Bulletproof
Sutler was dead and V was almost finished.
Creedy stood across from him, a smug sneer on his face as his men all trained their guns on V's chest.
"Now that's done with," Creedy jeered, "it's time to have a look at your face. Take off your mask," he ordered.
"No," replied V firmly.
He saw two men begin to approach him and he swiftly drew his knives and cut them down with ease. Creedy was now short two men.
"Defiant to the end, huh? You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. You're like me," Creedy mocked.
"The only thing you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is we're both about to die."
"How do you imagine that's gonna happen?" Creedy snorted, his sneer growing wider.
"With my hands around your neck," V stated matter-of-factly.
Creedy's sneer faltered, "Bollocks. What are you gonna do, huh? We've swept this place. You've got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns."
"No, you have bullets and the hope that when your guns are empty l'm no longer standing, because if I am you'll all be dead before you've reloaded."
"That's impossible!" Creedy huffed, glancing at his men and their weapons, "Kill him."
Creedy's men all opened fire. As the volley of bullets rained down on V, he slowly sank to one knee, his body jerking slightly every time one hit its mark. Once all the guns were empty and silence filled the tunnels once more, V slowly stood back up. He saw fear and astonishment on the faces of the men around him.
"My turn."
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Unmasked
FanfictionOn November the 5th, the world was reborn. Masked vigilante terrorist V gave his life to save England from a fascist government regime. In his death, the world was made new again, its people freed from tyranny. But what if he had lived? This is a...
