Auxilium Angelus
Chapter Three: Awakening
A/N: Vale! After much deliberation, I present you, great readers of V for Vendetta fan-fiction, with chapter 3 of Auxilium Angelus. This one was fun to write and we finally catch up with our favorite characters. I didn't expect so many reviews, so I am pleasantly surprised. So please, keep it up! It's people like you all that keep me going!
Since you all have been so patient, I reward with a long chapter; the longest yet!
Now, let's get started, shall we?
Disclaimer: See the summary people, but I do not own anything except for something
~VESCOR~
It was a cool, humid night in London. Evey wished she back inside the Gallery, finishing up her reading of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, rather than cooped up in this tiny area of surveillance van in front of the newly built Parliament building. Four years had passed since the night she welcomed the young woman into the shadows of the hidden world. England had finally had some peace to nurse her aching wounds and the citizens finally could be themselves; true that meant more crime but the reformed government handled the translation of power very well. Evey had joined forces with Parliament 2.0, after declining an offer to become the new Prime Minister. She joined Finch and Dominic as political speakers as well as agents in running Britain's Intelligence Agency. For two years, people enjoyed the bright change of liberty and citizenship.
However, a percentage of people began to complain, unhappy about Parliament's new ways. With this uprising gave an opening toward the FORN party, otherwise known as Norsefire under a new name. Their appearance about a year ago cause uneasiness as well as anger in Parliament, yet options in political candidates were allowed by law; one of the first passed by new MP's. Evey, Eric and Dominic were assigned to keep heavy surveillance on the hazy group.
This was the explanation for her current station outside the new headquarters of London's finest. A gala was held by each party to push their influence upon outside nations. Lately, there had been a rush in the BIA when some anonymous report came in, FORN party leaders were noted meeting with various leaders of a Far East terrorist organization. With a possible security threat, the surveillance was pushed harder and longer, extra attention pointed toward this evening. Their main target was a man by the name of Mr. Richard Derev, an old college friend of the now dead Mr. Creedy. Mr. Derev is a powerful man, the leading candidate for the FORN party, standing a solid 6 feet with graying hair and a deep rasping voice. He was nearing his fifties and currently in the middle of divorcing his second wife. His first marriage ended tragically when his young wife, Nicole, died of murder. There had been rumors claiming Richard as but no evidence could be brought up to file a charge against him. The pitiful thing was the couple had a two year old son, named Nathaniel. Richard married again, an older woman by the name of Celine Crowne. Their union lasted for about 15 years, which is until Celine filed a divorce after suspecting her husband had been cheating on her with several younger women. Nathaniel is now 17, a graduate of Oxford with a bachelor's degree in political science, using his talents to help improve his father's political field.
A plan had been put in motion to try and catch FORN in the act of their 'unpolitical' act. Evey adjusted a small knob controlling the frequency of the radios used to contact her comrades.
"Hammond to Finch, is phase one underway?"
"Phase one, 95% complete, we're waiting for team Delta to report in."
Evey was about to hang up when his voice came back over the wavelength, "Is your agent ready?"
A small smirk spouted on her pink lips as she replied, "My agent is in position, just be ready to move in when the command is given."
Her ears clicked as the line canceled out.
~VESCOR~
Richard Alexander Derev always had a way with people. His personality was so appealing, so defined that he could charm his way into anyone's life and get the most interesting details to come out. Due to this natural magnetism, his movement into politics wasn't that difficult. Making a name for himself and a reputation for the FORN party was of most importance to him. That was why he was nominated for party-leader; his determination and resourcefulness.
The gala was turning out so well. So far many political leaders of the middle and Far East seem to side with him and his ideas of a "golden cage". Most likely it was due to the rival of power between countries, but any advantage he could take, he would. Now was the crown gem of the evening, quite literally.
Down the long, luxuriously decorated hallway, hidden behind two lavish oak doors, was the last person he needed on his side to gain enough support for a coup d'etat over the bullocky brutes that stand now in the palace of Westminster. He was so close; victory was inches from his grasp, he could taste it. The only person that stood in his way was a baroness. He would the "privilege" of meeting a rich, highly influential baroness of the now dominating country of Hungary.
