V for Vendetta x reader (abused fem)

Toxicity of the mind (V x fem reader)

"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?"

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Still it stirs your mind like twisted pants in the tumble drier, your father's words were a burning reminder of just how shit things went, never could you relinquish the agony of your memories.. they ate away at you like that of the very hungry Caterpillar, you would read about in books.

Not only did the pain eat at your mind, but it gnawed to the very core of your being, you couldn't keep your head straight, let alone keep your composure, so you wore a mask.. not a physical item, but a warm smile, one so convincing you've worn since you were 6, so nobody saw the change.

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The haziness of twilight's hibernation began to swell as the almighty storm of night took hold of the land in its ever dainty death grip and shook it with the ferocity of the scorching day's sun. 

Lamps lit the now dimmer streets and what burnt the title of power unto the streets but the curfew creating weapons on stands of solid iron. 

Shadows of said curfew warning speakers loom over your small frame as you hastily take to the ever darkening pavements. 

As you hurry to your next destination, a certain ancient tree in the middle of the park, where you've been staying; since you basically need to hide from the world for a while (if you hide you're less likely to be found and taken to a crazy institution, since many of your neighbours have reported you for being a weirdo, talking to the walls and whatnot, you know the usual Friday night). 

You live in a hollowed out tree in a park. (A/N don't live in London, or a city so idrk how it works...sos) The tree could've been there for hundreds years for all you know and all you did know was that things could only go up from there, like the branches, haha, you loved nature as a kid and learnt a lot about life, but now you've become part of it and still attempt to stay calm, scared of becoming a feral creature like that of politicians or any of The Royal Family... In true fact you wanted to watch them burn but obviously you'd have to straighten your brain out first.

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"I'm fine, all good, thank you.. HEY, SHUT UP!! Not you, no I'm good, thank you" You muttered to the voices in your head, suddenly you bump into a man with a black hat and cloak on, you couldn't see his face as you apologised, dipped your head and mumbled, "Not Halloween yet, buddy, like it though... hmm yeah, guess that could work too~" You agreed with the voice in your head it had said, 'FuTuRiStIc StRiP CluB' which you indeed could full well understand, he looked rather large... sure to catch a lady's eye... or man's we don't judge here.

The male said, "Oh no worries.." Even though he had the capability to asking upon your strange comments, since he HAD heard you, he decided against it and crept back into the shadows.

"Great, that was probably one of those freaky Fingermen again.. just what I need on a fine, fucked evening!" You paused as you heard metal scraping against stone. 

Twisting on your heel you crane your neck and are soon ambushed by fools with frivolous plans to have their way with you, you all but scream, instead you try to fight back, the voices in your head obviously being very against your actions, you interrupt them, speaking back aloud you say, "Oh suck a dick, I've met the devil, we had some beers and I doodled all he told me down, why else do you think, I haven't bothered looking for my 'saviour' there is NO such thing, haha I'm saying this aloud, bugger it!" You were being manhandled and given odd glances from the extremely polar opposite salty-potato men and tried to kick them in the knackers... failing evidently.