Note: I am sure that this type of story has been done before. If you have written a fic similar to this one in plot, then please know that what I am writing is my own original work. I do not own V for Vendetta or any of the characters.
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Chapter 1: All Things Must Come to Fruition:
After the final showdown between Creedy and V.
The masked figure clutched his stomach and let out a soft groan. He could feel the thick, warm blood oozing into his hands as he stumbled down the tunnel. He leaned up against a wall and breathed heavily, wincing from the sharp pain of the bullets which had torn through his body. Tonight, he thought, the revolution begins. His plan had been to blow up the Parliament, and even in the face of death, the man known as "V" would not abandon his plans. He stumbled down the long, winding tunnel, down to the fate which he had long awaited.
As V stumbled further away, little did he know that there was someone in the shadows, watching him and grinning as though they had just won the lottery. All things must come to fruition, the hidden figure thought. Soon, you, my dear boy, will hatch the egg of my long awaited plan. The hidden figure grinned again and walked into a hidden corridor in the station. The figure knew that it was only a matter of time before the final chapter of V's story would end, and the first chapter of another story would begin.
The corridor led to a beautiful scenic outlook over all of London, from where the figure could see the spectacle which was about to unfold. The figure leaned over the railing of the little balcony and lit up a cigarette. For a few minutes the figure stood in deep thought, pondering the mysteries of life, liberty and liability, questions which had always stood the test of time. Suddenly, a distant explosion interrupted the train of thought. The figure bolted up from his leaning posture and looked in the direction of the Parliament Building. A huge ball of fire ascended into the sky, a signal of the supposed victory of the people. The figure smiled and took a long drag of his cigarette. Enjoy this moment, citizens of Britain, the figure thought. Celebrate and be merry, for soon this event will appear as nothing more than a dream. The figure let out a maniacal, sinister laugh, knowing soon his personal plans would be Britain's eventual tomorrow. A bolt of lightening ignited the sky, and thunder roared throughout the country as the citizens of Britain celebrate their long-awaited hope.
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So how's that for a start? NO FLAMES!!