Yeah, I know this has been done. A lot. But I couldn't help myself. This is just a small opening prologue with changing views, reflecting the beginning of the film. After this the chapters will become longer.
8th October. 6.23am.
Far under the streets of London a lone woman woke wrapped in satin sheets. Stretching her sleep ridden limbs her eyes blinked open to be greeted by the vision of stone walls of the vast underground gallery she now called her home. Only now did she realise that she didn't wake by her own means but rather by the shrill cry of her phone demanded her attention.
Deep within the writhing mass of concrete making up the London jungle a lone man woke in unfamiliar cotton sheets. Attempting to move his limbs only brought pain so instead he tried opening his eyes, with more success, to take in the sight of a dimly lit basement. Only now did he hear the beeping and whirring of the machines that he realised he was attached to.
"Hello," the woman greeted her caller as she grabbed the mobile phone by the bedside table. It had surprised her at first that she got reception down here, deep within the Shadow Gallery, but thought of the previous owner flashed through her mind and her face donned a small sad smile. After the year she had known him, nothing about him should have surprised her.
"Hello," the man croaked trying to call a presence in to the room. It surprised him how harsh his voice sounded and again he called, this time stronger. His mind was still muddled and he only had the faint recollection of memories. The first that returned was the memory of his love. A small sad smiled donned his face hidden behind the mask at the surprise to find that she returned his love. But after the year he had known her, nothing about her should have surprised him.
"Hello, Evey," a man's voice greeted her. Evey Hammond smiled at the recognition of Eric Finch's voice. "Evey," he continued before she could speak and only now did she hear the distress in his voice, "We found it yesterday. The last of the rubble was cleared from Parliament and we found it. Of course the train was blown to bits but there was still wreckage. The only thing that there was no trace of was him. No clothing, no mask, no... remains." Evey stared wide-eyed without seeing. She didn't realise her grip on the phone had slackened until she was scrabbling among her bed sheets trying to scoop the phone back up in to her shaking hands. "I quietly hired some doctors and forensic experts. They have inspected the site thoroughly and nothing has been found. Absolutely no trace. They were surprised. They reluctantly admitted that he could have been vaporised but it is extremely unlikely. Near impossible."
"Hello, V," a man's voice greeted him. V tensed on the bed knowing that he wouldn't be able to defend himself if confronted with an enemy. A man stepped through the door and when V remained silent the smiling face approached, continuing talking, "Don't worry, V, I mean you no harm. In fact, quite the opposite." The man strode toward the bed and paused in his speech to check the equipment linked up to his patient. "I found you. That night. Unconscious near an abandoned subway station entrance. I knew it was you instantly. The real you. You were very close to death, your body riddled with bullets and you lay in a pool of your own blood." V's eyes underneath his masks widened as his memories returned. He died. Or at least he thought he did. He didn't remember anything after lying in Evey's arms. Evey. His love. It was only when he felt a gentle pressure on his bed from the man sitting that V returned his attention to his saviour. "I knew that it was still dangerous for you. Especially with you like this. I'm a doctor so I brought you to my home and enlisted the help of some friends from the hospital I could trust. They were shocked and seeing your injuries they found it extremely unlikely we could save you. Near impossible. But we tried. And succeeded."
"You mean..." Evey finally managed to choke out. Her voice was a mere whisper and her limbs still shook.
"You mean..." V croaked. His throat felt raw and his voice suffered for it. It didn't seem possible that he could be here. After all he had prepared for his life ending on that night.
"He survived."
"I survived."
I hope you enjoyed that and I interested you enough to keep a lookout for this story getting updated. Well bye for now :)