This is a dark, angst, and purely evil version of V for Vendetta. All of the characters are darker than their normal selves, thus, resulting in a bit of OOC. Yet, I believe this is how the story went if the movie Evey went fourth with... well, you'll see. Enjoy!

The explosions were beautiful.

The way they lit up the sky, the way the sparks seemed to create shapes in the dark abyss of the night. Each little light from the firework seemed to glimmer all on its own in radiant flashes of life, before quickly dying down. The way these fireworks exploded was simply astounding, for it caused every onlookers eyes to widen and mouths to part.

The crowd stood beside parliament, each pair of eyes holding the same reflection as a giant "V" exploded into the sky. Watching in awe, their masks in hand, and their clocks hung around their shoulders, they witnessed the 5th of November.

It was so beautiful.

The same image cascaded across another pair of eyes, ones that were filled with a new sense of purpose. They were concentrating on the fireworks as they flashed across the sky. He was everywhere.

"He is you, and he is me... He is all of us," Evey said aloud, her orbs glazed over with a light layer of water. She watched the lights explode, knowing very well who was in the middle of the fire. A masked man who was adorned in roses. He died knowing that he was destroying what everyone knew. Society. Standards. Rules. Restrictions.

The fireworks were emancipating from these conventions that have been forced upon each individual. It was freedom from the confines of a living, breathing cell. An organization which stripped humans of their fundamental rights and took their minds blindly has been abolished. No one truly knew the evils that lied within the corruption of London, nor were they aware of the underlying principal of the beautiful display of lights before them.

Redemption.

"V," Evey whispered lightly, her lips forming a hard line as her hands came up to hug herself. Her fingernails traced light circles on her skin, knowing he'd touched them less than an hour ago. He was breathing, alive, and fully in love with her. Now, he was reaching everyone's heart and bringing their minds to reality as he lit up the sky. He was hope. Evey gave a small nod, glancing back to Inspector Finch. She gave him a small nod,"You're free too." He stared at her for several long seconds, until he could only mirror her expression.

Evey was now alone in the home of V. It was still his home, not hers. Yet, she glanced about the area, knowing the silent understanding that this place would be kept hidden even with another being knowing of its existence. Evey entered the stone room, her pacing slow and her eyes wide.

Her hands moved over the large red-wood piano, her fingers caressing the ivory keys before lightly pressing down. The harmonious sound echoed through out the room, sending chills down her spine. It was beautiful, yet mournful. This sound, would never be heard by V again.

Evey gulped lightly, her body then moving towards the juke box. She gingerly touched the clear glass, as if all the memories were flooding back from the time in which she stood in this exact same spot. She hadn't realized that she had, in fact, put pressure on a button. A beautiful sound resonated within the large cavern, one of their last dance together.

"Oh god." Evey shuddered, her body imagining his hands on her thin waist. He needed her, and he didn't let her go until he had to die. Why did he have to die?

Was it necessary to leave her alone in this world where everyone wanted pain and violence? Was it necessary to let Evey wallow in her sorrows after she placed her lips upon the porcelain mask. Was it necessary to kill her inside as his body collapsed dead in her arms?

When he left, he killed her.

Evey could feel her knees give out on the red carpeting, her body growing weak, and her weak attempts to hold back her tears turned into never ending sobs. "Why." She felt the urge to run her fingers through her hair, but simply found herself clutching her head as tears poured out.

"WHY." She yelled, her face morphing into that of pure horror. She had lost him. He was gone. He changed her world, forced her to see the truth, guided her, and now, gone. It was as if he were a breath of air, coming and going from her life in only the span of a year. And in that year, she had fallen in love. V, ate her heart in the process. He ate it, swallowed it, and expected her to still survive if he left.

The pain seemed to tear through her chest as she cried, her hands hugging her shoulders tightly as she violently shook. Her nose was a blistering red to match her wet eyes, and her lips trembled as they let out irritable sounds of despair. She was devastated. She always had a guard up, and he managed to break it. He broke everything within her, from her spine, to her head, to her heart, to her very own being.

She was destroyed.

Every fiber of her was shaking terribly at the thought of her loneliness. She was all alone now, with no refuge or someone to love. Evey had no one to love. She didn't need to.

With a sniffle, Evey began to realize something. During her time in the cell, she cried, but, she realized what freedom was. She realized what it was like. She was still free. Evey let her hand fall down by her waist limply, her eyes glancing around the room with a new expression. They were wide with curiosity. With one last sniffle, she dabbed her tears with the sleeve of her jacket. Carefully, she stood up from her position and began to walk around the room.

Of course, she was unable to stop the occasional tear as she saw the old paintings and scenery that was so him. Evey then came to a knight in armor. A smile came to her cheeks as she lightly touched the metal figure. Her hands traced a line down to i's waist, before falling into the hilt of a sword.

Evey, every so gently, lifted the sword up into her grip. She held it upwards, letting the lighting gleam against the blade. Evey could feel her breath rapidly increase. The feeling of this sword felt right. The way the grip felt in her dainty hands, the weight. The light almost appeared like fireworks as it dispersed along the sword. Evey smiled.

Her destiny was then decided.

Yay for prologues? I hope you enjoyed it. I'll be posting Chappie 1 right after. PLEASE read and review. They make me so happy.