-Chapter 4-
V walked slowly along the corridor. Silently. They mustn't see me... V had come from the right wing, though V's room was on the left side of the bottom floor, V wanted to leave Mr. Noires room for last. A peek into Mr. Nichols room. Sleeping like a rock with gun under pillow, the slight bulge gives it away. V continued down the hallway.
Michael is wide awake when he hears a soft barely audible tap.
Tap.
Tap.
It stops at Nichols room. No. Not taps. Footsteps. Bare foot footsteps. They were light, almost weightless. Who would be looking into their rooms at night? Stein? No. The steps were too light for stein. The girl, Ainsley they had spoken of? No. Ainsley sounded more like a maid. And she would see them in the morning, why would she want to see them at night? It was someone who couldn't see them person, who couldn't be seen in person.
Tap. Tap.
The steps approached his room and stopped at his door. His door was partly open, so a sliver of light shone into the hallway. He closed his eyes, "hello, V."
He opened his eyes just soon enough to see a flash of hazel eyes and then... Silence. No more taps. Michael silently got out of bed and went to the door. He opened it to the blackness of the hallway to find no one there. Even running, he would have seen at least a glimmer of him. But no. Not a trace. And the sudden absence of footsteps... His hand found the rail of the balcony and he leaned over it slightly to peer down. 10 feet drop to solid porcelain. As he pondered this, Michael went back into his room and closed the door. He didn't want anymore surprise visits. Something still nudged at him. The light steps. Too light for a grown man. V has existed for more than 15 years, so V couldn't be a child. He knew.
V is a woman.