Vivienne ran quickly, careful not to disturb any people or injure herself with the heavy load she was carrying. I know what mum is planning….she smiled a mischievous grin to herself. She was suddenly slapped from her thoughts when her severely acute hearing caught something. The sound of…boots….! Vivienne quickly set down her weapons, stealthy and quietly climbing the wall of the underground. Her hand was on her katana, she was on edge. Both things were ready to be used when called.
The figure with boots, nearly soundless, walked towards the direction of the shadow gallery. He was caped, and had a hat and some sort of wig and a Guy Fawkes mask. Celebrating the birth of the revolution a bit early? Vivienne retorted to her own head. Two months till the celebration of when her father blew up parliament. And two days till her birthday, September the fifth.
She kept her eye on the mysterious being, and when she was absolutely positive the person wouldn't know he or she was being followed, she dashed silently towards the tunnel the anonymous man walked down.
Vivienne followed in the darkness, not caring for the bag of weapons left behind or the fact she would miss practice. Just once doesn't hurt, although I really want to learn how to throw my kunais behind and under me…-
The man suddenly made a sharp turn. Great. He or she probably wants to ambush me. Vivienne irritably thought to herself. She quickly jumped onto the wall, climbing to the top of the tunnel and slowly crawling her way on a pipe towards where the man turned into. He was standing there. Hehehe…didn't expect me to crawl on-
The man threw a knife right next to the pipe Vivienne was holding onto, bursting it. Water sprayed into her face, knocking her down. She fell down, hitting her head on a track, knocking her out almost instantly.
Evey heard something that disturbed her. A pipe bursting. Vivienne was the only one who was down here and she highly doubted Mr. Finch would come without warning. Oh god no! VIVIENNE! She jumped from the couch, completely ignoring what had just been spouted to her. Running to the weapons cache, she grabbed a couple of knifes and daggers, shoving them into her pockets and belt loop. Hold on sweetheart, hold on!
The man stepped forward, examining the young girl. A memory flashed in the deep pits of his mind, as if a person was emerging from a deep smog. "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."(1) The man quoted. The child not only dug up a memory, but also had a striking similarity to….Evey. Her hair was darker, but still in the same color range and, had the same curl, and she had her nose and her mouth.
He knelt down, and was about to aid the child he had injured when he heard a voice in the distance. "Vivienne! Answer me! Where are you?!" That voice. He knew it all too well. His thoughts came back to the knife in the pipe, it was too high for him to grab without making a swift getaway. Hopefully she would think the child had done something ridiculous, he couldn't risk getting caught now. Not after he had been out of Evey's life this whole time. He quickly walked into the darkness, disappearing into it as if he was physically part of it.
Evey pulled out her cell, immediately calling Mr. Finch. She could hear the water becoming louder as she neared the location. Turning at the corner, a sight filled her eyes that horrified her. Her daughter lay unmoving under a pipe that had been punctured by some object. She didn't care right about that right now, all she wanted to do was get her daughter to a hospital.
"Mr. Finch! Call an ambulance, Vivienne has fallen and I think she might have a concu- oh my god she's bleeding. Please! Hurry!" Evey cried. "What's going on?!" Finch asked, almost yelling. "It doesn't matter just call the bloody ambulance!" Evey yelled into the phone as the water being sprayed drained most of her voice out.
She hung up and shoved the phone into her pocket, picking up her daughter. "Bloody Christ Vivienne! You're so HEAVY!" Evey battled with the weight of her daughter and the fact that something might prove fatal to her. It took her a good 10 minutes to finally make her way out of the underground. Mr. Finch, waiting at the entrance, proceeded to take the girl into his arms and to the ambulance.
It wasn't long until Evey broke down into sobs, wracked with emotion. Mr. Finch blocked the media from mobbing her and almost practically dragged her into his car as they drove to his flat. From above, in the chill night air, a figure watched in black, cloaked in shadows. (2) "Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do…"the man stated, guilt seeping into every corner of the statement. He watched as both the ambulance and the car drove off, until he left his perch. But alas, did he know, he was not the only one watching…