Behind The Mask : A V For Vendetta Tale : 1
The room twirled with excitement. Hundreds of colors spun round and round. Masks were everywhere, in every shape and size, every color and class. One, stood out from all the rest. An eerie grin spread across its face. This masked man began to step towards you, sending chills up your spine.
"And...Its 6:00 am on this lovely morning chaps, we have a slit chance of showers today and here's your local news..." Your radio alarm buzzed through your ear, waking you from your strange dream. You slowly climbed out of your bed, and walked to the shower. As the hot water fell onto your body, your dream repeated itself over and over again through your head. You had had this dream before, when you were younger. In a way the dream frightened you. But it was the mask that frightened you most. Somewhere, you had seen it before. It was a Guy Fawke's mask, and your mother had shown it to you when you were young. She had told you to remember this mask, for it may come back. Now, it seems this may be true.
You climbed out of the tub and looked in the mirror. Drying your long curly hair, you pondered on the thought of the mask. Could this be the mask of V? The man who saved your mother from rape, saved his people and their dying government, and became the first love of Evey Hammonds life. Lost in thought, you didn't even realize the time, and ran into your room to change.
Your new apartment was lovely, right by your school and had a wonderful view of London. Your mother had helped pay for it, for your birthday. You had just turned 22, almost done with college and ready to start a new life. This apartment was just the beginning.
First class of the day was history, ancient history. You were here at Oxford to become a historian, but that was not your only plan. Since you were young you had danced in a ballet, and now, you are staring in the London Ballet Troupe. It had taken years of hard work to get to where you are, but every last drop of sweat has earned you plenty. After history was an archaeology class, you had wanted to become an archaeologist since your father died. You father was a well-known explorer and historian, and he was your idol.
Once all your classes at Oxford were over, you headed to the ballet studio to stretch. As you changed into your leotard and tights, a power outage swept through the halls. You left in complete darkness, since it was 6:00 pm. You quickly put on your regular shoes and headed towards the entrance. Everyone in the studio was there, but no one was going outside. Running up to the manager, Carol, you asked what was going on.
"Anna, you need to get out of here, quick!" she whispered to you, pulling you away from the crowd. "Their back!"
"Who Carol? What's going on?" you asked in a panic.
"Fingermen, Anna, this can't be happening." She said, on the verge of crying. Hugging her, you tried to calm her down. Through her tears she said, "Back before the great explosion, Sutler had secret police, Fingermen , stalked the streets and killed all who were out after curfew or disobeying the law."
"But I haven't disobeyed the law, Carol, why are they here?" you asked, beginning to panic.
"I don't know, but what's important is that they are back." She said, crying more. Suddenly there was a loud crash, and the crowd began to scream and run away. Men dressed in black armored suits jumped through the broken glass, and began to place black bags over everyone's heads. You quickly got Carol on her feet and helped her run away, but soon she stopped you. "Anna go, I will stay here and find out what is going on."
"No Carol!" You said, dragging her with you. She let go of you and ran back towards the chaos, back to those black bags. Slowly you watched her run away, but then heard noise coming from behind you. Quickly you ran up the winding stairs, soon realizing they had seen you. Running as fast as your legs would go, you made your way up the stairs, the Fingermen not to far behind.
Once you got to the top, you saw a small door that lead to the roof. Quickly opening it, you ran across the cold, tin roof. Suddenly you heard the door open behind you. 3 Fingermen stood at the door, guns pointed towards you. Backing as far away as possible, you hit the edge of the roof.
"That's it now, just come with us and you won't get hurt." One of the men said, lowering his gun. You shook your head.
"Who are you? What do you want?" You shouted at them, as they came closer and closer.
"We only want to talk." They said, but you wouldn't believe them. Looking over the edge, but remaining faced to them, you saw that there was a large garbage bin of trash besides the building.
God help me.
Looking back to the men you smiled and jumped over the edge, tumbling down to the bin. You roughly hit the trash bin, but it was better than the ground. Looking up you saw the men staring down at you, cursing and arguing with each other. As quickly as you could, you jumped out of the garbage bin and headed towards home.
As you scrambled through the streets with your hurt ankle, you began to realize that someone was following you. Turning around quickly you saw no one, and began walking again. A few minutes later, you heard a cough from behind, and spun around. There, stood the three men, now holding knives. Turning but getting nowhere, you felt a large hand clamp around your mouth. You felt and sharp pain in your arm, and realized that the man was cutting deep into your skin.
"This will teach you to run away from us." He whispered into your ear. "Wont it?"
With the shake of a head and the twist of the body you're slammed your kneecap into his groin. As he fell to the ground in pain, the other two men ran towards you. Kicking one in the stomach and punching the other in the face sent them flying, as the other man stood back up. You took his knife that had fallen to the ground, and stabbed him through the heart. Pulling it out quickly, you hit the man coming behind you, turning around you stabbed him in the chest. Heading towards the last one, you saw that he had already been killed. A long knife was in his chest.
I didn't do that.
Looking around for the intruder you saw no one and finally gave up. As you began to walk away you saw that another figure stood in your path. Sighing you stopped, and looked at the man. He was tall, dressed in all black, and had 5 knives in his hand.
"Who are you?" You demanded. Saying nothing, he moved towards you, placing his knives in sheaths that spread across his stomach. Walking past you, with his hat covering his face, he went over to the bodies, pulled the knife out of the mans chest and turned to you.
Looking up you saw that he wore a mask over his face. Not only a mask, but a Guy Fawke's mask. You suddenly realized who this was. It was V! Shocked, you dropped the remaining knife and backed away. He looked down, sighed, and began to walk towards you.
"There's no need to be afraid Anna." He said in a deep voice. You stopped. How does he know my name? You watched wide-eyed as he stepped up towards you. He bowed once he came a few feet away, and said, "You may call me V."
"I know who you are." You said softly. He nodded his head in return.
"Yes, it seems you do." He said. "You use a knife well. How did you learn to fight?"
"Uhh..thank you." You said confused. "Well, my mother sent me to a private fencing school."
"Fencing is a very difficult sport, I see you have taken it up well." He said.
"Thank you." You said looking to the ground. "Umm..well.didnt you die? I mean, that's what my mother told me."
"I did, but the idea I represent lived on." He answered coldly. "To your mother and all of the people of London I did die, but I am back now."
"But. how, why?" You asked.
"How is not important, why, as you can see, the government is beginning to change." He said. "And not the kind of change we need."
"You mean those Fingermen back there?" You asked.
"Yes, this government must not go back to what it was." He said. Before he could go on a sound of men came from behind you. "More Fingermen, come we must go."