It has been a year since the fall of Parliament.
There was to be a big celebration. The interim Government had deemed
the 5th of November a holiday. In fact it was to be known as
Revolution Day. The way it was celebrated, was the people donned
their costumes, the ones that V had sent which included, a Guy Fawkes
mask, a shoulder length black wig, a wide brimmed hat, and a long
black cape. V's was the face that signified the day, how ironic, he
hid his true face from the world, but his masked face was the most
recognizable. Evey stood on the roof of the building that was
above the Shadow Gallery. This was the roof where she was reborn,
this was the roof where she watched the houses of Parliament go up in
flames, this was the roof where she watched the man she loved go to
his glorious end. A sad sweet smile crossed her lips as she
remembered the man…of him in a floral apron flipping an egg and
serving her tea, of a man who fought imaginary battles with a suit of
armor, a man who risked his life and his sanity by setting her free
of her fear, a man who danced with her on that fateful night, of a
man who professed his love for her and then went willingly to embrace
death. Tears silently spilled down her face as she remembered the
man. Finally she spoke, "No one will ever forget you V, I will make
certain of that…You may have given England a gift of Freedom and
Hope…But you gave me the greatest gift of all…a gift of self, a
gift of purpose, a gift of love, but most of all…a gift of life."
She looked down at the small bundle cradled in her arms…her son,
no, their son, William Victor Hammond. He was the greatest gift that
V had bestowed upon her, and she would make sure that he lived his
life just as his father would have intended. ~~V~~
Remember,
remember the 5th of November
The Gun Powder Treason and plot
I
know of no reason why the Gun Powder Treason
Should ever be
forgot.
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