Now, in his line of work, Richard knew better than to prejudge anything in his line of work. However, this situation seemed rather straight-forward. He was going to have a bitch of a tine trying to persuade an ancient, pre-historic dinosaur to give in to his theories. Perhaps he may repeat himself a few thousand times if she's hard at hearing. Her dull, lifeless eyes would show no signs and that made his job five-times harder.
Casting a nod to the guard beside the door, he straightened up his black satin tie and tried to ease his grumbling worries. The guard knocked on the door three times and it graciously opened revealing the posh setting of red cushions, gold mirrors and a crystal chandelier. A warm fire crackled in the fireplace; giving a warm, inviting feeling to the parlor. The gentleman entered the room and began to get worried when he didn't immediately see the old woman. A voice called from behind him, and he turned to face the sound. Richard immediately lost his guard as his eyes gazed across the room to stare at the hostess of the voice. Standing in the middle of a large open balcony window, assembled with opaque window pane embedded in silver painted frame, was not an old hag but a young woman of 16. Her body was tin and rather curvy in physique; clothed in a sapphire-blue, floor length, low-cut, princess gown. Her skin was pleasantly pale, almost having an aurora illuminating her body; her thin wrists and neck were bedazzled with sapphires and diamonds. Her long, ebony hair was done up in a smooth bun, a tiara of diamonds shimmering in the rays of moon light that bathed her. However, it was her eyes that really captivated his attention. They were not dull or lifeless at all, oh they were a deep cerulean, rivaling even the hope diamond with their gloss and shine. Of all the women has met, and 'dealt' with seemed to fade in comparison to this girl.
"Mr. Derev," the figure breathed, "Forgive me; I must not have heard you come in."
Her voice was so soft, delicate even, not what he was expecting at all. He soft eyes glanced over toward him, a swift feeling of lust and desire suffocating his thoughts as he struggled to maintain him position.
"It's quite alright," Damn, his voice was hoarse; "I suppose I could have been louder with my presence." He could feel his left hand tremble as he shoved it in his pants pocket, "Shall we sit down?" The baroness lightly smiled and nodded, daintily crossing the room to a small, black roman daybed. Sitting herself down, she coyly patted the cushion rather close to her, a faint smirk arising on her light pink lips. Richard felt his blood run through his veins at a heightened speed as he sat next to the heiress.
He started the usual tirade of pathos, logos and ethos to get some signs of remorse out of the girl although most of the time his thoughts had been interrupted by any moment she would touch her neck, dragging her hand down the bodice of her corset, covering her action claiming the heat of the room bothering her. It took a few times of repetition for his mind to suddenly click into place.
She was flirting with you, you dimwit.
"Honestly, Mr. Derev-"
An enlightened smile grew on his face, "Please, call me Richard."
"Richard. I'm not exactly excited when it comes to politics. It's not my forte, so to speak." The baroness' blue eyes semi-closed in underlying boredom; the slight dusting of silver eye shadow enhancing their natural, sparkling luster as they slid over to look into his own.
The middle-age man, ever so slightly crawled his fingers across his section of cushion to her own, picking up her blue satin gloved hand. Her eyes lit up as he slid the cover off, pressing his lips against her creamy skin. "I'm quite sorry madam, but unfortunately it is my job."
"Is that all you do? Sit around and charm young ladies, like myself, with words of political rivalry and cunning?" Her eyelids batted, showing of their length, "I find that rather hard to believe."
Oh, she would have no idea the battle the man had with his very aroused feelings. The urge to jump the fair maiden, fluttering her dark eyes at him while she spoke, tear of that skin tight, form fitting dress; to kiss and touch her body everywhere. She was so tempting, so divine, so sexy…
The battle he unfortunately lost.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he had one hand griping her petite waist, his waist trapping her split legs on the sides of the bed.
"Mr. Derev? What the blazes are you-?" Her eyes were now frazzled, her complexion glowing pink in color, obviously embarrassed. This panic pushed him forward even as the girl pushed him away. His face assaulted her neck, licking and biting the tender flesh that resided there. His hands, pulling down the soft fabric of her corset, tried to remove the blasted cloth away from her smooth breast. Derev traced a path from her neck up to her ears, muttering as he went.
