Ohmygod. I've gotten the nicest messages/reviews and this story is like, 1 day old? Ugh. Thank you.
Now, I should put in some warnings. There is language, violence, and blunt rude-nature. There are other "M" rating things coming later, but of course, I can't spoil anything. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
News of the 5th of November swept through London like wildfire. People began to wonder if V, the mysterious terrorist, were to come back. People wondered if there was a chance for justice, or a chance for freedom, or a chance they'd see even a hint of either justice or freedom again. The last 5th of November, the true rebel arose within them. People's original morals seemed to explode in flames as they watched the fireworks destroy parliament. Secret societies of V had formed. People worshiped the mask. People wanted to see the masked figure once more slaughter the Sutler Regime and destroy it. The people, wanted to rule their own land.
The government, feared this. They feared the mask, but not their people, no. They are well aware of the weakened, frightful state of their people and they use it against them. But, because of the string of murders, the city was even under tighter security. Lester had tightened up the security, as he realized things were turning to shit.
The killings became sporadic as high ranking officers soon faced their deaths. More people were killed in the brutal, harsh, and disgusting way. Randomly, uncontrolled, people fell dead. Each of them, had their very own heart in their mouth. They would feel her pain.
Life seemed to become a plague. Opening her eyes in the morning was not very pleasant. A pair of beautiful eyes fluttered open and a light sigh escaped perfect lips. Evey, reluctantly, let the covers fall over her shoulders as she carefully sat up from the bed. The girl was never really a morning person. The day was too bright, to welcoming. It didn't feel pain as it should have. Everyone should be allowed to feel total and utter pain. Rather, they should feel it every day, moment, and second of their lives.
It was a long night, a very long night, and the day was not welcomed as she awoke. She'd have one day to broadcast what she needed. One day, to get the people riled up. They already knew of this day, the 4th of November, would be followed by the 5th.
Her soft hands ran along her smooth shoulders and neck, falling down onto the sheets as her eyes fell closed. A sigh escaped her lips as she began to stare blankly at the white sheets. This, was going to be the day she made a statement. Evey, was going to cause a revolution in V's name. Her vision became slightly blurred, realizing that over the course of these 11 months, her passion for V's cause only grew.
And, her passion for him as a person, grew. Evey never stopped loving V, which was probably, despite what Evey wanted to believe, the reason why she was so determined to cause such chaos.
Evey carefully slid out of bed, her thin toned legs were bare as she wore only a simply tank. There was no use being dressed in an empty house. Evey smoothed back her raven hair, letting the natural waves go wild. Her hair needed to be tamed for tonight. She had to look like V in every way, shape, and form. He is what the government was afraid of, not some girl. So, that is what Evey did. As her hair grew back in, she dyed it and trimmed it to perfection.
As Evey entered the main room of the house, her body moved over to a large glass case. In that case, was a mask. It was a guy-fawkes mask, yet, this was real. It wasn't one of the mass produced ones sent out on November 4th last year. This is one of the masks V actually used. She found it in a broken mirror soon after his death. Evey remembered holding the mask in her hands for the first time, lightly touching the thin white paint. She could feel her hand's on the glass case, as if wanting to breath through it and hold it. But, that was for later.
Evey glanced behind her, her eyes watching the clothing she wore when she went out into town. On a mannequin was a full length vinyl, black suit. It reminded her of catwoman. This suit; however, had various slits in which it held a variety of swords and blades. It was only a matter of flicking her wrist or kicking her leg to activate it. It was a sexy and lethal suit that Evey designed and spent long nights over.
The girl then made her way to the kitchen, her eyes falling onto the ingredients before her. Bread, eggs, and butter. All real, all stolen. Evey, at first, felt guilty from stealing all of this food, but she soon became accustomed to the lifestyle. Time to make a bread basket. It was the only lifestyle she knew.
"Are you joking? This must be a joke." A loud voice boomed over the intercom.
"Please, Mr. Sutler, we are handling the situation accordingly," Mitchell Lester aruged in the boardroom,"The killings were brutal yes, but the wound cuts aren't as precise or as deep as a trained killer. This is clearly some sort of facade or some back up plan the terrorist had installed before he died. This is the last wave of terror."
The screen before the group of 4 men containted that of a young man. His face was smooth, his eyes a piercing aquamarine, and his hair a dusty blonde in color. He was beautiful. He was also Sean Sutler, the leader of the totalitarian government that currently resided over London. "You think that this is just some after shock? 50 killings?"
