Emotions Motion
Chapter 1
The mask cracked.
The pieces fell.
And the screams.
Oh the screams. He could still hear them. They filled his ears. Then V discharged life. Life was no longer Utopia. It had never been that way. People shouldn't be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of the people.
Backwards.
That was life. Just for being human. Human needs, human emotions. That was a flaw the populace did, the populace ingested.
Flawless edges that were perpendicular to each other. Thats what he had to become. Thats who he became.
Thats why he wears a mask.
Four walls that offered only sadness. His cage that wouldn't let the light in. After all he did have a garden at one time.
Masks were great for hiding scars. One accident could turn someone human into a scar. He could still feel but he was numb. He could see but he couldn't tell.
Tell the awful things. The many awful things they did to him.
Actions. No one could see him. It was just too easy.
Yet something was wrong...Where did this feeling of anxiousness come from? Could it be the girl who helped him? She looked different from the night before. She didn't look as painted.
He painted another color on the mask. Blue. For indecent. Or should it be green for envy? After all envy and jealously were different matters all in their own. Thats how V felt.
Seeing Evey again, dancing for the first time. It gave a off the impression of deep color. A sturdy brown. Yet brown was often used to describe anger.
He was angry after all.
Angry of what he had become.
Angry that his light was slipping away. His light that came in every color. His light that wouldn't judge him. His light that would love him.
And he would love that light too.
If she would let him.
V wrapped his arms around her. And they slowly waltzed around the shadow gallery. And all he could feel now was
peace.
TBC Or Not?
R&R
(A/N): I still need to work out the kinks. In the comic book of V for Vendetta the prisoner in room 5 was allowed to have a garden. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!