"I'm only satisfying that curiosity of yours, my dear." His voice was huskier as he nibbled at her earlobe. The girl somehow managed to find enough strength to push him off and opened her mouth to scream. Before a word could pass through her mouth, his paw had covered her lips, muffling her cry for help. Her eyes widened in terror as she felt an evil smirk grow on his face, the cloth beginning to slip from her grasp.
"There's no trying to fight." his voice still ragged as he turned the girl around to face him, his eyes flaring with passion. He grabbed her chin, hearing her muffle as he lifted it to force her eyes stare into his own. Slowly, Richard closes his eyes, pulling her chin closer to his lips, desperate to quench the sexual desire now burning into his body.
Instead of bliss, he was greeted with pain. Lots of pain.
He moaned and crumbled to the floor, the tranquilizer still searing in his chest as the world faded to black.
~VESCOR~
"Not tonight, Mr. Derev." The baroness smirked as she rose to her feet, the frail portrayal of feminine weakness vanished from her eyes as a strong, confident mural of strength replacing them. The girl reached up and tugged on her golden hair; the artificial strands pulled off to reveal a pelt of midnight blackness. Dropping the wig, the girl reached up and touched the sapphire necklace, pushing a hidden button and spoke to the air around it.
"Agent, reporting in. Is that enough evidence for you, my lady?"
"Yes, Vivian, that more than plenty. Report back at the rendezvous for debriefing." The familiar voice of Evey Hammond crossed the waves as the girl smiled in pride.
"Very well, madam, until our paths cross." Removing the necklace, she dropped it in-between her breast, holding it there for safekeeping. Vivian stopped, looking a down at the elderly man's body, how awkward it appeared and how she was to deal with it. Evey had special instructions not to kill him, but oh she wanted to mess with his mind. He was the type of man who deserved to have been tied by tens of horses and be pulled to shreds. A suspicious smirk grew on her lips as she removed a pair of handcuffs from a small pocket she rigged in the dress.
~VESCOR~
Evey drummed her fingers against the dashboard of the surveillance van, patiently waiting for the familiar shadow to swiftly glide into the back of the secluded van's frosted doors. Of course she knew that it would take some time for her to arrive and she wasn't worried about her safety, Vivian knew how to handle herself. However, Mr. Finch, currently sitting behind the steering wheel, was obviously anxious, his muscles tensing and his lip being gnawed to pieces by his upper teeth.
"What's taking her?" His vision slipped to the rear view window for the fifth time as still no image appeared to his fret.
"Now, Eric, she'll be here any moment. She was raised better than to keep people waiting." He lips curved into a frown as the radio bleeped, alerting the two adults of an incoming message. Mr. Finch picked up the mouth piece and clicked a knob along the side, tuning into the dial as he spoke, "Go ahead."
"Mr. Finch? Team Delta reporting in, we've been alerted that FORN now knows of our presence. We've pulled out mostly all agents." A male voice came over the intercom and Evey felt her heart quicken.
Oh Vivian… "We need to get her out of there!" Her harsh whisper escaped her mouth as the look on Eric's face matched her worry.
"Pull all agents out, immediately! I'm not going to let anyone risk their lives, not at this stage." Finch clicked out, throwing the radio on the holder and put the car in gear. Evey threw her hands on top of his, "Wait, she's not here yet."
"The missions been confiscated, we need to pull out!"
"Give her, five minutes Mr. Finch. Five minutes: nothing more, nothing less." Her solid pools of honey brown challenged his decision. Eric thought for a minute before releasing a deep breath.
"Alright. Only five minutes, though."
Evey removed her iron grip from the leather wheel, casting her eyes out the window at the full glowing moon. "That's all she needs."
