Entropy: In the absence of order in a given place, said place will fall into its natural state of chaos. England had experience entropy first hand, when the Chancellor, the Government, and the famous Big Ben were all defeated by the mysterious V, a man with a mask, some knives, and an idea. Those were the only things he needed to rip the country out of the tyrannical grasp of the Chancellor and give it to the gentle fingers of its people. Life after that was magnificent. There was no leader, for everyone ruled together. Everyone was happy.
Unfortunately, this time of unity did not last forever. Three generations later, a new government rose, led by a man who called himself the Archangel. He claimed that he was a man of god, but he was only a monster. He threatened, tortured, and killed those who were different. England feared him.
But with the new and more evil and psychopathic leader, there too came a new and more vengeful and vagile defender of the common man. Her name was not known, but many just called her V, as she wore the same garments and had the same skills and goal as the masked hero of their past. But her's is not a story of how she strikes down the Archangel and brings peace back to the people, no, her story is much different than her predecessor's. Her story starts on a building, facing London's most iconic ferris wheel.
The London Eye's appearance hadn't changed at all over the many generations, but almost everything else did. When the Archangel took over, he changed the name of the ride to Eye of the Archangel. After that, it was no longer an instrument of fun. He used it as a way to keep watch over all of London, having his law enforcement, a group of people called the Gatekeepers, make sure that nothing "funny" happened. Of course, when you have to look over all of London, do you ever think to look straight down?
The answer was no, V had discovered. She used this information to hide a large amount of bombs in and around the Eye of the Archangel. It took her weeks to properly set up all the explosives, but once she had, she was ready to go. It was on a saturday, exactly at twelve o'clock, when she did it. Tchaikovsky 1812 Overture blared from every single speaker system throughout London, matching the timing of the explosions. As soon as the music stopped and the Eye lay in complete debris, V gave a small nod of pride, before entering the sewer systems. It was best for her to disappear before any more of the Archangel's Gatekeepers came to investigate. But as she climbed down the ladder leading into the sewers, something unusual happened: she slipped. She never slipped. She had always had the footing of a cat. But somehow, she slipped, and landed on the cold hard ground of the sewers. When she did, everything went black.
When V awoke, she was no longer in the sewers. Instead of darkness and waste, she saw trees, as well as the moon and stars crystal clear in the night sky. After a few moments of confusion, she shifted from a laying position to a sitting, using her gloved hands to prop herself up in the grass. It was only then that she realized that she was laying in grass. She hadn't ever actually seen grass. In fact, she hadn't seen many trees either. Gradually, she pushed herself onto her legs, wobbling a little as she stood. She definitely wasn't in London anymore. Hell, she probably wasn't even in England anymore. V slowly turned around, taking in every sight and sent and shade of green she could, before her eyes came upon a rather large building, assembly inhabited, as the lights were turned on in many of the rooms. She may not be in London anymore, but with any luck, whoever was in there could tell her what the place she was in was called.
She casually approached the house and grasped the knocker in her hand. She was about to hit it against the door to get the residents' attention, but she got a gut feeling that perhaps she should just let herself in. She moved her hand instead to the doorknob, and slowly turned it. The door opened. When V stepped in, she was in a well decorated and beautiful hallway, with paintings and urns and many other forms of art. As soon as she entered, she found something strange. There was a painting on the wall, not to far from the entrance, of a young maiden in white, sitting in a boat which road along a gentle stream. V recognized this painting. Not only did she recognize it, but she owned it. She owned the original, and had found it along with the rest of the original V's things when she had discovered his lair. 'The Lady of Shalott' it was called. But somehow, here in front of her, the exact same painting.
But out of the corner of her eye, she saw something even weirder. She took a step back from the first painting and walked towards a second, getting a closer look. It depicted a man was in all black, holding a conductor's baton high in the air and facing a large clock tower being blown into smithereens in the background. Though V could not see the man's face, or rather the mask he wore over his face, she knew it was the original V. She had heard about this painting. It was had been an extremely famous painting during the time of peace. If she remembered correctly, the name of the painting was 'If You Give A Man A Mask'. She had never seen it though. She knew only what it looked like through descriptions and crude sketches. The original had been destroyed by the Archangel before she was born. So how was it here? She pondered this very question as she gently placed a gloved hand on the black figure.
