Remember, Remember the Fifth of November, Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot

Chapter 1: The Villain

2016 a.t.b, area 11 (Formerly Japan), November 5, 12:35 PM

Milly Ashford's POV

Another late night, with another marriage interview, from another noble. I just wish there was actually some way to regain my family's nobility without going through this labouring process. Sigh. I decided to walk back to the school instead of using the car that my grandfather asked me to use. I told the driver that I needed time alone and that fresh air would do me good. During the interview, I wore a nice pink dress and a white-lace vest with a large white hat. I honestly hoped that this interview would be great. Unfortunately, the sleazy fat man was only interested in my family's fortune and my body.

I tried to talk some sense, maybe even a conversation, but it was all futile in the end. I swear, if this keeps up, I for sure will go insane. I kept walking through the city trying to find my way to the old park Prince Clovis built a while back. I use to go there everyday to get away from all my troubles.. The area was magnificent. It was very nicely paved, and the trees present an eco friendly nature into it. Once I reached the park, I slowed considerably to admire the park at night, with its lamps shining beautifully and the wind blowing through the trees as calmly as it gets.

Its absolutely extraordinary. I kept walking through the park admiring the night with all its beauty shining through. Suddenly, I bumped into a man in front of me. "Sorry." I looked up to see the guy. He is wearing white pants and a white jacket with purple underneath it. His face is sharp, with a scar running down his face. He has blonde hair as well as green eyes. He happens to be smoking. He smirked at me "Now what's a lady like you doing in a place like this in the middle of the night. He leaned against the tree. I answered "I was just passing through. Tonight's been a rough night, I wasn't watching where I was going." He smiled before tapping on a tree "I don't think you know where you're going, because if you did you wouldn't have entered my territory during a refrain deal." I stepped back, eyes wide open "Oh god, you're the mafia!" As those words escaped my lips, two Elevens popped out from the treeline. He laughed at that "That's right, and these are my Elevens." The Elevens smirked as they pushed me up a tree. The leader said "Do you know what happens when you enter my territory." I shook my head 'no' profusely as I try to think of a way to escape. I begged "No, look please. This was my first time going through here during the night. Just let me go, I promised that I won't tell anyone. I swear." The leader grinned "You've got it all wrong miss. You'll do anything we want and then we kill you."

I closed my eyes. 'Oh god, please not this. Please not this. I should of taken the car'. I felt a hand go up to my chest before I heard an eerie voice. "The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him." I opened my eyes to see another man with a mask depicting a smiling face. He wears a black cloak with an old 17th century Britannian hat. I heard the Eleven on the left say "Who the hell?" The man in black continues on "And fortune on his damned quarrel smiling, showed like a rebel's whore." The Elevens approached him. The right one said "Who's he?" His friend replies "I dunno. Must be some kinda retard got out of a hospital. Hey YOU." The Eleven grabbed his left hand and raised it but it didn't deter the smiling man as he continues to say "But all's too weak, for brave Macbeth..Well he deserves that name." "What are you doing?"

The leader spoke up, slightly agitated "You're in big trouble, chum. This is my territory. If you walk away, then nothing will happen to you." I looked at the smiling man with terrified eyes, begging him to help. The Eleven that grabbed the smiling man's hand said "Yeah, so keep your." Suddenly the smiling man went into action as he zoomed past the eleven towards me. He knocked down both of the men before approaching me. I looked at the corner of my eyes to see the Eleven still holding the hand as if he is examining it. "Disdaining fortune with his brandished steel, which smoked with bloody execution." He then looked at me with the black eyes on his mask. "Like valour's minion, carved out his passage...Till he faced the slave." He turned towards the mafia men and raised his left arm and smoke came out of it. "Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him."

I heard the commotion on the other side of the gas as the men were screaming at the tear gas' effects. As for the smiling man, he bridal carried me away from the gas and rushed me away from the scene. I heard a small explosion detonate behind me. I can only assumed he left a bomb behind for those men. He carried me to the top of a building, overlooking the viceroy's palace. The palace was a monumental piece of Britannian architecture. The towers that lead towards the giant castle is astronomical. In the night, with all of its bright light, was like a star.

