Summery: Not all ideas die, especially one like him. But when the idea has been used it hides away for it is not needed, but the man who created the idea can at least come out to play the role as not an idea but as a lover…and father.
Idea to Man and Man to Father
Disclaimer: Would you prefer a lie or the truth? (Truth) For those who are stupid enough to ask the question, "Is V for Vendetta mine?" I have to say, "No."
A/N: I am trying to find the comic to see that point of View in the story of V for Vendetta so I can be in more understanding. To that if you must know I have only watch the movie. Please do not discriminate me if I say something that may argue with your thought of the movie or comic. I am here not to harm your thoughts, but to give you a story to read to extend the power of imagination. Please enjoy this story and if you want to send me a review or flame I will gladly accept it with embracing arms. Thank you.
C.M.H. the teenagedarkangel
VEVVEV
Dry tear marks still stained on her cheeks. Morns for V were still in her, but she was slowly getting to the point where she would cry but couldn't. The Shadow Gallery was still and in darkness leaving no true shadows but the ones hiding the stories of which each item came to be.
Slowly Evey motion her legs to the jukebox choosing a random song to calm her tense nerves. Closing her eyes memories passed by…….the dancing……the conversations……..the kiss……. treasured memories only to be known by her alone. At times she could just hear the echoes of his last words engulfing her body into a state of bliss and disheartened.
At first she thought on how much she hated V for giving his confession of love to her and leaves her without one to give back, but Evey smiled as she remembered the touch of the mask with her lips. That was the confession she gave, there were no words, but don't actions express more than words? V did his share of actions and even in words they were in such way that it couldn't be expressed in any better.
The room was once again filled in silence but it took Evey a min. to take notice. She let out her breath; a breath she didn't realized to be holding and walked towards a room that was filled with stories. V's room was surrounded by books, books, and even more books. How did V find the time to be all super hero, super villain and have a moment to read thousand page books? Evey took some of her spare moments to read through some of the ones that caught her eye which was practically all of them. She wanted to see through V's point of view. But with V having a past she never truly learned of she doubted her possible try of seeing the world in his aspect.
She glanced at the room wondering why she had her legs drag her to the room of the one she cared for deeply. She turned away only to accidentally bump into a tower of books which seem to fall causing a domino effect on the rest of the books. She gave a sigh and bended down to pick them up one by one.
He really needed a book shelf for all these books…she looked upon the hundred of books once more …or four
She smiled sadly as she glanced at the titles of the books which were mostly Shakespeare stuff and some of other things as well.
She stood back up knowing she couldn't restack all of these books. She decided to find some bookcases where she can organize them.
VEVVEV
The morning light splashed onto the roofs of the houses and buildings welcoming for a nice day…okay, not all nice.
Evey woke with a quick start and ran over the fallen books into the bathroom where she started letting out her dinner; she was throwing up. This been happening since November 17th a few days after V died. She had the thoughts of going to a doctor, but decided to ignore it saying she was just very depressed on V being gone. She slept in his room to remember his fragrance as if he never left. She swore to never wash anything to get rid of his scent; it was the only thing that made her calm when she was all sad.
I better go to find some bookcases for all these books. She glanced at the books still on the floor. She grabbed her purse planning to go to the bank where she can get the money to buy at least one bookcase.
VEVVEV
Too expensive, just TOO expensive. So far the cheapest bookcase was EIGHT HUNFRED DOLLARS! And that was just for one! She didn't think that a plain bookcase would be so expensive. She walked for hours and the only cheap bookcase was to hold only six books. Too small.
She gave a yawn for she was tired and wished for sleep. As she turned a corner her eyes locked onto a library. Normally she just walks pass buildings not caring about anything besides her own life, but now, ever since V…
She went to the doors to enter, but they seemed to be locked.
"Sorry my dear child but the library is closed for reconstruction." A voice came behind her.
Evey turned around to see a man of maybe fifties or early sixties. He had no hair straight through the middle of his head and he had a white mustache and thin glasses showing his wise, gentle eyes.
"Oh really?" She gave another sigh that showed her disappointment. Then she regained her posture. "Evey Hammond, nice to meet you." She let out her hand.
