Chapter Four has landed! FINALLY! Yeah… I apologize to all of my two reviewers. Yeah, I sent one of my reviewers a message saying that I didn't have anything written, but apparently I had up to chapter seven written, although, much of it is not usable because of the poor quality. This took about ten minutes to edit. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I only own what's written here, and Victoire.
And Then There Were Three
It had been a month exactly since Victoire had come, and the twosome had just sat down to a dinner of spaghetti, again. Victoire had just lifted her fork when the door to the Gallery opened. Eyes wide, Victoire dropped her fork. "Whatever it is, I didn't do it!" she screeched like a banshee. Her breathes were heavy and quick, but soon she turned them back into her usual yoga-type breaths.
"Victoire, you're late," said the newcomer.
"V?" his voice had hit Evey like lightning, "How? Why? When?"
"I'm sure I can answer those questions, but shall we eat first?"
"Yeah, can we? I'm starving."
Victoire ate without looking up, but whenever she took a sip of water, she would glance over at V, who was sitting across from her. No one said anything, and when all the food was gone, they just sat in silence for a minute before Victoire broke the silence, "are we going to talk about recent events or not? 'Cause I've got some Steinbeck calling for me."
"Victoire, that sounds like a good idea, let's move to the sofa," said Evey.
"I'll be sitting on floor thank you!" Victoire announced.
One the three of them were settled in the television area, Victoire piped up again, "I have two questions. Who are you, and how the hell do you know my name?"
"I suppose I should start from the beginning," said V.
"I know the beginning of the story," said Victoire in a voice just above a whisper.
"That saves me a lot of trouble."
"Just tell us how you're still alive. We'll figure the rest out soon enough," suggested Evey.
"I never died, Evey, you'll never know how badly I wanted to come back, but I couldn't. After losing so much blood, I must've lost conciousness, and when that train started, I was jostled back into consciousness. I broke a window and jumped out. Now, Victoire, you have heard of the Parliament of Freedom, correct?"
"Yes! They're an underground group of freedom fighters who try to restore diplomacy by getting their own members elected to government positions," answered Victoire directly.
"Yes, they saved me. Their group had been meeting in a remote part of the tunnels, and one of them must've found me. One of them happened to be a doctor, and he treated my wounds. I would've liked to get back sooner, but the authorities were still on the lookout. I had to wait a strategic amount of time before I could return."
"I understand now," Evey remarked, "but Mr. Finch was with me when I pulled the lever to the train."
"They don't believe him. Now, Victoire, your question, I know who you are because I knew you were coming. Your grandmother knew she would die, and she is one of the few people who had ever helped me in life, so I told her how to get here after she sent me a coded message saying that she would be sending you. I got the message through a false address that serves for the top floor of the building over us. However, you didn't get here on schedule. What kept you?"
"Trying to get from the Northernmost point in Scotland to London by Razor Scooter is not the easiest thing imaginable, especially when you have to carry your scooter on your back for five miles looking for a mechanics shop where you can get a wheel put back on!" responded Victoire.
"So, you're back. To stay?" asked Evey.
"Yes, and Victoire's staying too. A sixteen-year-old should not be wandering the streets alone, even one well trained in fighting."
"Dang it!" Victoire cursed, "do I still have to sleep on the sofa?"
"Until we can find more suitable arrangements, yes."
"It's good to have you back, V," Evey had tears in her eyes as she spoke the words, but they came out strong and sincere.
"It's good to be back."
"I'm sleepy," murmured Victoire.
"I suppose we should move off the sofa then."
Victoire slept soundly that night, but her mind was racing through the events of the past few hours of consciousness. It was all becoming clear to her now that her granny had sent her to V because of one thing: blood relation. Why else would she be sent here of all the places in the world when she had friends and others who would've been more that happy to take her in. When her mind came to that piece of the puzzle while she slept, Victoire sat up straight, eyes wide. "Eureka," she said to herself.
V and Evey had gone on talking that night about V's presumed death and sudden return. Of course, they had to speak quiet as not to wake Victoire, who Evey had discovered, was a very light sleeper. When Victoire woke up, she was the only one up, or at least, she was to only one active. She didn't' know if V slept or not, but she assumed that he had retired after she had fallen sleep that evening, and Evey was certainly asleep.
Victoire pulled out Steinbeck's 'The Grapes of Wrath' from under the sofa, where she stored her belongings neatly. She opened to page 174, where she had left off the night before. Like an old friend, the book described to her a story of life in the Dust Bowl of America during hard times. Within a matter of minutes, she was completely absorbed in the book.
Victoire would nearly finish the book before she was disturbed. The clock said it was about noontime. How late were they up? She thought. Without speaking, she padded over to the kitchen and opened up a cabinet to make herself a peanut butter sandwich. While she was spreading on the peanut butter, Victoire began to hum a song to herself.
"Swan Lake isn't it?" Little did Victoire know that V had joined her.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Everyone's heard Swan Lake at some point."
"I suppose, but I thought the music was banned because the storyline suggested rebellious nature."
"Maybe outside, but not here, nothing is banned here."
"Victoire, let me ask you. Do you like living here? If not you could go somewhere else."
"I don't have anywhere to go."
"Well, we're happy to have you. I see we're short on some supplies, so I'll be going on a train raid tomorrow morning. Might I have the pleasure of your company on this raid."
"I would be delighted," Victoire paused, "but why me? I mean, why let me stay here?"
"Do you have any ideas?"
"Yes. You are my niece."
"Your father was my brother. I didn't remember that after Larkhill, but your grandmother explained in the three letters she sent."
"Now it's starting to make sense, why I'm here."
"I see it didn't take you long to figure it out."
"Victoire, are you here?" a groggy voice that Victoire took to be Evey's croaked.
"Always," Victoire answered.
"How long was I asleep?"
Yes, the OOCness was on purpose. Everyone's a little confused and dishelmed right now.