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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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2,794
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3
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Last Chapter
DECEMBER 30
4 days have passed since Abby woke on her couch, alone again in her flat. Even though she was sad, Abby would not let the sudden disappearance of her friend ruin her life. She just wished he would come back and explain.
She needed to get out; Abby grabbed her coat and headed out into the city for a walk. Maybe by the time she returned, her head would be clear…she hoped.
Somewhere else in the city, V was making his normal rounds. ‘4 day’ he thought to himself. ‘4 days and I haven’t gone to see her, am I that much of a coward?’ V stopped in his tracks. The word “coward” rang through his head. Yes, he was a coward, after all, he ran. Shaking his head in frustration, he had decided that he would go visit Abby in the morning.
Abby was on her way home when she heard an all too familiar voice behind her. “Hello love, remember me?” Abby turned and came face to face with the self proclaimed fingerman from a week ago. She glared up at him. The look he gave disgusted her.
“I will admit, you gave me quite the beating last time, but my question is can you handle all of us?” “All of us?” Abby turned and saw 5 large men heading her way. She tried to run, but was knocked to the ground. All 6 men began to kick and punch Abby, bile words spilling out of their mouths as they continued the assault, even after she passed out from the pain.
During his nightly rounds, V heard a commotion in one of the side alleyways. Upon arriving on the scene, nothing could have prepared V for what he saw. Five men stood around a broken, bloody heap; sadistic smiles shone on their faces. A sixth man hovered over the individual; his pants around his ankles and was in the process of pulling the under garments of his prey off. With a few quick words and movements to swift for the men to keep up with, they fled.
V knelt down and turned the victims face towards him. “Abby.”
She was alive, severely beaten, but alive. V carefully scooped her up and took her home to the shadow gallery were he could bandage her up and keep an eye on her.
Abby’s eyes slowly opened. She managed to sit up and put her head in her hands. ‘What happened?’ She noticed her arms, legs, hands, and torso had been bandaged. It was then she took in her surroundings. ‘Where am I?’ Abby managed to stand, pain shot through her body, but knowing her location was more important than a little pain.
She moved from room to room stopping periodically to look at the beautiful pieces of art. She made it to a main room; from there she could tell you could go in many different directions. Movement from a smaller room caught her attention. Abby tiptoed her way over to the small room. Inside she saw a man sitting in a captain’s chair reading a book. She took his appearance in. He was lean built and wore all black; he had black hair and wore a Guy Fawkes mask…wait, Guy Fawkes? She had heard about a vigilante by the name of V, but the papers all said he died in the same explosion that blew up old parliament.
Guy Fawkes.
Vincent Fawkes.
V.
“I see you are awake.”
Abby was shaken out of her musings by the sudden question. She looked up to see V peering at her over the book he had been reading.
“What happened? Where am I? What time is it!?” Abby started rattling off questions. V simply stopped her ramblings when he raised his hand. V stood and held his hand out for her to join him. Abby complied and sat down in the chair V offered.
“What is the last thing you remember?”
“I remember the fingerman that attacked me before, but he had others with him. I tried to run, but everything went black.”
“You took quite the beating, but you no longer have to fear those individuals. You are in my home and finally it is 9pm December 31st.”
“I slept an entire day?” It was more of a question for herself; it didn’t need to be answered.
“So what now…V?”
“You know who I am then?”
“I know from what I read in the papers, but what I don’t understand is that you wear a mask in your own home.”
“I did not want to make you feel uncomfortable upon waking.”
“What makes me uncomfortable is looking at a face I do not know, I don’t think it is me that you are trying to make comfortable.”
Abby moved within an inch of V’s face and finished her thoughts above a whisper. “I know you are uncomfortable without it, but one should not be uncomfortable in their own skin, alone or with company.” Abby turned and fled down one of the corridors.
She looked around the gallery for hours until she found herself on the roof. Overlooking the New Year’s festivities, Abby wanted to go down have fun but she knew that her injuries were too great and the gallery would be the best place for her. The sound of the gallery’s lift took Abby away from her thoughts.
“They are starting the count down.”
“Oh?”
The excited chants could be heard and it brought a small smile to Abby’s face. After she had left the reading room, V had made a decision. One that was crucial to him, one that would prove to him that some part of him is still human. ‘Now is the time’ he thought. Taking a deep breath, V put his plan into action, time was almost up and he wanted to finish before the New Year arrived.
5…V unfastened his mask.
4…The sound of metal hitting concrete could be heard.
3…V crossed the balcony to join Abby.
2…V turned Abby to face him.
1…Abby smiled.
