3rd Place prize for Heroic Journey Myth
Title: Healed
Fandom: V for Vendetta
" Remember, Remember, the 5th of November. The gunpowder, treason, and blood. I see no
reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot." Evee Hammond lay the rose down on
the rails, her last words echoing in the enshrined tube station.
It was cool in the station, despite the sweltering heat above. Cooling systems saw to the
comfort of more than a million visitors that day as they did every year. Most were British in the
beginning, but after the freed island returned to being England and began rebuilding it's daughter
nation, Americans showed up on November the 5th to pay tribute to the man who's actions had
allowed for help to reach the troubled U.S.A.
Evee smiled. She'd wondered if V had thought of that too when he planned his vengence
against the all-powerful Regime. She thought he probably did, just because that was the kind
of thing V would do: Topple a ruthless dictator, bring the entire nation to revolt, and help a
former ally regain her glory all at the same time.
November the 5th. Today. Evee pushed back her sholder-length hair, the curls catching in
her fingers. Today would mark five since V died. Five years of rebuilding all over the world, of
dispersing the vaccine and medication for the plague the Regime had introduced. Today was
a day where the tele broadcast such stories like ' USA Back in Action: A look at the re-
emergence of a superpower' and 'Japanese break free of Communist Terror'. Evee smiled
brightly, as she'd not done since she was a little girl.
No, that wasn't true. She'd smiled like that for V. A weight rose in her throat at the thought
of the days spent underground in V's home. The old song they danced to floated in the air around
her, the smell of old books rising to meet her nose, the dim lights of the cavernous dwelling. She
missed V. A part of her even wondered what else she could have done to get him to let the train
go by itself and run away with her.
Would they of made it? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Or maybe they'd of returned today to mark
the fruits of his labor. A sigh escaped her lips as she imagined not being so alone in her present
duty as--
" Madam Prime Minsiter?" Squeaked a little voice behind her. Turning around, Evee saw the
young woman with the bright coke-bottle glasses smiling shyly down at her. The young woman
looked composed and calm among the bustling masses of people who were moving about behind
her.
Madam Prime Minister. That was her title, wasn't it? Two years now...two November the 5ths since
the incredible day when she'd accepted the post. They people wanted--no, needed-- a hero to guide
them. And while Evee protested her hero-status, she knew she was the only thing they had. V was
gone, and as it was, the idea of him as Prime Minister had made her chuckle aloud many a time.
She'd never laughed in what she termed 'The Before'.
Now, however, she could scarcely remember the terror of the past. As she moved with her
assistant towards the exit, Evee felt a cold tremor fall over her at the thought. Her eyes sought the
flowers lying on the farthest rail in the tunnel. People pushed and shoved to get past her as she stood
stone still on the memorial platform, just staring at the place where she'd initiated the bombing of
Parliment with the flick of a switch. Evee closed her eyes, memory rushing past her darkness,
and let out the breath she'd forgotten she'd taken.
" Madam?" Said the asisstant again. Evee opened her eyes, but didn't look at the girl.
" Remember, remember, my friend. Always." Her assistant looked up into the Prime Minister's
serious brown eyes, flecked with pain and triumph, and nodded.
" Remember, remember, Madam. Remember."