Auxilium Angelus
Chapter One: The Sixth of November
Summary:Movie-verse. Madam Fate what a marvelous web you weave…Four years have passed since the night parliament, and V, were both destroyed. Evey saves a young girl's life and now currently lives with her in the Shadow Gallery. What happens when Norsefire tries to regain power, and someone returns from the 'grave'?
Salve! This is my first V for Vendetta piece of literature, and I'm excited to write and post this. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Auxilium Angelus is Latin for guardian angel. Please read and enjoy, R&R if you like, but all flamers will be black-bagged, taken behind the chemical sheds and shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own V for Vendetta, or the characters or places it contains.
Homicidia!
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The snow fell lightly on the gray pavement, covering the hard stone with a layer of white, cold fluff. The world seemed at peace on this November the 6th, one day after the revolutionary night where fireworks illuminated the sky. Evey remembered the night with a heavy sigh, so much had happened. She had experienced the dawn of a new age of democracy and yet lost her closest friend and lover. Evey shook her head and bit back fresh tears from falling over her already red and puffy eyes.
Oh V… she would miss him terribly, more than he may have ever assumed when he made this plot of his vendetta. She couldn't be comforted by his touch, by his smooth voice and strong words, but Mother Nature seemed to cast small flakes of sympathy upon her thin lashes and peach fuzz of her once long hair. She needed a change of scenery, somewhere she could breathe without seeing his things everywhere, reminders of what he left in her possession to care for.
Evey continued to pace outside the abandoned flat overtop the hidden Gallery. The snow seemed to clear England of its cynical past, wiping the slate clean of any vice or injustice. Evey blinked through the snow, the cold feeling good against her warm skin. Her swerving mind seemed to dispatch as she closed her eyes. The quiet brought back small memories of playing in the snow when she was a little girl. The sweet silence and welcoming cold made the burden on her heart give way slightly, and Evey felt some inner peace.
That moment was quickly shattered as she heard earsplitting gunfire erupt from up the street. Not thinking, she ran to see what had happened, unconsciously aware she may be running to her death. She froze to see a man, fingerman standing in the middle of the street holding a gun. Reacting, she pulled out a dagger she took for V's armory and threw it at break-neck speed, the blade sliced through the frigid air. The metal whizzed, and created an incision in the man's forehead, spotting blood over the white ground. His now limp body flopped down and the gun landed softly indenting the pure surface.
Coming out of her adrenaline rush, Evey finally took notice of her surroundings. There were two men, plus the one she had killed, lying unconscious- no dead in the crimson snow. With any luck, the snow would cover them, and they would never be found. She was about to walk away when she saw movement out of her peripheral vision. Her mocha eyes squinted to see another body, barely covered in a dusting of snow, twist and struggle to get up. Concerned, Evey calmly ran to the figure and brushed off the thin layer of snow now encasing its body.
Instead of finding another policeman, Evey found a girl. She was young, probably around 11 years of age, deathly pale and skinny. She had midnight colored hair, soaked in wetness of the weather. A fast touch of her hand and she felt a faint pulse, informing her that the girl was barely alive. Evey picked up the child with little to no difficulty, she needed to get out of the cold or else she may die of hypothermia. There was no hospital for miles; the woman knew that so she quickly paced back to the long, dark halls of the Shadow Gallery. Ignoring her feelings, she quickly entered her bedroom and placed the cold thing on the messy sheets.
After stripping the articles that covered her body, she dressed the unconscious girl in warmer clothes and placed several spare blankets over her covers. Evey gazed down at the young one with sadness, knowing she'd done all she could. She brushed her bare hand across her forehead, taking her internal temperature as rising slowly but surely. Sighing, she stood from her seat next to her on the bed, and went to grab a throw and pillow for herself. She wasn't going to leave the girl alone, for fear of what may happen if she awoke, so she took a place on the rug beside the bed and rested her eyes.
Evey had to admit that this all seemed strange. She had lost her lover the night before and not even 24 hours later; another figure as, given unknowingly, entered her life, needing her protection. Her eyelids pursed together tighter, making a vow to herself not to lose this stranger to the bullets of the changing world above them. Her mind so stressed eased to sleep. Only then did she finally feel the repercussions of V's death, tears leaking passed her defenses absently.
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Chapter one isn't as long as I could make it, but I need to set the stage. So now would be the time I ask for feedback. Please tell me what you think, just don't hate to hate. There are ways to tell someone they don't like something without coming out and ruining their day.
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Thank you for your time, Vale!
~Phoenix
