A/N: Gomen. I know it's been a while, but I've been too damn lazy to update. My time has gone to Deathnote, Final Fantasy X, and reading other fanfiction. I promise I'll try to update faster for you people who want more. :D

I do not own V for Vendetta.

Chapter 5: A Dangerous Game

One month later…

"C'mon, guys! Run!!" I shouted over my shoulder.

Rodney, Anthony, and I were running at a full sprint. Our destination was a chain-link fence and the junkyard that was behind it. Behind us were about twelve Fingermen led by Investigator Bryson. I heard Rodney lose his footing behind me so I stopped and spun around. He was on the ground and two Fingermen were about to pounce on him. I looked to the side of the narrow alleyway, and there was a trash can. I ran over to it, knocked the lid off, and dug around inside. I felt glass underneath my hand. I took it out to see that I had found a whole glass beer bottle. Taking aim, I tossed it with all my strength. The Fingerman that was about to arrest Rodney was hit square in the forehead. Glass shattered everywhere and he fell backwards onto the other Fingerman behind him. They both fell to the ground with a thud. I started to run over to Rodney. The Fingerman who had been knocked down by the unconscious one stood up and walked over to Rodney. I let forth a battle cry and lowered my shoulder into him, tackling him to the ground. I pinned his arms down with my knees and brought my elbow down on his nose. There was a crunch and a spray of blood. The man screamed in pain. I stood up, walked over to Rodney, and helped him off the cobblestone. Together, we ran to the chain link fence before Bryson and the rest of his men caught up. Anthony was already there waiting for us. He pointed to the top of the fence.

"It's razor wire! There's no way we're getting over this!" he exclaimed.

"Just climb it!" I said desperately. "We don't have a choice!" Anthony nodded. I grabbed onto the chain links and reached the top in seconds. I could hear Anthony and Rodney scrambling up next to me. I took a deep breath and put my right hand on top of the fence. The razors were already cutting into my skin. I ignored the pain and placed my other hand on the top of the fence. The razors cut into my skin again, making me shriek with pain. I used the strength in my arms and swung my left leg to the top. I pulled myself upward and vaulted over. While I was going over, my left leg brushed up against the wire. A razor tore its way down my jeans and cut into my skin. When I landed on both feet, immense pain seared up leg my leg. I immediately went on one knee to see the damage that had been done. There was one long tear, starting from my knee and ending at my ankle. The wound bled profusely and I knew that I couldn't run as fast. Rodney and Anthony landed next to me unscathed. They both kneeled to see what had happened.

"Bloody hell, Theresa. That's one hell of a wound," Anthony said. I made to stand but fell to my knees again. The pain was unbearable. Anthony immediately took my right arm, put it around his shoulders, and wrapped his left arm around my waist to support me. He stood slowly. The pain wasn't as great with Anthony's help. I took a deep breath.

"Guys, we have to get out of here or they'll surround this place. We have to find the entrance or some other way to get in and out," I said. I took another deep breath and my head started to spin.

"I don't think Theresa's gonna be able to climb any more fences tonight," Rodney said.

"There's a side entrance across this junkyard. We came over on the right side of here, so we'll have to just head straight across. In the alleyway directly across from that entrance is one of the many pipes into the sewer system. If we can get there, we'll lose Bryson and his men," Anthony explained. I could hear Bryson and his men yelling and their footsteps on the stone.

"Christ, you guys! Let's go before they surround us!" I exclaimed. Rodney ran at a slower speed and Anthony was going as fast as he could with me. Thankfully, the junkyard wasn't that large and the side entrance Anthony talked about was wide open. The alleyway was right there beyond the gate.

"C'mon chaps! It's right there!" Rodney yelled. He took off at a full sprint and disappeared into the shadows of the cobblestone alley. Anthony then released me and then proceeded to pick me up. He put his arm behind my knees and lifted me upward, me groaning with the pain in my leg as he did so. As soon as he had me secure, he charged out of the side entrance and into the alleyway. When he turned the corner, I saw Rodney already waiting at the sewer tunnel entrance.

"Hurry up, chaps! They'll be all over us in a minute!"