Happy New Year!..Abby and V shared their first kiss as a new couple.
4 days have passed since Abby woke on her couch, alone again in her flat. Even though she was sad, Abby would not let the sudden disappearance of her friend ruin her life. She just wished he would come back and explain.
She needed to get out; Abby grabbed her coat and headed out into the city for a walk. Maybe by the time she returned, her head would be clear…she hoped.
Somewhere else in the city, V was making his normal rounds. ‘4 day’ he thought to himself. ‘4 days and I haven’t gone to see her, am I that much of a coward?’ V stopped in his tracks. The word “coward” rang through his head. Yes, he was a coward, after all, he ran. Shaking his head in frustration, he had decided that he would go visit Abby in the morning.
Abby was on her way home when she heard an all too familiar voice behind her. “Hello love, remember me?” Abby turned and came face to face with the self proclaimed fingerman from a week ago. She glared up at him. The look he gave disgusted her.
“I will admit, you gave me quite the beating last time, but my question is can you handle all of us?” “All of us?” Abby turned and saw 5 large men heading her way. She tried to run, but was knocked to the ground. All 6 men began to kick and punch Abby, bile words spilling out of their mouths as they continued the assault, even after she passed out from the pain.
During his nightly rounds, V heard a commotion in one of the side alleyways. Upon arriving on the scene, nothing could have prepared V for what he saw. Five men stood around a broken, bloody heap; sadistic smiles shone on their faces. A sixth man hovered over the individual; his pants around his ankles and was in the process of pulling the under garments of his prey off. With a few quick words and movements to swift for the men to keep up with, they fled.
V knelt down and turned the victims face towards him. “Abby.”
She was alive, severely beaten, but alive. V carefully scooped her up and took her home to the shadow gallery were he could bandage her up and keep an eye on her.
Abby’s eyes slowly opened. She managed to sit up and put her head in her hands. ‘What happened?’ She noticed her arms, legs, hands, and torso had been bandaged. It was then she took in her surroundings. ‘Where am I?’ Abby managed to stand, pain shot through her body, but knowing her location was more important than a little pain.
She moved from room to room stopping periodically to look at the beautiful pieces of art. She made it to a main room; from there she could tell you could go in many different directions. Movement from a smaller room caught her attention. Abby tiptoed her way over to the small room. Inside she saw a man sitting in a captain’s chair reading a book. She took his appearance in. He was lean built and wore all black; he had black hair and wore a Guy Fawkes mask…wait, Guy Fawkes? She had heard about a vigilante by the name of V, but the papers all said he died in the same explosion that blew up old parliament.
Guy Fawkes.
Vincent Fawkes.
V.
“I see you are awake.”
Abby was shaken out of her musings by the sudden question. She looked up to see V peering at her over the book he had been reading.
“What happened? Where am I? What time is it!?” Abby started rattling off questions. V simply stopped her ramblings when he raised his hand. V stood and held his hand out for her to join him. Abby complied and sat down in the chair V offered.
“What is the last thing you remember?”
“I remember the fingerman that attacked me before, but he had others with him. I tried to run, but everything went black.”
“You took quite the beating, but you no longer have to fear those individuals. You are in my home and finally it is 9pm December 31st.”
“I slept an entire day?” It was more of a question for herself; it didn’t need to be answered.
“So what now…V?”
“You know who I am then?”
“I know from what I read in the papers, but what I don’t understand is that you wear a mask in your own home.”
“I did not want to make you feel uncomfortable upon waking.”
“What makes me uncomfortable is looking at a face I do not know, I don’t think it is me that you are trying to make comfortable.”
Abby moved within an inch of V’s face and finished her thoughts above a whisper. “I know you are uncomfortable without it, but one should not be uncomfortable in their own skin, alone or with company.” Abby turned and fled down one of the corridors.
She looked around the gallery for hours until she found herself on the roof. Overlooking the New Year’s festivities, Abby wanted to go down have fun but she knew that her injuries were too great and the gallery would be the best place for her. The sound of the gallery’s lift took Abby away from her thoughts.
“They are starting the count down.”
“Oh?”
The excited chants could be heard and it brought a small smile to Abby’s face. After she had left the reading room, V had made a decision. One that was crucial to him, one that would prove to him that some part of him is still human. ‘Now is the time’ he thought. Taking a deep breath, V put his plan into action, time was almost up and he wanted to finish before the New Year arrived.
5…V unfastened his mask.
4…The sound of metal hitting concrete could be heard.
3…V crossed the balcony to join Abby.
2…V turned Abby to face him.
1…Abby smiled.
Happy New Year!..Abby and V shared their first kiss as a new couple.