Title: The Eleutherian Escape

Summary: Evey makes a mistake. A mistake to escape. Her chances of survival are weak. V is her only hope. Will he save her in time? Or does the pain that she escaped in the first place still anger him?

A/N: This takes place during the movie. Guess what? It doesn't make sense again really. The plot..everything.

The sun crept up from beyond the buildings and settled itself in its original position. The weather was somewhat warm, the wind making it less hot that it could have been. For Evey, today was just a day of sitting around pointlessly, flicking through the channels on the T.V, and basically lazying around with a cup of tea in her hand. All this had been brought on by the masked villain known as V. Of course, him whom carried her to his prison had known from the start that Evey would not be entertained as he was before she came along.

Sitting alone without company, Evey relaxed upon the sofa, contempt and careless for her actions. Before long, the hot tea spilt on her jacket and she sat right up.

''Shit'' She hissed, only accidents would bring on such language by her.

She made her way towards the kitchen and grabbed some kitchen roll to soak underneath the tap. Scrubbing it for a few seconds, she then chucked it into a bin and for the meantime; she sat down waiting patiently for V's return.

With no one around, the atmosphere felt rather tense. Being a prisoner wasn't exactly fun, but it had its good bits with V's humor and taste for adventure.

But wait..with V gone and some of her little belongings with her, she could escape. Escape the clutches of her master, her capturer, her partner..her soon to be lover..it was all too easy.

Grabbing her handbag she set about clearing off into the distance. Visiting her friends, the ones she missed. She had only walked a few meters, unsure of where she was being underground and all.

Before long she saw a sign, to get closer to actually read it would mean having to step over a little gap in the center of the path were she saw a rat. She wasn't having any of that. Instead, she walked further down, not taking notice of the steps she heard walking towards her.

It only took a few seconds. Black bag around head. Kicked onto floor. Dragged away.

Were was V now? Evey was in despair.

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V returned home from processing with more deaths. Many he had done, and many he had yet to do. Still, returning home to Evey was more than a pleasure. Such a woman as she was, anyone would be happy to be in her company. Evey was his only source of entertainment apart from his fat metal friend of course, whom he liked to kick the shit out of more than often.

''Evey?'' He called, searching the Gallery high and low. It couldn't be easy to loose her, but considering her height, maybe so. Nethertheless, V continued to search for her.

He glared through his mask. She had left. He had told her countless amounts of times that if she did ever escape, death would be number one on the list due to the fact that she was wanted by many people, more so by Finch.

He noticed the mug upon the counter in the kitchen. Smashing it to pieces he then left. Left to find her. Left to pick up the pieces.

He was hurt. Hurt that Evey could have left him.

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''Got ya'' Creedy spat whilst ripping the black bag off Evey's head.

Utterly un defensive, Evey gulped down blood which had appeared on her lip from the violent head bashing.

Creedy laughed, raising his hand to his chest.

''So you're the girl whom knows practically everything about our terriost 'ey?'' He asked spitefully.

She closed her eyes. She couldn't bare any more of this.

Knowing well that she was on the path of unconsciousness, Creedy drugged her with a powerful anesthetic. Sleep came early for Evey that day.

TBC