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Summary: Three months have passed since the destruction of Parliament and drastic changes have already taken affect, not only in England but across the world. Evey along with Finch have taken the new revolution to heart as it plays into their daily lives, but Evey feels something has happened to the people now that things are 'perfect'. Is Evey now the only person left who still feels loss? (Movieverse, VEvey)
Author's Note:
I was very hesitant on writing another fanfiction, especially one based off of V for Vendetta. But here I am, writing this. I don't know where I'm going to go with this. It's more of a, "I need to write V fanfiction just cause I'm so obsessed." Lawl Well, I hope you enjoy what I come up with. Should prove most interesting.
"Vindication of Life"VEV
It hadn't hit. Her memories seemed to be now shrouded as if nothing had ever happened. The last year had just come and gone. Maybe true pain was never really felt. Perhaps that was one of the main reasons that kept him going for so many years. Memories that were thrown to the wolves to leave behind an empty shell that still somehow carried on.
A home that was now empty of reason.
An almost haze lingered in the dimly lit central chamber of the Shadow Gallery. It had gone untouched by human contact for nearly three months now. The New Year saw it's light by bringing in a new power. One that was strong and feeding off the people's hopes of a free world. One held without oppression and greed. It was a dream that was inspired not by a whole but by one that ended.
And it was evident that it had. Dust and cobwebs proving to her that no one was here, and there wasn't going to be anyone. She had decided to make her way again as she had before. She was under protection now, and the people didn't bother her. She was now a respected name rather than a marked one. A new home had been given to her, as well a new life. She was happy in a way anyone can be, monotone that it was.
The bright lights of flame that danced off of Parliament that night somehow settled her into a state that she neither cried nor laughed. It was a flux of the mind that she somehow couldn't control. A hole that she didn't believe would be refilled. But she continued on.
"Perhaps this is what he wanted."
With that, she dimmed the lights off once again and started back. Erasing her steps in the dust from hence she came.
VEV
The flurry of a newspaper landed in front of Evey as she backed up suddenly from her daze. It was a copy of the Boston Globe, and printed directly on the front was a giant green arrow pointing up. Opening the paper fully she revealed the headline that was below the fold.
'Stock Market Sees Green.'
"It seems our little revolution has started others." Printed pages from the internet suddenly landed on top of the Globe. Each one stating in either English or the countries native language that things were suddenly growing better. "I just can't get over it. It's only been three months since Parliament was blown up and yet such a rise in positive movements have had drastic changes in such a short amount of time. It's almost as if we were all of the same mind. Finally growing tired of the endless bollocks." Finch declared as he practically fell into his seat. A wide grin plastered on his face.
Evey looked over the papers, bringing her mug of coffee to her lips without a word. It was without a doubt something to look forward to for the future, but even with the influx of good news not only from their own country but also from so many other nations, it was still only minimal success. For instance with the American Stock Market, the rise the Globe was referring to, was an increase by two points. Something that normally wouldn't have arisen to such ecstasy, but after more than 20 years of war and pain, anything positive deserved more than what was usually granted.
Evey leaned back in her chair. Cupping the warm mug in her hands. The office was a bit chilly. "People are strong. We follow in each other's footsteps. All we need is one strong enough to take the first step. In all honesty, even with our economy the way it was compared to all the other nations, I think we had it worst off. At least everyone else had a voice. We were all just such cowards we couldn't speak up." She took another sip.
Finch looked at her shrewdly. "Is… everything alright, Evey?"
"Hmm… oh yeah. Why wouldn't it be?" She looked down at her watch taking in the time. Quarter past noon and her stomach was protesting. "I'm heading out to grab a bite to eat. Care to join me?" She asked, standing up and beginning to collect her paperwork.
"Nah, I'm good. Give me a call later, alright."
"Sure. I'll have those reports on your desk tomorrow morning." Finch nodded in reply as he turned to his desktop and started typing. Taking her mug of coffee she slipped out into the hall of the large office building. Their new headquarters being a large five-story building come to call as Vars. It was meant as a leading jump over the previous rule of Norsefire.
The streets were busy as always. Nothing outwardly changed as far as visually goes. People were seen doing the same daily routines as was deemed appropriate to their lives before. But now, people could do far more as they pleased to the extent of common sense at least. Vars had it's appointed police that kept the word 'freedom' to a point where you were as free as you knew what was right. Robbing a store was not under the 'freedom' protocol.
But now, private conversations in homes were kept private. Cameras around the city along with their microphones were torn down. Television was no longer censored. To an extent, remembering back to the famous work of George Orwell, 'Big Brother' was no longer watching. It honestly felt like they had reverted back to before Norsefire ever came to power. Which is what they all wanted, right.
No one would recognize the infamous Evey Hammond as she walked the streets like any other. She may have worked with Finch as one of the leading people in Vars, but her role, voice, and self was kept shrouded. She didn't care for publicity. She was getting by perfectly under cover. Even when she spoke when ordering a meal in a restaurant, her voice was never connected to her government role. As far as everyone knew, Evey Hammond was sitting next to them all, even seeing her write her name in signing a check it was overlooked. She had some how become a ghost and yet welcomed and talked to like any normal person. Maybe it was this new revolution that made people think and pay no mind to others as much as they had once done.
How come she wasn't able to do the same like everyone else. Ignore the goings on of others, but initiating them into conversation like any other, even while knowing. It was like you were talking to a famous movie star but not fawning over them, but treating them like any other. It had grown to a time of equality… which seemed to Evey, that she had been washed out to sea in it's wake.
She stopped. The flow of the crowd moved around her as if nothing obstructed them. Her gaze slowly drifting to the sky, lifting her arms heavenward she let out a slight laugh and cried, "What now!?"
No one looked up.
Author's Note:
And thus we reach the end of the Introduction. C&C is appreciated greatly. I'm trying to get my writing senses back in action as this semester for me in college will be focused around much essay writing. nodnod What with Humanities, Psychology, and English Composition, I've got much writing ahead of me, and I must say, my words are a bit rusty compared to my art. Lawl The first chapter should be up shortly, if not today (1/23/07), then tomorrow. Right now I have three hours before my next class so I've got plenty of writing time, and I haven't gotten to the fun parts yet. ;P
Ahro