Behind The Mask : A V For Vendetta Tale : 5
Jim Rodger's Journal
Day 15
In the fires of her mind, nothing is predictable, nothing is safe there. She is unstable and corrupt, but more useful than anyone we have experimented on. I can see her now, lying breathless and still, eyes slightly open, gazing out towards the sun that flows into her newly made cell.
The day she broke into the board meeting, killing almost all of us, was unbearable, just writing about it now gives me a head-ache.
There is something strange about this girl, so innocent, yet so dangerous and ruthless. Her new-found ability telepathy has changed the science world incredibly, too say the least.
We began testing her telepathy today, what a wonders thing it is. As of now, the only things she can move are small solid objects, though when provoked, people as well.
She is moving again, I shall go and check up on her.
Day 18
Her hair color has changed, from a dark brown to a light, almost golden brown. Still don't know how or why.
Day 25
Her eyes have changed. Once a pale/grey blue shade, are now ice blue, piercing lights in the dark. Have our experiments changed even her eye-color? First her DNA, then her hair color, and now her eye-shade?? What is happening here?
Day 33
She has become uncontrollably angry, lashing out at anything within her reach. And it doesn't help she can move anything with her mind now.
Need to go...there's a broken window I need to fix!
Day 45
The chaos began at midnight, as everyone was shutting the place down. As I was making my way towards the front entrance, I saw her.
She stood quietly in the light of the moon, which seem to shine down only on her. Her eyes were closed, as if she were in deep thought. Suddenly she looked up, her piercing blue eyes meeting mine, and I felt an unbearable pain shoot through my head. I heard someone whispering, but I couldn't understand a word they were saying.
I looked up and she was gone, glass shattered all over the floor, spots of red all over the walls, bodies everywhere. She had done it again.
I knew then, this would be the last I would ever work for this government
V threw the small black journal to the floor, cursing to himself. Evey sighed and picked up the book from the floor and placed it in her lap.
"She's out there somewhere," Evey said softly, her eyes on the book. V buried his masked face into his hands, trying to figure out what to do.
Evey grabbed the remote control from the table and flicked on the TV. She scrolled to the news, searching for answers.
Nothing.
That is how it has been for the past 2 1/2 months. Anna was somewhere, alone and hurt, maybe even dead. From the journal, it sounded like Anna was powerful and angry.
Evey stood from her chair by the fire, and walked over to the large glass window. The snow had begun to fall, and the darkened clouds formed above. V stood and walked over to her, placing a loving hand on her shoulder.
"We'll find her, I swear it." he said. She closed her eyes and smiled, as if in deep thought.
"Thank you," she said, looking out into the distance. There was something calm about her, but V couldn't understand what or why. Suddenly, as if he were hit by a bullet, V fell to the ground, moaning in pain.
"V! V!! What's wrong?!!" Evey's shouts were lost in the deep darkness in his mind. So much pain filled his head, but he didn't know why.
V?
Someone was with him, but it wasn't Evey. It was a young, soft, almost naive voice, soothing to his ears. It took the pain away. The darkness burst away, and was placed with bright sunlight, something he hadn't seen for many years. There were pink flowers underneath him, and someone standing behind him.
Anna?
Hello there...
V couldn't move, but he felt a small hand press against the back of his.
Your alive
There was a soft giggling coming from her, her hand now grasping his.
Of course I am silly!
Are you...alright?
I'm surviving...and you?
Alright, Anna, what has happened?
More laughter.
Oh you're such a worry-wart! I'm okay, just a little...shaken...
Where are you?
There was a soft humming, as the wind blew against V's chest. Then, as quickly as this had come, it was gone. Anna, the flowers, the light, all of it. Gone.
There was a soft breeze that blew against your body, a smile placed on you lips. The small pink flowers that surrounded you were beautiful in the sunlight. This place entirely was beautiful, how you came to it was unknown to you.
You remember the chaos, you remember the cell, and you remember the killing. But then you found yourself here, in the small abandoned cottage, the roof gone, and the sunlight pouring in. There was a sense of peace surrounding this place, giving you hope to go on.
It was unbearable to live with the fact that you had killed many, careless and heartless. You sat alone in this place of humble, watching the clouds drift from each other, reveling the sun. V had been there, with you, as you had wished. And as quickly as you had made your wish, there he was, behind you. Then, he was gone. You had wanted to tell him so much, but only laughter and tease came out.
You had to go and find him, to let him know you were safe, make sure he was too. But where were you? There was not a building in sight, this wasn't London.
Standing, you walked out of the rundown place to take a walk. There were tree's all around, and a field off in the distance.
Wait a tick...this is...home?!!!
Running off to the field far away, you were over-come with a burst of happiness, the joy of seeing mother and V again coursing through your veins.
The house came into view, your old memories running through your brain. The lights were on in the main room, and the curtains were draped back. Someone was home!
"Mother! V! I'm home!!" you shouted as you came closer to the house. Just as you were about to reach the gate of the backyard, a burst of pain shot through your head, and you fell to the ground.
V and Evey ran to the window, looking out. There, in the grass before the gate, lay Anna. She looked as if she were sleeping, peacefully amongst the flowers. Just as V had remembered.
As he ran out to her, Evey behind, he thought of all the moments they had shared together. The dancing, the fighting, the love. Yes, he did love her, as he did Evey. But Anna was different, he didn't have to teach her to be strong, he only had to guide her to safety.
"Anna, Anna?!" he pleaded, lifting her off of the ground. Evey wept as she saw her unconscious daughter in front of her. Anna had bruises all over her body, cuts as well. They took her inside, and lay her down on her bed, Evey calling for a doctor.
V sat beside Anna, his gloved hand upon her pale one. She sat still, occasionally groaning. Sometimes, V would lean in and brush the hair that came across her face. About an hour later, V heard the doctors rushing up the stairs, and stole away from the room. He watched from a secret are as the doctors examined her, cleaning her wounds and checking her blood. After hours of tests and medical experiments, they left and Anna was alone once again. For 3 days she didn't move, she was lost in a coma that no one knew the span...