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The shadow gallery:

' I will require your theatrical... expertise later this evening.' V came up behind her, and startled Evey from the general cleaning she was doing

'If the offer of assistance still stands, Evey'

'Of course...' she turned to look at him. 'What are we going to be doing?'

'We're going to meet one Bishop Lilliman, he and I have an appointment of late.' V said, slyly.

The colour drained from Evey's face. 'The...the Bishop?' V's shoulders slumped slightly.

'Is that a problem Evey?'

'No...I...Are you going to kill him? Like prothero?'

'Yes, although he has his own...special way of leaving this life.'

Her face darkened. 'Good. Of course I will help you.' V cocked his head quizzically, but did not question her.

'Then we must prepare!'

Westminster Abbey:

'Bishop the girl is a little older than usual...' Dennis was saying, as him and the Bishop was strolling through the halls of Westminster abbey.

'Oh...not too old I trust?' the Bishop's face fell.

'Well...that is for your grace to decide.' Dennis said fretfully.

The Bishop stepped into a large bedroom where Evey was waiting, dressed in a short pink dress. She stood up quickly from the massive purple bed that dominated the room.

She curtsied. 'Your grace.'

The bishop drank in her appearance, his eyes raking over her body.

'To think I doubted your dazzling loveliness! Thank you Dennis that will be all!' he cried.

Dennis hastily left, and the Bishop moved closer, his eyes still assaulting her body.

'The room is not too extravagant I trust?' he whispered, slithering closer, running his hands along the silky bedspread.

'No, you're Grace' Evey said, her tone was sickly sweet. She wanted to revel in his pain, like the pain he caused her when she was just 14.

She was reminded of it now...

'Mum do we HAVE to go?' I whined

'Yes! Your father wants us to go to church, just try to enjoy it...please Evey.'

'Fine, why couldn't daddy come?'

'He had...things to do honey.'

'Ok.' Dad always has 'other things' to do.

Our local church was being 'blessed' by Bishop Lilliman's presence. In light of the war Bishop Lilliman was making trips around the country, after...other duties.

The sermon was long, boring. The Bishop went on about 'God's plan' and 'Holding faith.'

The congregation mingled afterwards, and my mother made me go and talk to him. He could barely keep his eyes off me. He cut my mother off during her pleasantries.

'Mrs Hammond is it?' The Bishop asked silkily.

'Yes' my mother replied.

'I would so love to show Evey something...historical... it's so rare to have someone so...young in the congregation.' He said, even to my young ears he sounded like a leech...or a serpent.

Mum sounded unsure.

'What...do you want to show her?'

'Oh just a tour of her church and some historical facts to go with it.' He said.

'Okay...shall I come with you?' she said.

'No, thank you, I think it would make the tour...'cool' if she didn't have her parent with us.'

He was calm, and completely collected. My mother was brushed away by his charm.

'Okay, well I'll wait here for you' she smiled at me, and settled herself in a pew.

He ushered me out of the hall. He showed me into a back room and talked a little bit about the building.

I sat down; the Bishop stood behind me and leant in close to my ear.

'You know, Miss Hammond, You are very beautiful.' He whispered. He began to massage my shoulders, and moved round so he was facing me.

'Very beautiful'.

His hands moved down my chest, and he began to massage my breasts.

'If your Mother ever found out about this...You'll go to hell, did you know that?'

I began to cry. Silent tears tasted salty in my mouth.

'Now, Now, we can both enjoy this....'

He pushed me onto the floor, and began to kiss me, all over... I tried hard to push him off me.

'Come now Miss Hammond, don't struggle!

I said don't struggle you fucking little bitch!'

He slapped me hard across the face, my lip was bleeding. I bled from private parts when he entered me, it hurt so much.

'Please...Please...' I whimpered.

'Get your clothes on, you degenerate slut.' He snarled, as he got dressed. 'Remember what I said, if this ever gets back to me, I'll kill your mummy and daddy and you'll go to hell.'

I whimpered in reply.

My mother noticed the bleeding lip.

In the days that followed, her a dad had a lot of arguments; it wasn't long after that, that St. Marys happened

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The hatred boiled in Evey's veins like a poison. In the years that followed she felt worthless, a whore. Her thoughts swarmed like angry bees in her head.

He did that. The nightmares, the self worthlessness, the depression...he did that.

'Sit down my dear; let me...give you a massage perhaps?'

When Evey spoke rage laced each word, but she held her voice in such a way, it was quiet and husky.

'Do you remember me Bishop?'

He looked suddenly startled.

'Remember you...?'

'Oh yes Bishop we've met before...'

'Evey?' V's voice said from behind her.

'V' Evey said calmly and stepped back from the Bishop.

'Oh god...' Lilliman cried. 'Oh god it's you...it's you...the terrorist...'

'Evey,' V said quietly, putting his hand on her shoulder 'You don't have to witness this.'

'Thank you, V, but I'd like to watch.'

If his expression could change, Evey knew he would be giving her a questioning look. V moved over to the stereo in the corner, and put on some background music.

'Hello there Bishop! Allow me to introduce myself...'

The bishop cowered by the bed whimpering and pleading. Now, Evey thought, he would feel as she did.

'...I'm a man of wealth and taste'

'Who are you? Wh...O?'

'Why! Bishop I'm the Man from room 5.'

The colour drained from the Bishops already sallow face.

'L...L...L...-'

'Larkhill? Indeed.' V cut in.

'I remember that night...' the bishop choked. 'The night everything exploded...it was like hell, Men burning...choking in the yellow fog...and I saw a black shape against the flames. A man. Oh god who are you? Who are you really?

'I am the Devil, and I come to do the Devil's work.' V said snidely.

'I do not have a name, but you can call me V.'

Evey took the chance in a small silence that fell between them. This would be her only chance for the Bishop to know who he was dealing with.

'I asked if you remembered me, Bishop' Evey whispered. She moved closer to him.

'The girl from Shooter's Hill...south east London'

The Bishop shook his head violently, he was denying any knowledge.

'You told me, that if I told anyone that you raped me, you would kill my mother and father and send me to hell.' Her voice grew louder. She couldn't look at V.

'Now bishop, now it is you who will go to hell.' Evey said with a vicious pleasure.

'You may say a prayer bishop.' V said unwaveringly. 'I have a communion wafer just for you.'

Back at the shadow gallery:

V took the blindfold off Evey as they entered. Evey moved away immediately and sank into a chair.

'Evey...'

'Yes V?'

'Are you...happy he's dead?' he asked.

'I am...very happy he's dead... but does that make me the same as him? A monster? Are you Happy he's dead V?' Evey sounded almost hysterical.

'Yes, I have been planning his death a long time.' V said simply. He sat next to her, and put his arms around her.

'You will never be the same as him, Evey. He forfeited his human rights when he raped a young girl, when he abused people different from him in the name of God. He used people as sick science experiments. No Evey, neve will you be like him. Never' He said into her hair, the smell was lovely, like coconuts.

'Thank you V' she lay her head onto his chest and closed her eyes to his musky scent.

'The pleasure is all mine.' He said softly.

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For anyone that hasn't read V for Vendetta the Bishop is killed by a cyanide-laced communion wafer given to him by V. And Evey lived at Shooter's Hill in south east London. :)