Disclaimer:Neither of the Coauthors own V for Vendetta, or know very much about it. Except for the female in this prologue and in later chapters. I won't reveal her name just yet. This is based on movie-verse, the end of the movie.
The Illusion of Coincidence
Prologue: Revenge, Revenge.
Revenge, revenge. The rhythm of the unspoken chant coursed its way through her veins, entwining with her blood. Revenge, revenge. The tune gave her enough strength to life her head from the lifeless man's chest. Blood mixed in the trails of salty tears that marked pale flesh. Her hands shook, even as she got a grip on the knife that had killed him. Revenge, revenge. She stumbled through the shut down station, blurry eyes following the tracks. Twin lights danced before her, and she paused to blink. No, she couldn't be hallucinating...but this track had been shut down for some time now. Her throat didn't even let her emit a gasp as she backed away from the oncoming train. Back towards the end that has not rushed past, a body tumbled from the moving train to the ground of the station. Her blue eyes followed the sickening tumble until the body stopped. She could recognize the mask even from her distance, even through her tears. Revenge, revenge. The blood carried the pumping chant back into her brain. Her booted feet managed to plop into a run before her mind could figure out what it was doing. She fell to her knees beside the man, arm poised to use his own knife against him. Revenge, revenge. Her heart beat, her tears fell.
He was barely alive, clinging to life as his tarred flesh would cling to his mask. He could barely notice the girl above him, the glint of his own knife. "Are you going to kill me now?" He asked, his normal cocky sarcasm was destroyed by his wheezing breath.
She paused, the knife falling from her fingers to a spot beside his hair, neither of them hurt by it. She shook her head, crying harder. "I came to do that.." Revenge, revenge. She sniffed, "But I can't watch another man die today." She began to work at stopping his bleeding, the rasping breath causing her to shudder at intake. Her hands fell towards his mask.
He felt panic, as her hands reached for his mask. He didn't want anyone to see the charred flesh below the mask and the clothing. He was an idea, no longer a man, men could die but ideas couldn't. "Please...don't."
She shook her head, it was filled with a resolve to save at least one life on this bloodstained night. "You can't breath properly through it..." And she closed her eyes, her resolve letting her muscles pull the mask off his face. She dropped it to the ground, the noise reverberated startling her out of her reverie. He had killed her fiancee, but seeing him so helpless, so alone, something in her resolve snapped. Revenge, Revenge. It filtered out of her blood, oozing out of her along with her tears and sweat. She would save this terrorist.