Behind The Mask : A V For Vendetta Tale : 3
The quiet streets were suddenly quiet no longer. Knives were thrown, shots were made, and lives were taken. Suddenly you were on the ground, surrounded by dead bodies. Your head stung, so did your stomach. Attempting to look down you saw what you thought was a knife, sticking out of your stomach. There had indeed been Fingermen, 20 of them to be exact. Every last one was dead on the ground, or at least getting there.
You heard a faint whimper beside you, in that sudden silence. Turning your head you saw V, lying on the ground hardly moving.
"V." You choked, spitting blood out onto the ground. He slowly turned towards you, and you covered your wound.
"Anna. are you...alright?" He stuttered. Shaking your head you lied to him, as he stood up, almost falling. "Come. Anna, we need to...leave here.. quickly."
Trying your best to show no pain you pushed against the stone wall and slid up. Attempting to go to him, you fell into V's arms, coughing up blood.
"Anna." He said quietly, lifting you up.
"I'm fine V, I promise." You lied as V began to walk you back to the Shadow Gallery, trying to keep the knife out of vision. Noticing this, V removed your hand and stopped. "No" The last thing you noticed was V's hand grabbing the knife and pulling it out of your stomach.
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The sunlight was warm on your skin, a smile was placed on your lips. A faint sound of a violin played in the distance. Looking around, you noticed flowers, many, many flowers. Everything was quiet, no one was near. You walked in the direction of the music, the wind caressing your skin. Suddenly there was a man, standing in the flowers ahead of you. He played the violin so well, such beautiful music came from his fingers. And then, as if it had struck you with a bullet, you knew who this man was.
"Anna!" Your mother's cry rang in your ears, your eyes snapping open. You were in your old room, at your mother's house. Sitting up, you clutched your stomach, and fell back down onto the pillow. Your mom hugged you tightly, kissed your forehead, and nagged at you about fighting.
"How many times have I told you to keep out of trouble?" She said placing a wet cloth over your forehead.
"Sorry mum it seems to always come to me." You said as she checked your temperature. "How many days have I been out?"
"3 darling, now lay back down." She answered, gently pulling you back onto the bed.
Once she was finished checking up on your she left and you sat quietly in the rather large room, looking around at all of your old things. Suddenly the door opened.
"How are you feeling?" You heard from the doorway. Turning you saw V. You nodded and smiled, looking back at your old pictures. V quietly walked up and sat on a chair beside your bed.
"I loved taking pictures, I would spend hours in the gardens trying to take the perfect picture."
"They came out very well" V said quietly.
"Was it hard?" You said to V, turning to face him. "Seeing mum again?"
He was silent for a moment, his gaze to the floor. Then, he looked up to you and answered, "Yes."
You sighed and smiled. "I know she was happy to see you."
The two of you talked quietly for a few minutes until your mother came in and asked to see V privately.
Slowly making your way out of the bed you looked towards the window. The green fields spread far and wide, it was beautiful. You leaned against the wall and stared out into the horizon, wondering what was going to happen after this, what would life be like from this point on?
"Don't tell me, it's just a flesh wound?" You heard from the doorway. Turning quickly you saw your friend Marcus smiling at you. "You'd better be okay Anna, I mean it." He came up to you and gave you a hug, kissing both cheeks and handing you a bundle of flowers.
"I'll be fine I promise!" You told him as you changed into some clothes. Thankfully he was gay so it didn't turn him on. "I'll be coming back to London in a week."
"You better, we need you there." He said standing up. "And now I have to go, Carol has started practice for the Masquerade already, so you better hurry up and get well." He said, kissing you again and walking out the door. You laughed at your friend and watched him leave.
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"Thank you V, for everything you have done for her." Your mother said to him as he sat down. You watched from the attic above, you had always spied on her when you were young.
"I'm glad I can help her." He answered softly. Your mother began speaking again, but you couldn't hear a word. Your head pounded and your wound was bursting with pain. You looked down to see blood seeping out of your shirt. Suddenly memories of the past came into your mind. You felt dizzy, and then, something blunt went to the back of your head.