Anthony ran over to Rodney and ducked into the sewer tunnel pipe. Rodney followed suit and put the steel grating back into place, ensuring that Bryson wouldn't be able to follow us. They started to run down the tunnel and into the sewer network, Anthony still carrying me.

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Not even a minute after we made our escape, Investigator Bryson was in the alleyway across from the side entrance. He looked around then threw his flashlight down on the ground in utter frustration.

"Dammit!!" he cursed. The other Fingermen had soon caught up with him.

"What happened?" one of them asked.

"Those fucking kids got away! Again!" Bryson said angrily. "Another goddam failure! And I think one of 'em was injured. I saw denim on the razor wire." Bryson punched the wall in anger. "Bloody gits!! I sick of 'em beating up my men and gettin' away with it!!"

"Sir, what do we do now?" another Fingerman asked. Bryson was silent for a moment. When he spoke, it was through his teeth.

"What I should've done a long time ago. Gettin' those fucking kids arrested!!" Bryson crushed his flashlight underneath his boot.

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Rodney roundhouse kicked the steel grating out of the pipe. Anthony, still carrying me, stepped into my apartment building's alleyway. Rodney followed suit and put the grating back into place. When we reached my front door, I shakily pulled my key out of my pocket and unlocked it. My hands were so shaky from adrenaline and loss of blood that I dropped my key on the floor. Rodney pushed open the door and Anthony grabbed my key. I hobbled over to the couch and collapsed on it. Rodney turned on the living room light.

"Theresa, sit upright and roll up the torn pant leg. I'm gonna see if I can find a medical kit," he told me. I nodded, too worn out to say anything. Anthony helped me upright and gently rolled up my left pant leg. Not two minutes later, Rodney came back with an emergency medical kit that I had never seen before. Rodney looked at my wound.

"Well Theresa, yeh got lucky. I don't think yeh need stitches. I'll just get all the blood off and clean out the wound."

"Well, at least it's not bleedin' like it was," Anthony said. I let out a sigh of relief. Stitches was the last thing I needed since they would impair my movement and if Mom saw them…I'd be dead on the spot. The only thing I had to worry about was just concealing the wound until it healed. I took a quick look at my hands. They weren't nearly as bad as my leg, for all they had were a few cuts.

Funny. I thought it was way worse than this. It sure as hell felt and looked that way…well, the smallest injuries do hurt the most…

Rodney wiped off most of the blood with a piece of cloth and proceeded to clean the gash with hydrogen peroxide. It stung, but I was able to ignore most of the pain. When he was finished, he wrapped my left leg in a bandage.

"There yeh go. Try not to walk on it too much and get plenty o' rest. Also, don't let your mum see it and check on it as often as possible. Now, lemme see your hands," Rodney said. I held them out to him. Rodney raised his eyebrows.

"Huh. Yeh didn't bleed as much as I thought you had…"

"Yeah, I thought that was weird too…oh well. The lighting wasn't really that great in the junkyard so I couldn't see my hands all that well. Also, the mass amounts of adrenaline made my awareness to pain worse," I said.

"Well, it looks like your hands will be fine. Don't worry 'bout 'em too much," Rodney said. There was a moment of silence between the three of us. I was sitting on the couch, Rodney was kneeling in front of me, and Anthony was sitting next to me. Suddenly, I had a revelation.

"Guys…you know what this means right?" I asked.

"What what means?" Anthony asked.

"Our escape. Things are gonna start to get ugly."

"What are yeh talking about, Theresa?" Rodney asked.

"Think about the past month. We've been going around beating up Fingermen and Bryson's been chasing us all over the district since we started. Soon enough, he's gonna come under fire from the police since he hasn't caught us yet."

"Oh no…" said Anthony. He had figured out what I was getting at.

"Exactly. He's gonna get help. And that's when the game really begins," I said.

"Who's he gonna go to for help? With a record as bad as Bryson's, no one's gonna want to step in and help 'im arrest kids," Rodney countered.

"There's one guy who would even consider," Anthony answered. "Detective Erich Finch." Rodney stood up.

"Finch? He'd get his help to try and bag us?" Rodney said incredulously.

