A/N: Hey there! This is my first ever fanfic and it's based off my favorite movie, V for Vendetta! I haven't read the comic, so sorry if things seem a little different. The first couple of chapters take place before the movie, but don't stress! The story does eventually meet with the movie's plot. It just won't happen for a while. So…with that, here's the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to V for Vendetta. I do own any and all characters that I have created, however. Now, on with the story!

Prologue: The Stage

Dream Sequence

"Are you crazy, Elijah!?" I angrily whispered.

Elijah had thrown a pencil at Mr. Holt while he was writing on the whiteboard. Fortunately, it came up short and hit the floor behind Mr. Holt's feet.

"Just watch," Elijah whispered back. When Mr. Holt turned back around to face the class, he slipped on Elijah's pencil and crashed to the floor. The whole room shook with his impact, for Mr. Holt wasn't one to watch what he ate…

The whole class burst into hysterics, despite the fact that Mr. Holt gave beatings almost every period of the day. We watched as he tried to stand back up numerous times, but failed miserably, making us laugh even harder. When he was finally able to get back on his feet, he silenced the class with his trademark scowl. He pulled a metal rod out of his desk and began tapping the tip of it in his left hand. When he spoke, his voice was like thunder.

"WHO THREW THAT PENCIL!?" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Nobody said anything. Nobody even moved.

"I know SOMEONE threw that pencil to make me fall!! Who was it!?" He started to walk around the class, giving menacing glares to anyone who dared look him in the eye. He stopped at Elijah's desk.

"It was you, wasn't it…Mr. Wilson!?" Mr. Holt had a demonic grin plastered on his face. Elijah leaned back in his chair and gave Mr. Holt a puzzled look.

"Why would I do such a thing?" he asked innocently.

"Don't lie to me. You had every reason to throw that pencil!" Mr. Holt said between his teeth.

"Okay then, Holt. You wanna point your finger at me? Back up your accusation with some cold, hard evidence!" Elijah challenged.

Mr. Holt laughed. "You bloody git! That's simple! I have the class as my eyewitness!" He turned away from Elijah and faced everyone else.

"Class! You all saw Mr. Wilson throw this pencil, correct?"

Once again, nobody moved.

"Well!? Didn't you!?" No response.

Mr. Holt growled, clenching his teeth in anger and frustration at Elijah outsmarting him. He faced Elijah again, holding the metal rod in front of his face.

"You got lucky, Mr. Wilson…the class saved you…but that would only be true if life was fair."

I looked at Elijah in horror. Mr. Holt didn't notice my expression and continued.

"I know it was you. Stand up," he ordered. Elijah didn't move. Mr. Holt grew even angrier.

"I said STAND!" Mr. Holt made to attack Elijah, but he was too fast. Elijah had been expecting a blow and ducked his head down just in time. Mr. Holt had been so focused on Elijah's head that he didn't expect to miss. Mr. Holt wobbled, then tripped over his own feet. For the second time, the room shook with his impact when he fell to the floor. Elijah didn't waste any time. He grabbed his satchel and binder and ran out of the classroom. I stuffed my binder, lecture notes, and pen into my backpack and followed suit. When I was outside the classroom, Elijah had had his back turned, leaning against a locker. When he heard me come out, he spun around, grabbed my left hand, and started sprinting down the hallway. I was caught off guard and was barely able to keep up with him for a few seconds. But by the time we reached the main office, I ran by his side, not needing his hand to guide me anymore. The secretaries freaked out when they saw us sprint through the office but we didn't stop. Nothing was able to stand in our way for very long. We charged out of the front gate of the school and flew down the street at top speed. We didn't stop running until we managed to get to Anthony's house which was thirty minutes away from school…if you were walking. Since Elijah and I were basically running a marathon, we reached Anthony's in about ten minutes. Elijah's hands were so shaky that he could barely take his key and open the front door. When he managed to get it open, he dragged me inside and nearly slammed the door. He guided me into the living room and collapsed on the couch. I sat down heavily upon the recliner, desperately needing to catch my breath from all the running. We didn't say anything for a few minutes, both of us trying slow our breathing. When we were in control, Elijah spoke.

"Man, Mr. Holt is such a prick," he said.

"Yeah…but he deserved what he got today." I let out an exasperated sigh. "Elijah, do you know how much trouble we're gonna get into?" He shrugged.

"He can't prove that it was me. What do we have to worry about? Besides, we don't have school for the rest of the day now. No beatings, no boring lectures…"

"No homework," I added. Elijah laughed.

"That too. We can basically do whatever we want now." I stood up from the recliner and stretched my aching muscles. Elijah also stood, but for a different reason. When I wasn't expecting it, he grabbed both of my arms and pulled me into a short but passionate kiss. When we broke apart, he held my hands in his.

"Dinner and a movie tonight?" he asked.

"Of course. Why would I pass up time like that? I wish I could spend all of my time with you and Anthony…" Elijah and Anthony had basically become the brothers I never had. I spent so much time at either Anthony's or Elijah's house, I would be sneaking out almost every night. Once I stayed at Elijah's house for three days straight since Mom was gone. Some of the best memories I had were with them. I just wished that home was like that…

Suddenly, Elijah froze.

"Elijah?" I asked, shaking him. "What's wrong?"

My vision went black and everything disappeared.

End Dream