I do not own any of the characters, the movie, or anything like that. This story is based on the events after the movie.
Evey awoke to complete silence. Her heart rate spiking, she clutched the pillow to her, letting out a small whimper. The Shadow Gallery was never silent, there was all ways music, the telly, or the sound of V fencing. "Oh God, V." The anguish that rolled over her at the remembrance of last nights events crippled her. She considered curling up around his pillow again, and staying like that until the need for food and relief forced her up, but the part of her that V had forged surged ahead. Getting up and slowly padding to the crack of light that outlined the door, she pressed her ear to see if there was any sound. Nothing.
Stepping out into the foyer, she looked around the bright room, surprised that it was still fully furbished. "I guess V was right about the Inspector." "Please call me Eric" came the gruff voice from behind. Eric watched Evey jump and spin to face him, half wishing she still had her gorgeous hair so he could see it fly. He quickly banished those kind of thoughts as it would only lead him to trouble. "I'm surprised to find you here still and not reporting to your superiors as most of these items are forbidden." Stuffing his callous hands into his pockets, he eyed the girl in front of them. "I should be doing a great many things as of late." He simply shrugged looking her from top to bottom. "I wanted to make sure you would be all right before I left." Evey nodded, heading towards the kitchen.
"Would you like some breakfast before you leave?" Eric stared at the girl as she worked her way around the kitchen. "No, I'll probably be seeing and hearing things that would make me lose it…Are you all right Evey?" She couldn't help but slam the skillet onto the stove as she turned towards him. Eric took a step back at the force of fury and anguish in her eyes. "Am I all right? Of course I'm not bloody all right! I've just witnessed the death of someone close to me, seen all of his plans and dreams die under a hail of gunfire, and have no idea of how I'm going to live the rest of my life as wanted criminal!" He starred at her for a moment before quietly asking if there was anything he could do. Evey stared at the small clock, rolling that question around in her mind. "If I need your help…Can I contact you?" She slowly asked, looking at him sideways. It was now the Inspectors turn to consider what she might mean by that. Nodding slowly, he looked into her dull eyes. "If I can give it, you shall have it." She nodded her head, returning to her breakfast. "Good morning then Mr. Finch." Turning away, he left the pondering woman behind as he wondered what his day had in store for him.
Hey everyone, it's me again, the lonely writer. What do you think so far? Sorry if it's a bit disjointed, I'm doing my best to keep in smooth. Anyways, I need your help now. Should I include V's situation right now, or should I just make him re-appear in the story later on, giving us what happened to him then? Let me know what you think. Go and click that little review button!