She stood in front of the house. She looked at the tall, white building and pitied the person living in it. He had only minutes left to live. Such a waste. Evey went to the door and looked at the lock. Code. Quietly she went around the house, looking for a way in. She glanced up to the night sky which was raven black with only a few stars on it. It had stopped snowing and the sky lost that grayish color which it had shortly before a snowfall. She looked around. The windows were closed, the alarm was on and the security was at its maximum. But like every fortress, this one had a weakness. For once Evey was grateful for being both small and thin. Easily she slipped in through the air conditioning system. It was freezing cold and icing and she froze slightly, but didn't care. Evey continued moving through the conditioning system, almost soundless. She was like a light wind, like breeze or a gust of air, easily moving. After a few meters Evey finally found a hole. She carved it open and crawled out, into the kitchen. Her first impression was a highly polished floor, almost sparkling, and the walls were light green. This seemed to be a very typical British family, shortly before Christmas. Evey walked across the floor, glancing around. In the hall there was a Christmas tree, decorated in all sorts of colors. For a moment Evey felt sad. This was a family. The mayor didn't live alone. Because she saw some presents under the tree, clearly being to some child. Maybe a son. Or a daughter. Evey looked at the table next to her. She was right. They had a son. She picked the framed photograph up and looked at it. The mayor, with his wife. She was pretty. She had blonde hair and blue eye. She was perfect. But she was guilty. Evey looked at the boy. He looked just like his mother. So nice and innocent. Such a waste.
Evey slipped up the stairs, making almost no sound at all. She'd do it quietly. She'd quietly end their lives in their sleep. No pain, no fear. Just let them die in their sleep. Evey slid a knife out of her belt around her hips and made herself on the way to the bedroom door. Suddenly she heard steps. Someone was up. Quickly Evey pressed herself against the wall, feeling the cold blade of her weapon against her chest. She held her breath. The door opened, and the tall blonde from the photograph fell down onto the floor.
Evey looked down at her victim. She hoped, hoped with all her heart, that she hadn't felt anything. She had done it so quick. So clean and pure. One cut, one death. She looked at the scarlet red blood which was quickly spreading over the floor. Evey sighed. Yes, what a waste.
"Darling? Are you alright?"
Evey looked up again. It was the mayor. He had heard her fall. He knew. She slipped into the room, hid herself in the shadows. There was almost no light in the room, only a streak from the lamp outside the house. She looked at him from the side. He didn't know. He didn't know what kind of fate he would suffer. But Evey noticed his face was shiny. He was nervous. He had a good reason. He stepped out the door and gasped.
"Christ…"
He turned around, and that was his last movement. The mayor fell down next to his wife. His blood mixed itself with hers. Evey didn't move. Just felt the red blood dripping down from her knife. She wiped it on his pajama and turned around. No one was there. But she had heard a sound. A sound, coming from the closet. Evey opened the closet door. No, this she couldn't do. He was merely a child. She would not kill a child. Evey found herself staring into a pair of baby blue eyes. The little boy was shaking, his face wet from tears. He was tightly hugging his teddy bear. Evey looked at him.
"Go. You don't' want to see what happens next. I'm sorry you had to see this."
The boy froze for a moment, then jumped up and ran out of the room. Evey didn't move. Maybe he was going to the police. Maybe not. But he wouldn't probably return. Maybe it was for the best. After a few minutes of sulking, thinking of what had just happened, Evey laws on her way leaving the house. No one would ever see it again. She was probably the last one to have seen it. Evey put her knives back and took a little bottle out of her pocket. She spread the oil around the room and entrance, all the way to the stairs. It would be better if everything just vanished in a fire. She lightened a match and threw it into the oil. The wood immediately caught fire. Evey watched the flame grow. All her pain, all her sorrow, would disappear in this tongue of flame. She saw it burning, sparkling. Evey sighed and remembered all her painful memories while watching the flames licking the walls of the house. She turned around and walked away. The house would be down to the ground before someone would even notice the fire. Maybe this was the best end the mayor and his wife would get. Maybe this was the best way. Evey looked back. It burnt. Nights like this, she felt released. She felt free. She had taken someone's life but set her own free. This was her vengeance against what this government had done to her. To her family. To V. Now she was repaying them sincerely.
