Disclaimer: I do not own V for Vendetta. I really wanted V, but he says he's stuck on Evey and can have no other. Sigh
Authors Note: This is my first V for Vendetta fic, so hopefully it is up to par. I'm supposed to be working on my other stories I know, but this wouldn't leave me alone and I had to post it. I'm dying to know if I'm any good at V fanfiction! This is movie based as I have never seen the graphic novel. Read, Review, and Enjoy!
He was walking to his death. He knew this and Evey knew it. She was on the platform behind him crying and asking him to stop. She had said they could run away together. But they could not.
He had to do this. The man in him would have given up his revenge for her. The vendetta that he had held close for twenty years. It paled in comparison to her.
Perhaps if he was just a man beneath this mask . . . . but he wasn't. Beneath his mask, beneath his scarred and mutilated flesh was an idea. And the idea had to go on.
What he was doing wasn't just for him. It was for the people who needed hope. People like her. They, she needed him to do this. So she and the others could have a better future.
He squared his shoulders against her sobs and forced himself to take another step. Another step away from the life he wished he could lead. The one he'd dreamed of having but never thought possible.
And perhaps that was why he'd become an idea so willingly. He had thought no other life, a life free of revenge, was possible for him. After all, who could love one with a face such as his?
She said she could.
His steps almost faltered. It was what made this so much more difficult. She said she could. The chance was there for him to take. Its call was strong. He quickened his steps.
But he could not answer it.
Because he was not a man.
He was an idea.
And ideas did not waver.