Nightmares.
Are those all I'm supposed to see in my life?
I need help but no one will come…and he's gone…
Been gone…
Evey woke up with a short breath and a groan. Her head felt like it had been smashed by a truck and she couldn't feel her legs or hands. She tried to wiggle, to move at all, but it was like she had lost command over her limbs. She looked down, checking to see if they were still intact. Of course they are you big doofus….I hope Vivienne is fine…
She sighed, knowing this could be her final destination. Closing her eyes, Evey began to contemplate her whole life with Vivienne. All of the memories. Good, bad, remorseful, painful, happy…..all of the times. But then those memories led to her thinking about V. How she missed his antics. Although she had some with her daughter, she still missed the maker of her beautiful child. Touching the memories a bit more, she dove into the back escorts of her mind, trying to see what else was hiding from her. Subconsciously. But her thoughts were stomped on when she heard voices outside of the door, speaking in a language she couldn't detect.
They were obviously whispering, but they had sort of a panic to their voices. I sure hope Vivienne isn't doing something terribly ridiculous…I don't want her in any danger.
The men burst into the room, their masks still on. Evey jumped at the sudden explosion of movement, indicating to the men she was awake. One of the men growled something at the other, having a seemingly higher pitch than a male's. That guy is probably a she…
The other only responded with a shake of his head and more jumble of words. Male. Definitely a guy. Evey rolled her eyes to herself. The female then did something Evey didn't expect. She walked over to the counter and grabbed a syringe, turning a short-lived glance towards Evey. Oh…uh-oh…..
The other man grabbed Evey's leg, wiping it with alcohol and pinching it, which surprisingly Evey couldn't feel. Did they….paralyze me?! She then sighed irritably, as the women walked towards her and injected her. Then the two anonymous people walked off, leaving Evey to her thoughts as sleep began to ebb its way back into her mind.
"MUMMY!" Vivienne screamed as someone shook her awake. She panted heavily as sweat rolled down her forehead. "Mummy!" She cried again as she hugged the person in front of her. But instead of coming in contact with soft curly locks and her mum's favorite jacket, Vivienne felt the presence of steel, leather, and a cloak.
"I can assure you child I am not your mother…" was enough to practically make her shoot into the wall.
"Who's there?!- wait….you!" She yelled before turning on the light and meeting a Guy Fawkes mask.
"Yes it is me, but allow me to introduce myself, because others might be confused if you are referring to me-"The mysterious Fawkes man was cut off by a fear-wretched child.
"We don't have time for that! I need to find help to save my mum! She got kidnapped!" She practically sobbed as she jumped down the secret climbing ladder.
"Child, I already know that." He responded calmly.
"Are you a stalker?" Just because I met you doesn't mean you can go around looking at whatever my mum and I do!" She turned and growled at him before grabbing her sword and knifes and placing them on her hip and pockets on her leg.
"And what are you planning on doing child?" He asked, although any person could guess what she was "secretly" trying to do.
"I'm going to save my mum! You can help if you want….but don't get in my way…" She hissed at him, her irritation showing like gold in rice.
"Child…" He responded, obviously peeved by now due to her unfriendly attitude.
"What do you want NOW?!" She practically yelled at him, throwing up her arms as emotion began to seep into her whole frame.
"If we are going to storm into a place that is probably going to have more men than you can imagine guarding your mum, then I suggest we go into there with a plan." He spoke softly, but with a bit of venom.
That was all that it took for Vivienne to collapse onto the floor and cry. "I-It's hopeless…" she whispered, before curling into a ball and leaning against the wall, continuing her soft cries of defeat. "Mum will be killed, and it will be all my fault. I can't help her. All I am is a quoting lunatic with nothing but fancy karate gimmicks…" She sobbed.
The long pause of quietness was enough to make a social person go mad. But it was soon broken by the man's rich laughter. Vivienne looked up at the man, making a silent note in her head that he was absolutely loony.
"I should probably note to you that I've heard that statement before… hehe…fancy karate gimmicks… where did you get that one?" He asked, a hint of laughter still in his voice.
"Someone made fun of me for it…and I used them…on that person. Is that bad? If I hurt someone with my knowledge of something that they don't have?" She asked, her eyes reddening from crying so hard.
"It depends on what the person does. Now, we will need to let Mr. Finch know about this, and I will need to talk to him. But…Vivienne was it? I think it would be fair if you knew my name as well, as we will probably meet more in the future." He said matter-of-factly.
"Yes but….why do you wear a mask? I mean, the month that my Dad blew up parliament, as my mum said, or Guy Fawkes day as you would know isn't well until two months from now. I don't mean to be rude but…that is a bit what I could call fanboying…" She softly replied, before looking at him.
"Are you sure it was your father who blew up parliament?" He asked, obviously smacked in the face by her statement that her father blew up parliament.
"Answer my question first…" She responded with a large emphasis forced through.
"Well, a fire happened, and I don't exactly look like a top man. Not something I wish to discuss…" He sighed, not wanting to tell her about his burns.
"Like Deadpool? Well not exactly, but Deadpool has a bit of mutilation. But he isn't a gentleman like you. I suggest reading the comics. Oh! Also Batman. Batman is a good comic series you would like….Oh! Um! Anyways, my mum actually blew up parliament because my daddy, she said, like…got shot before he could do it. She said that he….um…he gave her everything before he faced this guy who used to reign with Norsefire. Cruddy? Well mum calls him by that." She paused. "I bet he would be able to down all the men there….I wish I got to meet him…mum would always cry whenever we talked about him. She misses daddy…" Vivienne softly replied, looking exhausted from crying out her emotions.
"Did you ever get his name?" The man asked, looking down at the child with his mask. Almost like a ghost… Vivienne thought to herself.
"Mum said he called himself V. That's a funny name but…I think maybe he might've meant 5. Or something. I always think his name is associated with the 5th of November…but who knows. The only way anyone would know is if they asked him when he was alive…what I'd give to meet him…he seemed nice…" She sighed, now beginning to lay down. "Oh and what is your name?" She looked up to face him.
He sighed, knowing what this would lead to.
"I will tell you after we save your mother. For now, we need to speak with Mr. Finch" He softly remarked, helping the young girl up.