Personal Note: I want to thank everyone for their reviews. I've been meaning to say it for a while, but I keep forgetting. Story of my life. ALSO, if you have been wondering where I get all my quotes that V says, I'm not going to list them. I find them at: quotegarden It's quite helpful. Thanks again for all the great comments. And yes, I noticed in the first chapter that V places his hat and cloak in two separate places. Choose your favorite and ignore the other. I'm too new to this to actually fix it. But I appreciate you pointing out my mistakes, I need all the help I can get.

Oh, and I twisted the following scene to my mind's eye to fit the story. It's what happens in the movie but with my own added flair, and since I couldn't remember the exact phrases you got by botched ones, but they fit. Sorry if it pisses people off, but it's my story.

V twisted the card in his hand as he watched Evey toss and turn in her sleep. His plans were hatching in his mind, trying to offer what little solace they could. He was finally doing something to try and cure his Evey. When did he come to think of Evey as his? He had noticed that he had grown attached to the girl, but he didn't think it had become so overwhelming. She had been in the Gallery only a little over a month and yet it seemed like forever.

He sat watching her and his heart ached to see her suffering so. He looked at the clock and the red lights showed it was 9:27AM. It had felt so much longer. He had sat there since around midnight just watching her breathe, making sure nothing happened to her. He had never had to deal with anyone but himself before. It was an odd feeling to care for someone in his care. He was so used to only dealing with himself.

V rose from his position by Evey's bed and wandered out into the main room. He wandered to the jukebox and hit a button. Music filled the Gallery and the soft melody encircled V as he leaned against the glass. The music helped V work out how he'd get into the building and what he was going to do once inside. Having Evey's pass card was really going to help him further his plans towards November the fifth as well as his plans in helping Evey. The card made things a whole lot easier. Prothero would never see him coming.

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V had donned his cape and his hat before he left that night. He had stayed with Evey all day, putting a wet cloth on her forehead and arms, trying to cool her of her fever. It made him more determined to do what he must.

V hadn't expected this victim to come so soon, but he was glad he had the perfect opportunity. His plans were going quickly which meant that the Fifth was going to go smoothly as long as nothing came between him and Justice.

As he wound his way through back alleys and rooftops V's adrenaline was pumping. He hadn't had the opportunity to kill one of his torturers in a long time. There were only a few left now since the rest had been relatively minor. The ones he saved for last were of the utmost importance; they had dealt him the most horrific punishments ending with the most horrific pain. V smiled underneath his mask. It wasn't a happy smile, really. It was rather of satisfaction that his vengeance was almost complete.

V had arrived at the office building where Prothero was working late. Of course, V had to snap a few guards' necks and one even ended up having a knife in his back, but it was necessary. It was all necessary. He would have no interruptions tonight. He would make sure of that.

V swiped Evey's card in front of the scanner and allowed himself in Prothero's office. There was a loud commotion in the bathroom so V decided that would be the best place to start. He entered the bathroom silently and was amazed by the many teles that were mounted on the walls. It was a strange sight. One V knew to belong only to Prothero as he recited his lines as they were playing on the screen. He was shouting them, actually.

V calmly waited until after Prothero was done showering and stepped out of the glass encased shower. He decided that he didn't want to ruin his boots too much in this man's egotistical bathroom any more than he wanted him to live. There was a phone that Prothero left on the sink. Never fully thinking things through, Prothero.

When Prothero had taken some pills out of the medicine cabinet and shut the mirrored door it was then that he saw V in the reflection. V startled the man and made him fall onto the dark navy tile, throwing the phone that was in his grasp. V sneered. Finally. V stepped closer to the squirming man ever so slowly. He would make his enemy's fear last.

"Good Evening,Commander."

"You!" shouted Prothero as he tried to reach for his phone.

"I have already taken the precaution, Commander. We shall be receiving no pesky midnight phone calls."

"Who are you?"

"I am but a phantom, Commander, nothing but a phantom."

Prothero was pulling himself along the wet tiles to propel himself away from the masked vigilante. He wasn't doing so well and V smiled in satisfaction.

"Unfortunately my schedule was sped up by a bout of illness, but you would know all about that wouldn't you, Commander?"

"Stop it! Why do you keep calling me that?"

"That was your title a number of years ago, wasn't it, when you held a post at a certain rehabilitation center?"

"No…" Prothero trailed, ending in horrified silence.

"Yes, the Ghost of Christmas Past," V said hoarsely. "'How many does it take to metamorphose wickedness into righteousness? One man must not kill. If he does, it is murder…But a state or nation may kill as many as they please. And it is not murder. It is just, necessary, commendable, and right. Only get people enough to agree to it, and the butchery of myriads of human beings is perfectly innocent. But how many does it take?'" V paused. "Now I shall bid you farewell, for you are certainly not innocent after the butchery you've committed." V made quick work of slicing Prothero's throat and laying a rose on his chest.

He then approached the medicine cabinet. It had to have something of use in it. Upon opening the door, bottles poured forth into the sink. V looked at all the labels. There was everything from simple ibuprofen to laudanum. V took some bottles, about eleven, just to be safe. There had to be something in there that would work for Evey. He stuffed the bottles in a bag tied to his waist, making sure there were plenty still left in the cabinet to convict the man, and shut the door. V crept stealthily out of the room and back into the office. Hearing some footprints outside, he turned to the window and leapt quietly out of it.