Lester nodded his head,"Precisely."
"Bull shit." Another voice boomed in, that of Steven McFarst. He was the current detective on the scene, the one who replaced Finch after his sudden absence. "The last thing this could be is some after shock."
Steven was older, with dusty blond hair to match his incoming beard. His eyes were a dark brown and his size was larger. He also had quite the tongue, greatly from his experience and ego. He could say what he wanted. Steven then continued,"I find this to be predecessor, rather than some idiot who was paid by the terrorist prior to his death."
The room went silent. Sutler's face seemed to become confused,"You think the terrorist harbored an apprentice?"
"Precisely," Steven said aloud, shooting a glare to Lester. Of course, mockery was a way to get to that man,"If he has an apprentice, then they would not simply give up. It would explain why there were 50 killings as opposed to 5."
Lester shook his head,"I beg to differ. The killings were that of a novice. While it may differ from the previous terrorist, this one merely has the ability to kill. Not in any manner that will last for long. The previous terrorist had quite a way with killing. I doubt his apprentice would lack in any area of murder." Lester's hand formed a fist, his knuckles turning white. He did not like to be questioned. Lester's green eyes began to send death glares to Steven.
"Your finger men were killed. Are you putting their abilities to be put into question if they could be killed by a novice?" Sutler asked with such a harsh undertone. Even his overwhelming persona could be picked up from the screen. It was just as if his father were to be lecturing.
Lester shook his head,"The abilities of my men are fine. It's the trickery of this figure; its how they got so close to my men that poses a question."
Finally, another voice entered the conversation. Leslie DeLuccia, also an older woman, chose to interfere. She decided that now was the time to give her two cents,"The autopsy results show that it was from a knife that the person was killed. It could only be in a close range for a knife to make such a deep impact to kill a man."
"Unless he or she was skilled at throwing, thus making this person more of a novice than previously stated," Steven interjected,"I find it hard to believe this is just some fanatic, Mr. Sutler."
Leslie nodded her head in agreement,"I believe the past terrorist used knives as well, and knew exactly where to put the knife to implicate a fatal wound. All of these wounds, were as the pervious terrorist had done . It very well couldn't be a civilian."
Lester then shot a glare to Steven and Leslie, before simply saying,"I have put out a warning and increased the level of police since the last attack."
"You should have put it up earlier," Steven fired back, his dark eyes seeming to shoot bullets,"You clearly don't know what you are up against."
The last man in the room, Amster Wreck stayed silent. He recorded the conversation as well as gave his opinion at the end. He was Sean's personal assistant and snitch. His dog. Amster didn't do anything unless Sean thought of it first. He was the physical manifestation to the person on the screen.
"You are all acting like immature brats," Sean scolded, shaking his head. He slammed his fist down onto the table. "Lester, fix this. Catch the killer. No one should be facing death under your watch. Understood?"
"Understood."
"McFarst, I expect a full report on this murder's capture when Lester gets to it. I want this terrorist's death bed shown to the city. I want them to fear us again." Sean shouted, his perfect face being morphed with anger. Amster glanced up to the large screen, his short body standing up. "Thank you sir." He said in a tiny voice with his large ears jetting out from the side of his head. He bowed to the man before him, followed by turning off the video feed.
The room was dismissed.
"I swear to fucking god Lester." Steven shouted as the two left the room,"You clearly don't know the velocity of the kind of murderer we are facing. They know where to hit and how to hit it. If that's not enough of a threat to you then maybe I can give you something to be afraid of."
Lester simply followed behind, his medium frame simply shrugging,"Then you run the armed forces. You clearly know what's best."
"Sarcasm isn't appreciated, Lester. You were wrong." Leslie said aloud, breezing past the two. The woman held herself so highly as she exited. Lester's eyes followed the woman to the door, watching her. "Bitch," he sneered under his breath.
"Asshole," Steven said bluntly allowed,"Learn your facts," before exiting.
Lester simply froze. His face was red with anger as Amster came behind him. "Breathe." The small voice said aloud, patting Lester on the back,"the 5th of november will pass. You can kill as many people as you want that attempt to revolt. Anyone you want. Hold it in for a few more days."
What do you think? I thought I should make a bit of side-conflict and show the terror in the government itself. It makes it seem more real. Please review on your way out!