A/n: I don't own "V for Vendetta". Alan Moore, DC Comics, and Vertigo, own this brilliant graphic novel/ and movie.
This story is from the movie's perspective. I'm a V for Vendetta virgin, so be nice! Hope you enjoy!
Title: -Vengeance of the Notorious V-
Genre: Action Adventure/Romance/Drama
Rating: M for Mature or R
Summary: After the death of V, Evey witnesses all his hard work is in jeopardy when a new militia and government start taking control of London. Now a new terrorist is about and shares striking qualities of someone from her past.
Prologue.
November 5th.5:00a.m
London streets ran rapid with chaos. The police were at a loss of what to do, waiting on orders to be given from parliament. Lieutenant Riley O' Conner waited in anxiety with his troops, ordering the rebellious citizens throughout London to take off their masks. One of his soldiers addressed him in panic.
"What do we do sir! This mob has gotten out of our control, and I cannot get a hold of Mr. Creedy or the rest of the board!" Young Captain Moby hollered above the noise. O' Conner kept his eyes on the mass mob his men were fighting off.
"Find Adam Sutler!" He shouted in irritation.
Moby tried to brace himself as he told his commanding officer the bad news. "Uh...S-sir, um...Mr. Adam Sutler was found dead behind the Liberty building just a few moments ago."
O' Conner growled. He wants a war...we'll give him one. "Get the defense line ready! I want these prospective terrorist found! Tell the citizens to take off those damn mask or we will burry them in it!"
"Bullocks..." Moby muttered to himself.
It took everything in him not to run away. Not to hide. Somewhere...deep down, past his obligations to his country and his oath of loyalty, and his reason, he wanted to be on the other side. He wanted to be one of those crazy rebellions in the Guy Fawkes mask. But if they knew that they were about to face a firing squad...would they still be rebellious?
This 'V' person had created an epidemic of drastic proportions. Now, it was up to the military and the remaining political leaders to restore what was once the 'The Perfect System.'
Shouting orders in his walkie talkie, he yelled the list of demands for the troops to follow. Soon, there would be blood to add to the fire. Women and children's screams will be heard for miles...And he was giving them their deaths.
Moby took in a deep breath and exhaled. Orders were orders. With a heavy heart, he prepared to send the people of London to his death. However, he was walking in the opposite direction of the troops. He was walking away.
--- 5:01am
Evey sat in a different part of the Shadow Gallery this morning, sipping from a champagne bottle. She had sat where the roses grew vibrant, and their luscious red filling every part of the room. The green house had come to be V's favorite room of his layer, she soon discovered.
The roses were still, uncut, and waiting to be picked. They had no clue that their previous owner wasn't coming back. Evey had cried in excruciating grief, all the while London was going crazy.
She couldn't bring herself to do more than mourn over the death of a man whom she had come to love. The man no one knew. The man who had set everyone, herself included, free, risking his life to do so. They would never get to pay him the tribute he so deserved.
Glancing around the room, Evey smiled sad smile of adoration. He wouldn't have wanted it anyway.
Her sad thoughts of a love lost brought her to think about all the great tragedies of history, rather fiction or fact. Samson and Delilah, Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Insole, Beauty and the Beast.
"I envy you, love, but such a thing is not meant to last." she whispered, taking another swing of champagne.
Gathering her strength, Evey returned to the rooftop. Smoke from the parliament building was still a gashing with flames of retribution. But there was something else. Screams. Men, women...Songs of death could be heard, and it tore her heart into pieces. She saw the military firing at these defenseless people without mercy, without conscience.
"Oh my god...no. NO!" She cried out in fury.
No more lives needed to be taken today. November 5th was supposed to be the beginning of freedom, not the bloody restoration of London's fascist government.
As if God heard the cries of his children and wept, rain poured from the sky. Evey stared mercilessly down at the firing squad emptying out their clips on those who took a stand. Those who dared to be different. Those who wanted to see a new day. The water from the dark sky drizzled on her peach-fuzzed hair.
"God is in the rain..." she calmly stated.
V was right. The only verdict was vengeance.
