• Introduction

    “Remember, remember the 5th of November the gum powder treason and plot, I know of no reason the gun powder treason should ever be forgot.
    But what of the man?
    I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know that in 1605, he attempted to blow up the houses of Parliament.
    But who was he really?
    What was he like?
    We are told to remember the idea and not the man, because a man can fail.
    He could be killed………or forgotten.
    But 500 years later an idea can still change the world. I have witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I’ve seen people killed in the name of them……..and die defending them.
    But you can not kiss a idea……….cannot touch it or hold it.
    Ideas do not bleed or feel pain. They do not love. And it is not an idea that I miss, but the man. A man that made me remember the 5th of November. A man that I will never forget. A man that I will never stop loving.


    Chapter One
    “Breaking news there has been a bombing; I repeat there has been a bombing!!!! Stay inside at all cost, this man is armed and dangerous, with many weapons, I rep….. the TV. was all of a sudden shut off with a click of the remote. I looked up from where I had been read, just moments earlier to see a tall man dressed in all black and a enthusiastic mask. I jumped off the bed and landed on the floor with a thud. Without even thinking I pulled out my pocket knife and pointed it at him ready to attack if needed.
    “Who are you and why are you in my house,” I yelled backing up towards the wall.
    “Who……. Who is the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask,” he stated walking closer and closer to me.
    “I see, but that still doesn’t answer my question, “ I stated, my breath getting stuck in my throat.
    I have come for you Evey it is time for you to met your maker and for you to thank him for everything he has done, the mysterious man said stepping forward.
    “Wait……… What……..How do you know my name!!!??” I screamed as a bag was thrown over my head and I was plunged into darkness.

    ……………………………………….

    When the bag was finally pulled of my head we were on top of a building and across from us was the known other then the Stature of Liberty. I then felt around to find something to help steady myself.
    “What……. What am I doing here,” I thought out loud.
    “You are here Evey to watch my Performance and the moment of my life,” a queer voice said from behind me. I turned around to see no other the the very man that had kidnapped me in the first place
    ‘But why am I here, and why do you know my name but I can’t know yours?” I had so many questions and he wasn’t answering any of them.
    “I will answer your questions all in good time, but first I have a show to do,” he answered as he started tapping his foot to a rhythm.
    “Tell my Evey do you know what day it is he suddenly asked me.
    “Um……. November the Fourth,” I stuttered to scared to even move.
    “Not anymore” he mumbled as the clock struck twelve.
    “Remember, Remember the Fifth of November,
    The gun powder treason and plot,
    I here of no reason the gun powder treason should ever be forgot”
    he stopped chanting as if he was waiting for something. I stopped and stared pondering on what it all could mean.
    “Yes now comes the brass, now the strings…… listen carefully can you hear it?” he asked turning and looking at me.
    I strained my ears and heard a faint sound. As it grew louder I gasped. I turned to look at him to see him smiling through his mask.
    “How……..how did you do that ……..” but before I could finish he yelled “Wait here comes the crescendo,” and I screamed in fright as the statue of Liberty exploded with fireworks. I ran to the edge of the building to only see my best friend scrawled on the floor with blood everywhere. I turned around and started screaming at him at the top of my lunges. I didn’t know what I was saying but I was so pissed off I couldn’t stop. He had killed my best friend!!! He reached out and pulled me into his chest and held me there as I cried my eyes out. I remember him picking me up and it felt like we were flying and how I never wanted it to end. I felt hands pry me off him, but I held on for dear life never wanting it to end.
    “Don’t go,” I let slip out my lips before I went unconscious. A strange feeling took hold of me that night. Through I just met him and even though I didn’t know anything about him I felt……………connected to him. I felt something but I couldn’t put my finger on it.