But I am more focused on the man that saved me. I shakily said "You... you rescued me! I don't believe it. Why? Who are you?" He turned his head to me, hat covering his eyes "Me? I'm the king of the twenty first century. I'm the bogeyman. The villain... The black sheep of the family." I looked at him sternly "That still didn't answer my question." He sighed "Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valourous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous." I looked at him nervously, with my hands raised. I took a step back, just in case I need a quick getaway.

He just laughs a bit before continuing "Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V." He bowed down low, like a pianist bowing to his audience. Normally, I would freak out, but this was serious. He still didn't answer my question. Before I was going to say anything, he said "And I saved you because I couldn't let the villains of society try to vanquish you with their vile violation of the body." I crossed my arms "And what, you expect to be paid for this." I couldn't tell what he is thinking but it seems to me he is enjoying this. "Ah yes. I have saved you, therefore, you owe me a favour."

I squinted my eyes and asked angrily "And that is?" If he is going to do what I think he is going to do, then I am not going done without a fight. He looks towards the viceroy's palace, back to me and says "Tonight is a special. Tonight is a celebration. A Grand Opening." He looked towards me "Were you never taught The Rhyme?" I decided to lower my guard a little bit. I raised my eyebrow at him, slightly confused. What Rhyme? He acknowledged my silence before returning back towards the palace. Suddenly, music started playing. I opened my eyes wide. I recognized this song from my grandfather. This is the European musician Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. He started saying "Remember, Remember the Fifth of November. The Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why gunpowder treason." Just when the music hit its climax, the viceroy's palace was obliterated in a explosive spectacular. He finished his rhyme "Should ever be Forgot."

I dropped down on my butt shocked. This man just blew up the viceroy's palace without remorse for the people that could have been killed inside. All that hard work building it, all that infrastructure, and all that architecture... gone in a single blast. I got up off the ground and tried to rush the smiling man. He stood still. I was about to raise my fist until he suddenly caught it and put me in a headlock. I panicked. I am being held captive by a terrorist and can't do anything to hurt him at the moment. I pulled off a look of confidence to throw the terrorist off balance "I'm assuming your group did that." He said "Actually, I did that and if you're going to ask, no I don't work for any other terrorist group." I tried to squeeze my way out. Suddenly, he forced me to look into the sky and I saw fireworks lighting up the sky in a shape of a V.

The fireworks were beautiful as well as the overture, but this... this insane terrorist got away with blowing up the viceroy's palace. I started to feel sick and I let my body drop. Just as I did, V let go of me, and put me in a recovery position. I felt my heart pounding against my chest as my breaths become more natural. I got up from my position to see V standing in front of me with his hand opened. I refuse his hand and got up by myself. I started thinking what would happen to me or my family if I did something against him. Would I be held hostage? Is he going to brainwash me into his loyal servant? I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I saw V's smiling mask. He said "Now, you held your part of the bargain. You are free to go."

I stared at him flabbergasted. This has got to be some kind of joke. No terrorist would just let a person go. I angrily said "Is this some kind of sick joke to you?" He responded "Hardly. Just trying to send a message." I tried to punch him but was blocked once again. "What kind of message is that. If you don't listen to my demands, I'll kill you." He shakes his head "No. It is a reminder." I grit my teeth. I demanded "What are you going to do to me or my family if I reveal you to the public?" He released me and put his hands behind his back while I raised my fist.

"Nothing." WHAT! He would do nothing. That doesn't make sense. He said "Yes nothing. You are free to tell the authorities of this event and of this vile villain. However, know that I won't be easily caught and there is a possibility that you may be interrogated as well." I asked "Why do you say that?" "Simple. Britannian policy towards terrorism is of no negotiation with such fiends. You are here, witness to the events that happen. The authorities need a scapegoat to blame the attacks on. If you try to reveal me, then you would be interrogated to 'reveal' my location. And I can't have an innocent falsely accused of a crime they didn't commit." I scowled "So you would silence me." He interrupted me "No you are free to do as you will, but one should know the consequences of their actions before accepting them."

"Will I see you again." He put his hand on the mask's chin before saying "Possibly. But before you go, I might add. What is your name. It's only fair since I gave you mine." I contemplated for a while. He knows my face and he would recognize me anyway, so I might as well give my name. So I simply said "Milly." He turned his face up "Mil-ly hmmmm. I inquire, is it short for Millicent." "Don't call me that." He bows "My apologies my lady, from now on I shall call you Milly. I do hope you have a nice day." And with that, he ran away.

What kind of situation did I get myself into this time.