November the 4th would turn into November the 5th. A day of justice, victory, and vengeance. It's been a year of silence and solitude; a year of wanting and distain.
Evey fingers the glass case with the beautiful mask inside. Her chocolate orbs skimmed over the contours of the mask, the beautifully painted cheeks with its rosy tint. Everything about it was luscious, including the man who once was inside of that mask. The porcelain once had life, a life that had taken Evey to places far beyond the normal mindset of a simply human. Her vinyl-gloved fingers traced over the edge of the case, her lips parting slightly as her eyes fell shut.
Two years. It's been two years since she had met V in that alleyway so long ago. Two years since her life was forever to be altered in the best way humanly possible. Evey was freed. She was freed from a life of fear and was brought into a life of enlightenment and beauty. A world of V.
A scoff fell on her face, her lips pressing into a hard line. Evey's fists clenched and she forced her head away from the mask. She couldn't look at it now. It was causing her too much pain, too much remorse and she needed to focus.
Evey had found several books on the art of making bombs. It was something she had done well. Countless hours were spent constructing them, figuring out their bits and pieces and somehow, managing to test them in open fields without a single spectator. They had gone unnoticed, as did many of her actions. Her fingers ran through her coarse back hair before she strode away from the shelf.
Her body moved towards the opposite end of the Shadow Gallery, picking up a large black coat that hung on an Arabian Coat rack made of the finest wood of the middle east. The coat was placed on Evey's body and secured by a few buttons. Her eyes then drifted back towards the mask within the case.
For a moment, her gaze stayed fixed on that case.
Her memories flashed. That moment when she took his hand, to the freedom she felt from the simple rain drops. When V told her she was subjected to the Shadow Gallery for a full year and that concept seemed completely mad. The devotion, the passion, his hands on her waist and his warmth sending sparks through her veins. His gaze that she knew was there behind those voids of eyes and that cheshire-like smile.
"For you." With that, a large black beach hat was on Evey's head, and she left.
+It was on the streets of London that McFarst stood. Steven's eyes skimmed the streets for any sign of chaos. Anything. He couldn't seem to understand that there was simply nothing going on that he didn't see. Rather, couldn't predict. Lester's men were scouring the streets, attempting to find something to work off of. But they found nothing.
The cool night air soon surrounded them. It was funny how nothing happened during the day, for the activities, of course, were a night. Just for a show. Just for something.
"Lester is probably shitting himself right now," Steven chuckled, placing his hands cooly into his pocket before his eyes fell upon a bar. The lights were on, way past curfew. They weren't discreet, and noise from various laughing people were audible. Steven pursed his lips before simply shrugging. A bit of gin couldn't hurt anyone. And, he wasn't the enforcer of the law. He was simply a detective. This way, he could laugh with a crowd of people about Lester, drunk, and uncaring.
He loved his job.
So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then, I would suggest that you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.
+Evey moved quickly. Her breath was slow, tamed. Her feet were soft, moving swiftly and her coat. Her large hat was blending into the shadows of the alley's she moved through, her eyes forward and ready. She was ready to start her attack. But first, she had something to do. Someone to meet.
Her movement shifted as she entered a street, her hair neatly bobbing up and down with her strides. Once again, her face was concealed within a large shadow, overcasting her face. The coat whisked behind her due to her speed, her gaze intent on where it was suppose to go. A bar. It was lighting up the street. Yet, the front door was such a blasphemy.
As soon as Evey came near the bar, she disappeared down an alley. Her hands reached upwards. This was something she was so proud of. With a flick of her wrist, out of the little pads on her hand came out sharp blades. They were thick, but small. Evey pulled her body upwards, and with a flick of her ankles, blades appeared out of the toe of her shoe. With this device, the girl in black scaled the wall with ease. This, was something V hadn't done.
Evey was almost like a high tech version of him, brought into a new age with new, invigorating ideas ready to surface. Now on the rooftop, she moved easily from building to building. Yet, she did this with care, for her mind had already calculated the range for which the camera's could capture. The government was blind.
They were always blind.
+Steven chuckled at the bar counter, his teeth flashing widely at the fact that he was being the worst inspector ever under the Sutler regime. He didn't give two fucks, that's why. He knew it was corrupt, he knew that it was bad, but he caught the real bad guys and left the rest to do as they please. Some 'vigilante' could be caught after they left more evidence. The same act of 50 murders didn't leave anything new; they were precise and careful. But maybe, maybe under some new circumstances, things could change.
And things were changing. The air was musty. Pictures of Elvis hung on the wall, covered in a light layer of dust. The walls were painted bright red yet were dull due to the dim lighting and smokey air. It was hard to see, but it made the atmosphere inviting. Steven glanced up from his cup,"One more please."
"Two, thank you," A voice chimed.
Steven's eyes narrowed as he turned to his left, looking to see something ravishing. Besides him was a woman with long red hair, cascading far down past her shoulders and curling in a luscious way. Her entire body was barely covered, her neck exposed and her breasts perked. She was beautiful. Yet, all the was seen was her perfectly shaped lips with a dark red tint. Her dress was a deep red with an open back, revealing the curvature and tone.
Steven's eyes devoured the sight of this beauty. "And who might you be?"
"Whomever you want me to be."
A prostitute? Prostitution wasn't allowed. But then again, everything in this bar was illegal. Steven frowned, shaking his head,"Sorry, I don't do that game." Some things, just some things, needed to be listened to. And, if it wasn't November 4th, he would have taken the pleasure if being completely and utterly distracted.
