Male in front of chemist's shop at Regent and Beak.
One male one female, on foot at West entrance of New Hyde Park.
Emergency, assault at Spurgeon Street; three male subjects, armed, beating a male and female; notify nearest patrol unit.
Robbery in progress, residence 3368 Langton Gate; two subjects seen; notify nearest patrol unit.
Two females on foot near Southwark Bridge, South.
One male, green bicycle, Prince Albert Road near St. George statue.
Finch's back ached where he sat before the array of security monitors. The dull throbbing had begun over an hour ago, and still he sat. His eyes burned from the glare of the screens in the surrounding darkness and his tongue was beginning to stick to the roof of his mouth from thirst, but his vigil remained unbroken.
The Eye and Ear of Norsefire had been severed for some little time now, but that didn't mean the information stopped flowing. Quite the contrary; in the Shadow Gallery everythin
FableThe first time, Evey awoke to complete blackness and the foreboding sense of someone else in the room with her. She froze, straining to hear past the thundering of her pulse, but the silence was absolute.
There had always been at least some light in the Shadow Gallery, somewhere - V always took care to ensure she would never be lost in the dark. But now there wasn't a flicker of illumination to be seen. The darkness thickened around her with each passing second, swallowing every sound and threatening to suffocate her.
A faint sigh broke the silence. V, her mind said, and the uncontrollable shuddering that threatened her small frame subsided. She clambered hopefully to a sitting position on the bed.
V? What's happened?
But instead of approaching her, he retreated. She could feel it in the expansion of the silence around her. Her fear, alleviated somewhat by V's presence, returned with a
TessellationShe stays in the Gallery. She knows she could leave; he wouldn't stop her. She could return to the world above, heal, perhaps live for a time, and die there. She doesn't fear this inevitability, but she does recognize the uselessness of it. There is nothing for her in that world. There hasn't been for some time. Here, she has herself someone previously unknown whom she can nurture and discover in this in-between place. There is nothing to fear here; she's been shown that. This place will be whatever she makes of it.
And so she stays.
He wakes, rises, goes through the motions of his morning ablutions and is halfway to the dressing area before he remembers - she is free. He doesn't have to do this anymore.
His hand flies to the wall to steady himself and he nearly weeps for joy.
She barely ever sees him. The Gallery is silent except for her footsteps as she wand
Questions[sequel to "Awaken". See comments for link.]
She rounded the corner into the main room and saw him sitting in a chair, in profile to her. He looked the same as she'd seen him countless times before.
"Before" Never in her life had one word been so charged.
He stirred slightly at her approach. Rising, he turned to face her, tilting his head in solemn greeting.
She was unprepared for the intensity of emotion that hit when his familiar smiling visage faced her directly. Waves of loathing, even rage, warred with simple hurt at what he'd done to her. She felt her lips pull back from her teeth as she looked at him and conjured an image of simply tearing him to pieces with her bare hands.
The feel of paper crinkling in her hand made her look down. She didn't remember having picked up Valerie's letter when leaving her room. The thought of nearly having damaged it dissipa
SolsticeIn the end, a warehouse had to be used. A sports arena might have sufficed for so many people, or a concert hall, but those had long since gone and no large public venues had yet been reconstructed. Any number of churches were suggested, of course, but aside from the overwhelming number of people to accomodate, there was the inevitable issue of associations with Norsefire that made such an avenue less than ideal. Thus, a large section of an industrial park had been carefully converted for this event.
It was late at night and throngs of people filled the area, guided by volunteers. It had snowed earlier, but now the sky was clear. A half-moon shone down, and there was enough of a breeze to make one eager to be indoors. Lights and signs showed the way toward one central building where a low hum of hushed voices and shuffling feet could be heard. Within, people slowly and steadily settled into rows and waited.