Chapter 2 - V reborn

Hulloooo! I am back, my friends! This is chapter 2 and I am planning tomake it longer, as I promised. It will involve V and more of a pshicological sideof things. Not too boring though. Enjoy!

November the 5th.

It was as if a slumber fell over him. It wasn't death. No. . . he knew death. Death was cold and rough. Death. . . was death. This wasn't death. It was warmth. An unusual warmth, so much different from his body temperature, which was always abnormal. It touched his soul. His scarred soul, now certainly full of bullet holes. He could hear a voice calling his name. Evey. His Evey. Oh, how much regret was filling now his heart! How jealous he felt now on Romeo, who had the chance to live his love, even for a small amount of time! Curse the faithless souls! How have they to suffer to reach supreme happiness and fulfill their insignificant purposes of life! But a thud broke these thoughts that came in his mind. It felt familiar for V. This was the thud of a train. His train! How did he get there? Was not he dead? Then a thought came to him again. Evey. Evey fulfilled his last wish. How sweet of her. . . But how much is she suffering right now, he thought! Not knowing that he is alive here on this. . . wait. The real question is, was he alive? He could think. Maybe if he tried to move? Nodding as for himself, V tried to "move" his body, a muscle, something, but a sharp pain split his entire being in two. Then he was alive. At this realization, V was struck by the next scenario : if he was alive, this meant his creator gave him one last chance. Could it be true? He killed, he lied, he plotted and revenged. These were not actions to be forgiven. But as Evey once said, God is in the rain, in everything. God didn't forget of any of his creations. Not either himself.

V's mind was at an edge. He had to escape now, of this faith, threaded by himself and the only solution seemed to be to stopping the train. But he couldn't. All he did would be in vain. Trying not to confuse himself, he made a short plan : he had to get up and then to choose a way to get out. Firstly, V inhaled deeply, trying to focus for a few seconds before to slowly push up his upper body. The pain was almost unbearable, proof from how his hands grabbed the rail he felt next to him, so hard that his gloves seemed to rip off. Finally being able to seize what was around him, the man slid one leg after another and saw the roses which fell off him. "Evey. . .sweet creature. . ." He thought, but shook his head and tried not to lose focus. Finding himself surprisingly steady on his feet, V began to calculate the possibilities. The doors couldn't be open or broke, neither the ones from the back of the train, as the explosives were in front of them. The last solution would be to stop the train. But how could he do this to his 20 years long plan? How could he let this crumble down only to save his life? It would be too selfish, he in the same time maybe this was his punishment. Maybe this was not his this was the hell so many times he dreamed of. Maybe it was the demon in the back of his head which told him to give up and let himself burn like he should have back on Larkhill. Maybe he should just lay back where Evey laid him and wait for his end. Evey. . . No. . . he could not do this to her. But then again. . .

He himself said that he does not belong to the old world anymore, that he should end, like the past which will in mere minutes, that he should be forgotten, like all these events that are so fresh now in everyone's minds. Though. . . Will Evey forget him?

"I will never forget you, V. You are and will always be the most amazingthing that happened in my whole life."Her voice echoed still so alive in his head.

He couldn't. She didn't forget him. In those words he could feel something he felt for the first time he saw her. In those words, he felt LOVE. He never expected the way how this feeling could take over his heart so easily. To be honest, to his shame,he never felt how love was before Evey. He had no memories from which to recall anything close to aquaitance, friendship or even love. In fact, he had no memories.

Larkhill took from him everything that could connect him with the past. Then no memory was happy. Not until Evey. Evey was sent to him by Providence to soothe his open wounds, she was the focal point of his life for an entire year. To her he had offered everything he owned : his Gallery, his books, his paintings and art objects, his train. And Evey, sweet, little creature, she accomplished the last part of his plan. She was brave and only because he found that lost courage in her heart. How could he let such beautiful angel live in the pain she was probably having now? And she was alone. Loneliness was something he lived with for many years and transformed him in what he was now. He couldn't let this to happen to Evey as well. This was only one of the dangers and V knew. . . he knew that she is alone, watched by rebel Fingermen from all over the corners. He hoped she is at least hiding in his Gallery and that no one found out its location until now. Now one thing was sure. He had to find Evey.

With a supreme effort and the hope of seeing his most beloved, the man lift himself up once again in his full height. Suddenly, as if the destiny itself opened his eyes, he saw under his feet a trap, one used by mechanics to make reparations easier for them. How many times had he used this trap! So, cursing himself for not thinking about this little escape, V knelt down, screaming internally in pain with each sore muscle that stretched and contracted and with each wound that opened. His black shirt, full of bullet holes, was soaked in warm blood, but he less cared for wounds now. His strong system should help him for enough time to reach a safe place. Once the trap was opened, V slid his legs off it and took a second look. There were two possibilities : if he jumped between tracks, he might be saved and could hide or if he jumped wrong, he might get under the train's wheels and his life would end forever. But the risk was a risk and he assumed it.

So,with a deep breath, V let himself fall through the trap. Immediately, his body made a shocking contact with the ground and this time, a loud groan erupted from his dry lips. The train continued his path towards the Parliament, loudly hitting its target and the bombs could be heard. The blast began to turn back through the tunnel and V rolled quickly under a post, just in time to protect himself from the flames and the shards thrown by the explosion. When the fire ended and the last blasts stopped, V slipped out of his hiding place. It was done. His plan was accomplished, after more than 20 years. In another supreme effort, he sat on his feet again and walked along the lines for a good while, holding onto rails and old cables until he took a turn to the left. There was a telephone, which he intended to disconnect,but didn't, thinking sometime in the future he might need it. And now he didn't regret his decision and with no hesitation, he typed the number.

"Good evening. . . my friend. . . Do I bother you? I might need some help,if you do not mind. The time has come."

And that's it for the second chapter! I hope you like my story so far. I can't wait to have you here for the next chapter! Until then, follow/ review/ favorite !

~Eylnor288~