Title: E.V.: Ever Vigilant

Summary: The inspiration of an idea lingers in the hearts of the people after the Great Parliament Explosion. Revolution has begun in its wake and Evey has placed herself right in its thick. Yet change always resists, as do those still left in power. As in the spirit of dramatic climaxes, help is offered by an unlikely player.

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the V. for Vendetta movieverse or written works. Nor do I own the concept of an idea, although I do like to think I have many good ones floating in my head. I can say, however, that I do own a man who I love very much, but that's a whole other story.

Shot out of a Volcano at Last!
(V)

My consciousness awakened once more as my body laid, extended out in the train car. I don't know how long I had been there. It could not have been for long. I could sense her near me. It took all my will not to call out to her. To take her in my arms once more. I yearned to show her, to tell her I was still alive. But I knew it could not be. She thought I was gone, and so I would be to her.

I smelled the roses around me. It was more than I could have asked for. She was more than I could have dreamed for. She deserved more.

I heard the cock of the gun before the inspector confronted my girl. But she was a determined one, I had faith in her. The voices were muffled, fading in and out. I feared it was a trick of my mind. The pain was near overwhelming. I heard the switch of the lever and felt the train lurch under my prone form. It was no trick. She had done it.

A smile crossed my face, hidden by the frozen expression. My love had done it. It would not be long now before the train finished what needed to be done. And I would be there to witness it first hand.

She had left with him. I knew she was gone the moment she stepped off this living tomb. This masterpiece, this example to those who wished and dreamed for a freedom denied to them by those with the power. She already had found that freedom. But perhaps now she would find living in it easier. But it would not be easy. A part of me dreaded leaving her alone. Not that I felt that she needed me. Oh no. She was a strong woman. She had proven herself well. Quite simply, I am selfish.

I allowed myself to move then...pain ripping through the torn flesh I hated to call my own. The red petalled beauties fell uncerimonially but I hardly took notice. I didn't have time. I stumbled to the door, grasping it for support before pressing the knob to open the doorway. The wind howled past as I watched the wall that appeared so close to the speeding train. Any moment now.

And there it was, the opening I had made sure would be available. One never knew where situations would land oneself. Preparing ahead. It was something I was good at, even unto certain death. Even when it came to her.

Despite the pain throbbing in my veins, I pushed myself from the vehicle. I hit the ground roughly, but I wasn't conscious long enough to register the new injuries. I had one last thought before the blackness surrounded me. Soon, I would find myself in the sunny lands of the blue Mediterranean.

Reference to Jules Verne's Journey to the Centre of the Earth. Specifically the last few chapters, one titled: Shot out of a Volcano at Last! and Sunny Lands of the Blue Mediterranean in which they finally escape the underground through a volcano which leads back to open land, and the lands in which they found themselves when they regained consciousness.

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A.N.- Since seeing this movie I have fallen completely in love with the idea, the man, the everything that is the story of V. for Vendetta. I've challenged myself to write a continuation to the story because I feel that life doesn't just end after an idea has been introduced. That idea could expand and grow, sit stagnant in an unwilling society, or dissipate into the void that is unremembered history. I want to see what happens to that idea in the world created by this movie, having never read the book. That and I just really really didn't want to see him die.

I have lots of plans for where I am going to take this story, using perspectives of V., E.V., and moments of third person. It's a style I work with easiest and most people seem to like it. I will thrive on reviews. Any encouragement and interest will see the story unfold faster.

I'm not as familiar with the process of revolutions, or politics as I'd like to be. I'm going to take it from a few writings I've tried to familiarize myself with and take the rest as it comes. Hopefully it should be fun.

If anyone wants to give me some ideas, or suggestions, or corrections, please please feel free to offer them.

More to come soon.