~VESCOR~
Richard pushed his way through the darkness, forcing his heavy eyelids open to the dim artificial light of a table lamp. He moaned, shaking his head in anticipation of dispersing the haze of midnight as the world came back into focus. He tried to cradle his aching head, only to find his hands having difficulty moving. A sense of panic filled him as he struggled against the bonds shackling his hands together behind a pole. He realized he had not left the parlor containing the charming seductress he had desire for. Cursing himself mentally, he strained to see a pair of handcuffs restraining his movement. A small shadow moved in the corner of the room and Mr. Derev had no time to prepare as a figure leaped at him, scaring the bloody nerve out of his already weakened system.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Derev?" The figure stood to her feet, her dazzling ocean eyes causing an epiphany to strike him.
"You…" He muttered against his bonds as the female came into view. Gone was the blue princess gown and replacing it was a more conservative wardrobe. The black silk attire fit her body nicely, not a wrinkle to be seen on her dark shirt, pants and vest. A long cape attached across her neck, casting a gossamer shadow around her thin frame. High heeled leather boots accompanied a black sun hat shading most of her face. However, a sapphire colored mask covered most of her upper face; forehead, around her eyes cutting off the white skin at her cheeks. The only hole existing was the two oval shapes that allowed her portals of blue to shine darkly with now discrete scheming quality that assumed her perfectly.
"What the blood hell do you-?" A leather gloved hand pressed against his lips, stopping his blasphemous from exiting.
"If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is men who can't control themselves." Her voice was deathly cold, wrapped in hatred, as she removed something from her cape. It was a bomb, oh god an actual bomb.
She smiled wickedly as it slid easing onto the lapel of his coat, sweat now trickling down his brow, quite visibly. "I wouldn't move if I were you. Explosives and sudden impacts do not go well together." The figure dramatically turned to face the balcony her only way of escape as she moved toward it. She stopped posing her hand on the door frame as she heard her trembling prisoner whisper, "What's your name?"
Half-turning in melodramatic mood, her voice sweetened as she began to speak, "And what good what my name be to you, Sir Hunter?" Twirling around fully, she smirked, "Only a fox, for that is all I shall ever be to you. The vixen that lurks in the shadows of our mind, and just when you think you have me cornered, I always manage to slip away."
Removing her hat, she bowed, "Adieu, Monsieur." Quickly returning the accessory to its proper place, she ran an amazing speed and jumped over the banister and into the night.
~VESCOR~
One minute. Blast it, Vivian where are you? Evey now was drumming harder as Finch kept his eyes on the wristwatch attached to his arm. 30 seconds…
A loud thump of top of the vehicle frightened them both off guard as Evey recognized the weight up on the roof. It's her.
"Drive!" She yelled as Eric slammed on the accelerator. Smoke flew up the tires as Mr. Finch burned asphalt, out of sight. The back door flings open and in rolls the masked heroine, landing on her feet and hunched over figure, similar to a cat. The door banged closed behind her as if it never opened.
"You were cutting the timing rather close there Vivian. I had to convince Mr. Finch to wait for your arrival." Evey smiled as the van hit a wet curve, skittering on the road. Vivian smile back, "Forgive your enemies, but first get even.*" She smirked toward the driver who shook his head, "I must find better things to do on my Thursday evenings."
The loud chimes of the newly constructed Big Ben rang throughout London. With the curfew lifted, more people enjoyed the nights roaming the cities clubs and streets. A rather large gathering had joined in a large park a few meters from Westminster palace, lighting off fireworks with great delight. Finch pulled the van up to the curve, relaxing to the sounds of children laughing and artificial lights illuminating the sky. "That reminds me," Evey shifted in her leather seat, turning her head to face the girl in the back area of the car, "Happy 16th birthday darling."
To this Vivian only smiled, casting her blue eyes out the windows and up at the full moon above them.
~VESCOR~
17 year old Nathaniel Derev sat in his father's office, awaiting the return of his parental guardian through the heavy bolted doors. He had received word that Parliament had tried to sabotage the gala held by the FORN party and their allies that evening. A group of agents snuck their way in and had recorded various conversations' between politicians and terrorists. The worst bulletin of al was to hear his father had been planted with a bomb in the west branch of the building. The device was phony; a simple timer strapped with red painted rods fooled the bomb squad moved in place. It wasn't until the time counted down to hear the sound of England's anthem erupt from a small speaker enclosed in the device. After cutting Mr. Derev loose from his bondage he called the party over early for the safety of the guest as the ball room was searched for any more explosives.
