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Chapter 4

They stood there in silence for awhile, until Eric finally broke it.

"The doctor said that you can go and visit V now, he has some good news for you."

"Really?" she looked up at him, hope flashing in her eyes. "Has he woken up yet?"

Eric shook his head and immediately the hope was gone.

"Come with me. I'm sure the doctor is going to tell you something you;re really going to like."

"All right," he said and followed Eric back to V's room.

But she didn't know if it would be good news to her. Especially since V had not woken up yet. That was all that she wanted to happen.


"Ah, Miss Hammond," the doctor greeted her when she walked in. "I was hoping you would be coming back soon."

She nodded. "Is he getting any better, doctor?"

"Well, except for the fact he hasn't woken up yet, I would say he is. I would like to show you his progress," he went to pull up V's shirt, but Evey stopped him.

"Please. doctor, can you just tell me how he's faring. I'd rather not see."

"All right," he nodded in understanding and he let go of V's shirt. "It seems his wounds are almost completely healed."

"But how is that posible? He was stot up only yesterday."

He looked at her curiously. "You don't know?" Then he looked over at Eric. "You haven't told her?"

"What?" she also turned and looked at Eric. "What is it you haven't told me?"

The doctor looked down at his watch. "Well it's getting late, I should be going." He walked by Evey. "I'll check on him again tomorrow to see how he's doing, but he should be fine now and a matter of time before he wakes up. Goodbye, Mr. Finch, Miss Hammond." And then he left the room.


Evey didn't waste any time. "What is it you haven't told me, Eric? If it is something about V, please tell me."

Eric sighed. "Follow me, Evey. I have something I must show you."

Eric led her to the couch in V's tv room. There he had a bag of his stuff. He opened it and reached inside. He soon returned with a red book in his hand and handed it to her.

She looked up at him and took it. "What's this?"

Eric sat on the couch, Evey followed still looking at him, confusion written all over her face.

"Awhile ago I found this journal in Delia Surridge's house the day she died." He didn't tell her V had killed Delia only moments before he had gotten there. "It was hers, and in it are some things about V that you may want to know."

"But how did this woman know V?"

"It's all in there."

"How long ago was this written?"

Eric placed a hand on hers. "Evey, you're just going to have to read it."

She nodded her head. "Okay."

"Well then I'll see you tomorrow." He grabbed his stuff and left.


Evey was now alone. She looked down at the journal, took a deep breath and opened it to the first page.

By the end of the journal she had tears going down her cheeks. She couldn't believe V had gone through all that. Being experimented on, forgetting his past. Why had he never told her? Was he ashamed of it all? Now even more questions were reeling through her head. She clutched the journal to her chest and laid down flat on the couch and before she knew it she was fast asleep.


"Evey?" Someone began to shake her gently.

"V!" She sat straight up and sent the red journal flying to the floor.

Her eyes focused on the man standing above her. There was no mask. She couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"No, I'm sorry. But I just wanted to tell you that the doctor has left. And he says there is no reason why V shouldn't be up and running soon."

Yea that is if he ever got up.

"The doctor has left? Is it morning already?" Had she really slept through the night? What if V had woken up in that time?

"Yes and I'm about to leave as well. I have a few matters I have to attend to."

She stood up. "Then I'm going to sit with him for a little." Just then her stomach growled loudly. She winced.

Eric looked at her curiously. "Evey when was the last time you've eaten?"

"Um..." When was the last time she had eaten? She didnt know.

"You need to eat something. I'm surprised you haven't passed out yet."

"But..."

"Please, Evey, eat something. I don't want to have to call the doctor back her for you. Promise me you'll eat."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, Eric, I promise."

"Good," he smiled at her. "Well, I'll see you later." And he left.


Evey looked up at V's cupboards of food. She didn't know what to have, but she wanted it to be simple. She went to the refridgerator and then she saw the eggs. It brought back memories and she knew exactly what she was going to have.

She stopped in front of V's door, plate in hand. She wanted to go in there and yet she didn't.

She turned around and saw the TV. Another idea popped in her head.


"Evey?" He heard himself call out, but when he sat up and looked around the room she was no where in sight.

It was all a dream.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood up and winced when he felt a sharp pain in his midsection. But within seconds it was gone.

Today was the day. The day of his revoulution. The dream he was dreamt was of what hew knew was going to happen. He was going to give Evey the choice to pull the lever, that is if she showed up, and then he would leave her and meet with Mr. Creedy. And he knew in the end he was going to die. He hoped with all his heart that Evey would show.

He walked out of his room and was surprised to see his TV on and his favorite move, The Count of Monte Cristo, was playing. Odd. Maybe he had left it on. He walked towards the couch just in time for his favorite part.

"You find your own tree," he said along with Edmund Dantes.


What was that? Evey asked herself when she thought she heard another voice. Was it V? She quickly sat up and looked behind her. He gasped.

"V!" She exclaimed and quickly ran around the couch and gave him a hug.

He winced at the twinge in his stomach, but didn't think about it. Instead he was more surprised that Evey was hugging him.

"I didn't think you'd come." he told her once she stopped hugging him.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her forehead furrowed in confusion.

"I asked to see you once more before the fifth...and here you are."

Evey finally understood. He thought that today was the fourth, and not the seventh, he didn't remember what happned or he thought it all had been a dream.

"V, this isn't the fourth or the fifth for that matter."

"What do you mean?" Now it was his turn to be confused. What was she talking about?

"Today is November the seventh, two days after your revoulution." She searched his face, or the mask he was wearing, and once again wished she could see his eyes.

"Today is the seventh? Soo all the events that I thought occured only in my dreams really have happened?"

She nodded.

"Then why," he said and stepped away from her. "Am I still-"

"Alive," she interuppted. "I couldn't just sit there and let you die, V!"

"But it is what I wanted."

"You wanted to die, V? Why?" She just wanted to rip his mask off and see his true expression.

He looked away from her. "I have my own personal reasons, Evey. I do not wish to discuss it."

"I'm here now," she stepped towards him and grabbed his gloved hand. "I'm not going anywhere. I hope you'll learn that you can talk to me, V."

He was gazing down at her hand in his. "I will talk to you. But about this...I can't." Then he turned from her and walked away.