VforVendettaVSPhantomoftheOpera

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Chapter 1: The Beginning.

My name is Evey. For the past year, my life has been... confusing, to say the least. My life has changed drastically for the better. I will always look back at this time and remember it as a turning point. I've grown up more this last year than I have in my entire 21 years of life.

I guess I should start from the beginning. All of this really starts, with a man. But he was more than a man... he was an idea. His name was V. It's pretty sad that I know so little of him, when he impacted my life so much. I met him last year, at the London Opera House, where I used to make my living as a chorus girl. Not the best job, I guess, but it paid the rent.

There was always rumors that there was a "Ghost" of the Opera House. Silly rumors that the ballerinas passed along to new girls. I didn't believe a word of it, of course. This was the year 2014. Ghosts? They were probably on drugs, or simply so food depraved their minds were always working overtime. Ballerinas. Pfft.

I guess an Opera House isn't very modern these days. Not with movie theaters and internet and whatnot... But we did usually take in a good profit every night.

The first time I ever saw met V, it was a Sunday night. I remember that most distinctly of all, because we don't put on shows on Mondays. I was looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow and being lazy all day. It was late, and I was walking home from the Opera House. My apartment was only a block away, so I always walked home.

But that night, the cops were out in full force. Apparently, someone had blown up some famous statue. That didn't mean much to me, since I didn't grow up here. But it mattered to them, and they apparently thought I was some sort of terrorist. In a dress.

"What're you doing out here so late, pretty?," one of them leered at me. I looked around, and then at my watch.

"It's only 9, sir," I answered politely as possible, even though I was already getting angry. The two men stepped toward me threateningly.

"Doesn't matter what time it is... it's too late for a lady like you to be out... by yourself," the other said. "Maybe we could.. accompany you home?"

Did they think I was stupid? They kept coming towards me, though, and I began to realize they really meant business. Police or not, they meant to hurt me... or worse.

"Look, can't you just give me a ticket or something? I'm just going straight home, my house is about five minutes away. You'll never see me again," I pleaded.

The two men shared a glance. "Oh, but precious... we want to see you. All of you!," said the first man, and before I could react, he grabbed me. The second man quickly grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back.

Panic was taking hold of me now, and adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I kicked out at the man in front of me, but he just stepped aside and laughed. "Oh no, darlin', just be nice to us, and we'll be nice to you..."

"Pardon me, sirs, but I suggest you visualize again where you invision this ending. Vexation on your part, I should think. The both of you are vacuous at best, and lack the valor your post suggests. I think it is vital, sirs, that you vacate the area... before you find your viscera to be on the ground. I alone vouch for myself, but I would hate to cause a vituperation," was what I heard from in front of me. The first man blocked me, and I could not see who had spoken, but the man behind me must have seen him.

"Who're you, then? Why don't you just bugger off? This lass is ours tonight." I shuddered. But the phantom voice spoke again.

"Wrong answer... you vicious man."

The next thing I knew, I was thrown to the ground, and instinct made me cover my head. I heard a scuffle ensuing from the three men, but I was too frightened to look or try and make sense of anything. Soon, there was silence.

The unknown voice spoke. "What is your name?," he asked.

I uncovered my head and looked up at him. He was tall, but a streetlight was behind him, and I couldn't see any of his features. "I'm... Evey," I said to him. I could see his shadow nod.

"A perfect name for the perfect girl... you sing at the Opera House, do you not?," he asked me. I didn't ask how he knew this, just nodded my own head. I heard him laugh softly.

"Ah yes... how history repeats itself. Well, Evey, my name is... V."

And then he disappeared.

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Sahweeet.

My 2nd fanfic.

DEDICATED TO PAIGE ESTHER...

p.s. for you rabid V for Vendetta fans, I realize his V-riddled speech is not the same as the movie. I did that on purpose. kthx :)