"How sad."
Yet, it wasn't long before another man sat down next to the woman, snatching her up for the night. He led her out of the bar, and only god knows what happened to her. Probably died. "Dumb bitch."
+Evey felt him on her arm. He was breathing down her neck and he smelt of everything undesirable in a man. But she needed someone. Some dumb bitch. Evey felt his tongue bath her neck in wet, sloppy kisses. Her eyes shut and she gave out a moan, fake, at that. But, she kept moving down the path.
"Why don't we jus' stay still. Why do ya' keep movin?" The man retorted, following after her.
"Fun. I like to have fun. So much of it. And I can only show you in one place. One place where I can make you feel wonderful." Evey kept moving down the road, the man trailing behind at a distance. Rob was his name. Rob the drunk. Rob the idiot. Rob the sacrifice. Rob, would start a revolution. He was going to start a fire that would engulf all of London.
Rage, revolution, everything will start again. Things will fall, people will die. And, then, all of a sudden, it hit midnight. The clock's sound struck, and Evey froze. She stopped moving. Her body, became like a statue and then, Rob appeared behind her. He was gasping, breathing heavily as he gasped,"Finally."
"Remember, Remember the 5th of November. The gunpowder, treason, and plot. I see no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot," Evey's lips whispered. Her eyes were gazing up on the London Eye, the giant ferris wheel that stood in the heart of London. It was beautiful, illuminating the sky and was a symbol of England's beauty. She had moved to where she was needed.
And with those words, the intercom began to speak forbidden words.
"But if you see what I see if you feel as I feel, and if you seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight." It was his voice. The voice of V. The terrorist. His smooth, silky voice ripped through the sky, causing lights to flash on and people to scream. Evey heard the revolution start. She heard people all over London reacting. She felt the energy. She felt his revolution.
"Oh god, it's that bloody terrorist again!"
Evey's fist tightened. And with that, the track then continued. But, it was a different voice. "People should not be afraid of their governments, government's should be afraid of their people." It was Evey's voice. Her soft, smooth voice. Her eyes glanced up from her spot. Her place.
"Buckingham Palace. One year from today. I believe the only way to prove what has gone amiss to to abolish where it all went wrong."
The track kept repeating over and over again.
Evey turned around slowly, her head tiling upwards. A grin was on her lips as she revealed her face to Rob. It took Rob a moment to match the face on the telly, the one of the terrorist, to this one. Evey Hammond. And with that, a mask was strapped to his face. The fun, began.
+It was a long night. A really long night. Steven was called into work because the London Eye began to spew flames. He had approached the giant ferris wheel, his eyes plastered to the sight before him. What he saw, he couldn't believe. The ferris wheel was ablaze, each cart ignited into flames. Through the center, was a giant "V", sparkling in fire. He heard screaming. Screaming of a sole voice and Steven could see the man. He stood at the very top, his arms outstretched(for he was tied), and he was on fire. A symbol. A symbol for what had happened to the man that started it all.
Police cars and fire trucks filed around the sight, as well as civilians. Everyone was watching. Everyone saw. The 5th of November had once more, set the date.
+It was a long night. Evey felt gross, disgusted. Her body was shivering by the time she entered the Shadow Gallery, shutting the door behind her. Her coat was on her body, and her red dress and hat were under her arm. Evey ran her fingers through her black hair, for that red wig was finally removed and shoved into her large black hat. It was horrible. She hated being touched like that. But, it was all worth it. She had sat a good distance away, watching the London Eye light up to the 1812 Overture, the "V" illuminated in the center and the man on top, burning. It was a perfect view, watching the sparks in the air and glittering. It was perfect. If only he was there with her.
Evey could remember feeling the heat of her flames, yet still, it didn't manage to dry her wet eyes. That was the hardest thing to watch, to know that she was alone in fighting for V's ideas. Yet now, perhaps she'd have something more. V was a hero, but through Sean Sutler, the radical notion had been suppressed. Now, it was alive in everyone's memories.
The girl removed the jacket and placed all of the extra items away, placing them where they needed to be. Now, she was in her comfort zone, wearing her suit and feeling protected. Evey felt protected with her weapons. With a small smile, her eyes shifted over to the case where V's mask had been.
"No."
Evey's eyes widened as she dashed forward, her heart pounding deep within her as she placed her hands on the glass case. Her glaze was filled with horror. The mask was gone. Where had it gone! No one had been in here since she left which meant... someone was in the room. Someone was here, in the Shadow Gallery, watching. Waiting. Evey's breath became shallow, and with a flick of her wrist, had a blade out and ready, waiting to kill whomever dared to trespass within her quarters.
They were still in here. She could barely make out their breathing, but it was there. She felt their energy; she felt their silence. Evey's sense suddenly became alert, heightened. Her brown eyes widened, shifting around the room and waiting to hear the slightest of noises.
Silence.
Silence.
Nothing.
Empty.
Silence.
Dead Silence.
There.
Evey suddenly whirled behind her and grabbed what she thought was a person, dragging them into the light. With all her might, she shoved them to the floor and pinned them beneath her, her blade digging into their neck. Yet, when things became clear and her mind wasn't ready to murder, she gasped.
Her entire body froze. Her lips parted, her breathing became caught her in throat and things didn't make sense. Nothing was making sense. How? How was it possible? It wasn't. It simply wasn't. He wouldn't be able to get in here.
"Sean Sulter."
Yes. Yes I just trolled you. It wasn't V. It was the Leader of London. Drop a review if you have the time!