"If he gets Finch on his side, we're gonna have a way harder time getting our ideas of rebellion out. Finch is one the police department's best detectives and if we make a mistake with him…," I drifted.

"One mistake with Finch is gonna earn us a one-way ticket to the slammer," Anthony finished. He let out a huge sigh. "This is bad, chaps. Really bad."

"We're just gonna have to be extra careful. Also, there's still a chance that Finch will refuse," I said. Anthony and Rodney gave me looks that said Yeah right.

"Oh, alright! Finch probably won't refuse Bryson's call for help…he does follow a code of helping others when they need it, no matter who they are," I admitted.

"Even if it is Bryson," Rodney joked. The three of us laughed. There was another moment of silence, then things got serious again.

"Alright guys. I probably won't show up tomorrow night or the night after, so I want you guys to tell everyone about the possibility of Finch coming into the equation. Can you two do that?" I asked. They both nodded.

"Good. Now then, you guys wanna stay the night?"

"What about your mum, Theresa? She'll tan our hides if she finds us here!" Anthony exclaimed.

"Mom's out again. She won't be around 'till the end of next week," I said. Anthony looked at Rodney, expecting an answer. Rodney nodded.

"It won't hurt if we just stay for tonight. Besides, our parents don't care where we go or when. Just as long as we don't get arrested." Rodney yawned. "Well, I'm goin' to turn in. What 'bout you chaps?"

Anthony gaped at Rodney like he just slapped him in the face. "Rodney! Yeh forgot to tell Theresa about…it."

Rodney's eyes went wide. "Err…right." I had no clue as to what they meant by "it." As far as I was concerned, they could've been talking about anything.

Rodney pulled a plastic bag out of the jacket he was wearing and handed it to me. Inside of it was a flower. It looked like a red rose but it wasn't the same. There were no thorns and the petals were different than the ordinary rose. I gave Rodney a puzzled look.

"When and where did you find this?" I asked.

"You remember our first night out when we beat the blimmin' daylights out of those Fingermen?" Anthony asked me.

"Yeah…"

"Well, we went back just to make sure we didn't kill anybody," Rodney explained. "When we got there…" He stopped. Anthony was silent as well. I arched my eyebrows and gave them worried looks.

"Guys…what happened? What did you find?" Rodney took a deep breath.

"They were dead. All of them. Even the one we didn't fight. All their blimmin' throats got slit open." My eyes widened, my heart started hammering, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

"No one saw you there…right?" I said slowly.

"No, we didn't get seen," Anthony assured me. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Good. The last thing we need is to be accused of murder and treason." I relaxed a little, relieved that we wouldn't be fugitives.

"So the rose…any ideas as to who left them there?"

"Nope. No ideas at all, but whoever it was, they're damn good and we owe them," Anthony said. Silence.

"Just one question…" I asked. "Why didn't you two tell me?"

"It was never brought up and we didn't want to make yeh worry," Rodney said. Although I was a little disappointed with them for not telling me, I had to give them credit for caring.

"Hmm…well, I'll research the red rose look-alike tomorrow. Right now, I just wanna sleep," I said. "You guys cool with the couch and the floor?"

"Yeah we'll be fine. Don't worry 'bout tit," Rodney said.

"Well, night guys."

"Night," Rodney and Anthony both said.

I stood up and hobbled to my room. I closed the door, changed into my PJs, and climbed into bed with the plastic bag Rodney had given me.

I still don't recognize the red rose look-alike…I've never seen it before. Who could've left that at a murder scene? My best guess is that it was one guy…but who? No one in their right mind would murder Fingermen. Must've been a psycho who didn't have a clue as to what they were doing…or it could've been a pro with his own agenda. Hell, I have no bloody idea…it could've been anybody. But like Anthony said, whoever did this had our gratitude. We don't need the title of "murderer" added to our names.

I got out of bed, put the plastic bag on my desk, and lied back down. I would just have to put the rose out of my thoughts, for I needed to rest and get my leg back to normal.

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A/N: Hopefully, you all know who the rose belongs to…if not, then no biggie. Just some big, unknown question that will be answered. :D

I'm sorry if it ain't exciting, but it's about to be in like the next 2-3 chapters! Trust meh! XD

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