"Lee Monroe, I am the librarian of this library." He shook her hand and gave her a kind smile. "I'm sorry that you came at this time. Was there a specific book you wanted to get?"
Evey shook her head. "No, I actually never had been to this library before. It just seemed to catch my eye. I mean, I usually pass by this area without giving this library a second thought…but now I seemed to be more interested."
The librarian gave her a nod. "And what may I ask inspire you now to look into libraries?"
Evey looked up in the sky as if trying to find something. "A friend, a very special friend…"
Once again the man smiled. "Friends are very special indeed. Just in one person may a life be changed forever in such ways others couldn't imagine."
Evey nodded, "Well, nice to meet you Mr. Monroe I would like to continue chatting, but right now I'm looking for at least one cheap bookcase."
"Bookcase you say?"
She nodded her head, "My home is also the home of hundreds of books and unless they are stacked upon each other they practically dictate the house floor." She groaned remembering all the books she had to walk over.
"Look, since the library is being reconstructed most of my book cases are going to be replaced by new ones. I can give you some if you like."
Evey's eyes widen, "Really? Are you sure?"
Once again the man nodded. "I think four would be good. The shelves are pretty big, but like you said you have hundreds of book. I say each bookcase can hold up to a hundred chapter books I believe. You believe four be enough?"
Evey gave it a thought and nodded, "But are you sure Mr. Monroe? You don't have to. Look, I'll pay you four hundred dollars."
The man laughed, "No dear child, you don't need to. A kind deed once and a while won't do any harm."
Evey eyed him, for some reason she knew he wasn't telling the whole truth, but she let it slide. "Mr. Monroe, you are so kind, but at least three hundred?"
He shook his head, "Free."
"I can't-"
"You can."
"But-"
"No buts dear child."
Evey sighed, "I have no choice do I?"
The man laughed, "Nope."
Suddenly Evey realized something, "Oh bullocks, I was searching for a bookcase when I don't even have a truck to carry it to my house." She shook her head think that is was totally stupid of her to not notice that.
"Then borrow my truck if you must. I'll load the shelves on the back." He reached into his pocket and handed her the keys.
"Mr. Monroe, how kind you must be! Doing all of this for a woman you just met minutes ago. But, you sure? I mean, I can go rent a truck-"
"No, no, take mine, it is okay Ms. Hammond."
Evey gave him a smile as she moved her hand to accept the keys…but stopped. Her hand swiftly ran over her mouth and quickly turning toward the road she released her breakfast onto the street.
"My dear child!" The librarian placed his hands on her forehead as she got back up. "You're not sick I think. No fever. But you are in no state to be out here when you should be in bed. Heaven sake you're in no state to drive either. Here, my truck is right by the corner. Go in and rest. I will go place the bookcases on the truck." He showed Evey toward the truck and walked back into the library leaving Evey in the corner trying to ignore the sour taste in her mouth.
"What is wrong with me?"
VEVVEV
Thirty minutes passed and all four shelves were placed on the back of the truck. Who knew Mr. Monroe be so strong to do all that work. Evey felt bad for not even helping, but when she went out to help him he just placed her back in the truck saying it was all right. Still Evey wished she did help.
"Well, it seems that all we need to do is take these bookcases to your home." Mr. Monroe said as he climbed in the driver's seat.
"No…you can't drive with me…" She took the moment to catch her breath, "…I will go alone. I'll bring the truck back."
Mr. Monroe shook his head, "You are not well. You just threw up and by the looks of it you are very tired. You are in no state to drive. Besides, you need help to get those bookcases in the house. Funny, now that I think of it, how can you have room in your home for four big bookcases?
Evey chuckled softly, "I have my reasons that I can't let you come in my ho-" Evey quickly stopped as she forced her breakfast back down her throat. Once again the sour taste covered her taste buds. "Sigh, I guess you're right…Mr. Monroe, can you keep a secret?"
VEVVEV
The darkness that took over the room ran to hide as the definition Shadows appeared behind every object as the lights flickered on.
"So this is where the mysterious V lives. Amazing, just utterly amazing." The librarian's eyes glued onto the Shadow Gallery as if trying to fit a mental picture in his head to remember while he was wheeling one of the bookcases in.
