if not…well guess my vacation would meet a rather infamous end.
Creedy was upset, he knew High Chancellor Sutler would be calling any minute now asking for results; they didn't have any…the soldiers haven't been as effective as expected, most of the citizens woke up after the blast…his special forces were 8 soldiers short…he'll have to send an investigating fingermen to find them.
They keep talking about a masked vigilante who kills government officials without leaving any trace, we'll if they want terror…they'll see terror, I'm going to let a demented fool embarrassed me…he'll take action immediately.
-Dascomb, would you please run a 30 second segment about the demolition of the old bailey- Creedy told Dascomb with an arrogant manner.
-Yes, we'll be working on it right away- Dascomb rushed outside the room to call the station, he hated Creedy but was too afraid to let it show.
-Finch we are looking for one man on a black costume- Creedy told the Chief Inspector.
-How do you know that? - Finch replied dryly…He's holding out on me, that arrogant fool.
-We've been pursuing a terrorist for quite some time, he leaves a calling card…a "V', I think this has his signature all over it? - Creedy was not used to give information to anyone, but he must give something to this Irish half breed to work.
-Why wasn't informed of this before?- Finch was not very happy, first he was called upon a yellow emergency, didn't get the chance to use his detectives and now all of the sudden got informed that Creedy knew it was a terrorist attack all along.
-National Security- Creedy shouted finishing any attempts to advance in the conversation.
-Right- Finch looks over the shoulder and finds his lieutenant Dominic, he whispers something and goes out the room, perplexed, upset, but most of all…pissed.
Finch is a good cop… a man with his share of bad nights, but this one without a doubt would be the longest one-
Hope you like what I've done so far… I'm trying to be faithful to the original material while getting one on one with the dynamics of Huntress-Q and Evey and V.
Please review, it would mean so much to me and if you have any ideas concerning the path I must take to make this a better fic, please inform.