The loud slam of the door caused Nathan to let loose from his thoughts, his tuxedo clad father, tie removed stormed into the room.
"Father, are you alright?" The boy was most concerned with his father's wellbeing. However, the elderly man's red face and simmering glare told him otherwise.
"Who the hell do they think they are?" He slammed his reddened fist at the mahogany desk, making jump from the impact. "Infiltrating the gala, frightening our guests and making us look like unprepared cowards! If I ever get my hands on the bloke responsible…" The heavy breathing was the only sound hearable in the large room. Taking a moment to compose himself once more, he turned to his son, "Nathan, my boy, this is exactly why those snakes shouldn't be in Parliament. They are so desperate, that they ruin the fun and activity of opposing forces. Note this day, this is Parliament's downfall! Get back to your work; I am healthy, if not embarrassed. Call Donavan in here on your way out." He sat down, gathering the papers around him in an effort to look busy. Nathaniel began to leave, not bothering to glance back at his father; it would do him no good anyways.
As soon as the door closed, Richard let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The press and media would be all over them in the morning. The gala had ended disastrously, that concerned him, but it was the woman who lured him in with her hypnotic charm had troubled him the most. She weighed heavily on this mind, taunting his very existence. He did not know her name, or anything about her. That girl had aroused something within him, something he had not thought he still had. Then she left him, tied and frazzled laughing at his imperfections. He turned his chair and stood walking over to the window he had opened earlier, hoping the cool November air would sooth his nerves. She would pay most of all.
For no one escapes Richard Derev and lives to mock his existence.
~VESCOR~
Jeanette slipped quietly through the white tile hallway, careful not disturb the patients sleeping in the make-shift room around her. It was very late; the day had been rigorous for her. A new installment of patients arrived when a bomb exploded in the more low economy section of London, the economy harshly shaken after Norsefire's brutal yet glorious fall. Although the collapse of the tyrannizing government was welcomed after V's idea revival, it seemed obvious that a fully developed country could not survive without some kind of structure. The people agreed that they would allow Parliament to stand once more as long as they didn't interfere with the rights and laws of the people. Westminster palace was rebuilt to all its stature and the government, with firm shackles from citizens, began to run again. This came in use when it came to forming allies in other countries, like Japan and Australia, even with all the bitter past between the lands. However, with the FORN party growing, ex-rebels are becoming kidnapped or mysteriously vanishing into the night, only to be found a few days later, dead in front of their homes. With news of FORN making peace with Middle Eastern nations like Turkey, Iraq and Saudi Arabia, terrorist attacks on small bombs and fires have been growing. Small, unknown centers like the one she had been running had swelled to capacity in the past four days. This lead the woman doctor to pushing her own physical limits of food and sleep, all to help those innocent to the violence try to return to normal.
Dr. Pembrooke yawned, for what she counted to be the forty-second time that evening alone, and glanced down at the wristwatch wrapped to her arm. The time had barely gracing midnight, as she moved to a desolate hallway and down a series of stairwells to a concealed hospital room. Jeanette had been treating the revolutionary terrorist "Codename: V" for the four year time span. She had managed to stabilize him in a semi-conscious coma during his first year stay, however he had not woken up in three years later, and her hopes of his survival were depleting swiftly. Upon opening the door she was stunned to see the bed, once carrying the non-moving figure of the terrorist, to be empty. It caused a paralyzing moment of fear to enter her brain. Had someone found his body? What if he had awakened? This world was one painful one to suddenly arise too. A heavy push from behind her, shoving her into the cold plaster wall; a sharp knife threateningly close to her neck only caused her fear to grow. Her eyes widened as she tried to hide the terror entering her body from showing. The dark figure lifted its head to reveal a new acrylic Guy Fawkes mask.
Jeanette tried to relax her muscles as she spoke, her tone warm and inviting, "Hello, it's good to see you as well."
~VESCOR~
4,336 words later, I finally update. So, I hope you all liked that. I like to write my stories similar to that of a movie are blocked. Okay, please read and review and favorite. I really do appreciate it, and it urges me to write faster!
VALE!
-Phoenix-LOL