"Yup…uh, place the shelf…there, on that wall." Evey pointed towards a bare wall guarded at each end by the empty shelled knights while unconsciously started fanning herself.
"Okay, and place the others beside it-one by one?" He looked at her as he placed the bookcase on the wall.
She nodded slowly as this great amount of pain rushed into her head. She placed a hand on her forehead, and as she noticed her hand fanning herself she started to get annoyed with the temperature. "I-I need to…sit…" She slowly guided herself to the couch and closed her eyes as Mr. Monroe went out to continue the job of placing the shelves by each other.
VEVVEV
Mr. Monroe finished his task and went over to Evey. He started to wonder what was wrong with the girl and couldn't help but worry for her as if she was his own child.
"My dear girl, you seem to be sick in some way. Though by your temperature you don't seem to have a fever or anything, is there something you might have?" He sat beside her and motioned her to lie down.
"Uhh, I don't think so. Besides asthma I doubt anything. I'm sure it's nothing." She continued fanning herself and felt her headache slowly faded away.
"Hmm, I surly doubt throwing up on the street, feeling hot-" He pointed out to her hand that was fanning herself, "-and being tired, by the looks of it, is just nothing." He eyed her with a serious look, and Evey gave a sigh in defeat. "How about I come over tomorrow and check you out. In my younger days before I was a librarian I worked as a pediatrician for the war. I might not be a hospital kind of doctor, but I think I'm the best you can get especially if you truly are V's accomplice slash friend. Trust me, there are still people in this world that may not be finger-men but can do as they do-Even the doctors in the hospital! V seemed to make this world a different place, but not all plans come perfectly Ms. Hammond, there are always dark corners of pure brilliance."
Evey nodded her head in understanding. "Thank you so much Mr. Monroe-"
"Lee."
"-Lee, thank you so much. And you may call me Evey. It seems we are strangers to each other no longer by the looks of it." She let out a short chuckle.
"Well, by the looks of it, it is time for me to return to the library. Did you know I also lived in there?" Lee too let out a chuckle and started off, but Evey stopped him.
"Oh, uh Mr.-I mean Lee, do you know what might be wrong with me?" She gave him curious eyes that gave him no choice but to answer.
"Well, this seemed to be a conclusion of two things…you either have a virus of some sort like diarrhea. Or…" he trailed off. "…ahem, well it's either a virus or something else." He let out a harsh cough as his throat went against him.
"What is that something else?" Evey asked concerned.
"Nothing you need to worry about…yet. I'll come by tomorrow with some old doctor supplies I still have. One-twenty okay?"
Evey nodded her head. "Yes, and thank you so much for the shelves…oh wait! The money!" Evey got up and ran to the other side of the room to get a hold of her purse that detained the money. "I have two fifties. Will that be…?" She turned around and noticed Mr. Monroe was gone, she quickly ran outside where the truck was to be only to see that the truck was already driving away.
VEVVEV
Once again darkness prevailed in another room as well as others, but only for a while till the source of all light lit into the windows. Not just the Shadow Gallery had shadows, and in this room that was covered in a big huge shadow held an idea among millions that were held in paper written in ink. This idea was not written, but it still was powerful as ones in books, maybe even more.
A loud creek echoed in the rooms as a giant door opened in the dark room giving the room slight brightness, but once again in darkness as a figure blocked the light.
"That Evey is one of a kind, beautiful too. No wonder she had caught your eye my friend."
His response was only silence.
"Sigh, must you always be so mysterious. You have those moments where you are so silent and nothing can get come out from your lips, and then there are the times where you can talk nonstop forever and ever." The figure let out a short chuckle. "Just to let you know it seems that she has a sickness of some sort…"
Once more his response was silence. The figure continued walking closing one door and walk towards another through the maze of bookshelves. The door slowly opened as it was pulled open.
"…or she is pregnant."
That was all he needed. But the response was neither words nor silence; it was the echoing sounds of an objecting falling onto the floor…a book.
"Well, night." And once more the room was filled in silence only leaving the shadows' whispers to roam through the night.
VEVVEV
A/N: I may have confused some of you while reading. So please take the time to read over again if you must, and even ask questions in your reviews…if you review, but if you can, then kindly do. But just reading is my happiness, thank you for sparing your time reading this story of mine.