Disclaimer: rolls around on the fic leaving scent; sniffs the fic Nope. Still not mine. XDDD
Author's Notes: That be a strange one, am I. ANYWAYS! Oh my, what productiveness have I fallen into. Never have I gotten two chapters completely written and posted in one day. And don't think I spent my entire day writing either. Two three-hour courses kept me busy for the larger portion of the day. And, no, I didn't sit there in my Psych class and/or English Comp classes and contemplate what would happen next. P I'm a good student. Harhar
But onto bigger and better things! What's going on with the "blind" man!? Evey's got a strange stalker ghost that enjoys housekeeping!? Dominic enjoys smiley faces on his waffles!? And the ever faithful "eggy in a basket" will never not be in a fanfic for V for Vendetta!
"Vindication of Life" Chapter 3VEV
The wind whistled across the river, bringing a cool, fresh, salty taste to the air. She had come straight here after hearing that name uttered by Dominic over the phone. She didn't care past this point as to whether she got picked up by those terrorists. Foolhardy as she may be, she was going to put an end to this escapade she seemed to have been playing for the past three months.
Her plan was to sit here and wait till he came out. She would sit here and freeze to death if it meant running into him. Her previous encounters with the old man had been when she was in a state of panic, confusion, or her health was in danger. What with the wind chill bringing the temperature down to a bitter –6 C (20 F). She had hoped he would be forced to come out and offer her someplace out of the cold. At least… she hoped.
She had been perched on the same park bench for nearly two hours now with no sign of anyone. She was bundled up well enough, but she wasn't trying to drag attention to herself either. If her feelings were fact, than she would be skinny dipping in the Thames.
She slumped back into the bench burying her hands deep into the pockets of her jacket. Craning her neck over the back of the bench, she starred up through the branches. No storybook moments here. The sky was shrouded with heavy clouds. Not a star could be seen.
"What was I thinking?" She closed her eyes and let out a breath, the warm air forming a puff of smoke above her head. "The dead don't come back to life."
"Better to reign in hell, than serve in heav'n." 1
Evey stopped.
Everything stopped.
A slow fall of snow suddenly began to drift down through the trees. The soft pats they made upon their crashing deaths was all that could be heard.
Evey let out a rattled breath as she slowly sat forward in her seat. Fear gripped her, eyes locked on the water ahead of her. Her heart pounded to the point where it felt like it would tear itself from her chest. Finally with enough courage, she turned in her seat soundlessly to look on the man who she felt so strongly was her love.
The old man stood there, hunched over his walking cane. His large trench coat, dragging a bit behind him as he moved was the only thing that stirred the utter silence between them, as he took a seat next to Evey.
His gaze pointed out to the river. Evey had stiffened like a brick.
"I know what you're going ask me, so let's just get straight to it. I am not the man you call V." Settling himself against the back of the bench. He let out a sigh as his bones creaked. "V is dead as far as you and everyone else in this world knows. And that's how it was meant and how it will remain." He turned to look at her. Her face had softened slightly as the man spoke. He reached up to his glasses and took them off. Both of his eyes had been gouged out and a long band of scar tissue stretched across his eyes and the bridge of his nose. From how faint the lines were in the scar tissue, he had been blind for most of his life.
"It was World War II. I was with my team and we were infiltrating a chemical bunker for supplies. We were ambushed. During the scurry, a vat of acid flipped from a high shelf and fell right across my eyes. I was seventeen, and I haven't been able to see since." Evey was speechless. Her belief that this man was V in disguise had overwhelmed her and made her so blind to any other aspects she was disgusted with her selfishness. And then to learn so many intimate details about this man's life when he spoke to a complete stranger had her loosing her grasp on any word that came to mind. 'I'm sorry' was just far too inappropriate a term.
The old man replaced the glasses on his face and wavered to his feet with a grunt. He then turned and started walking down the road to the hedge rows that he had went behind the first night she had met him. She watched as he left. All her innards screamed for her to run after him. To ask him question after question on how he knew any of this. Why he had proven to her that night by the simple acknowledgment of her being the person who was revolutionizing the world. She knew he was V.
Her hand went to move to her face when her hand brushed something. Pulling her eyes away from the retreating man, she found a note. Her hand shook as she quickly picked it up. Stuffing it into her purse, she hugged it closely to her side and started back for her apartment.
VEV
She stood outside the door to her apartment. The note was burning a hole in her purse as she looked through it for her keys. It almost threatened her as it sat folded inside. She couldn't take the wait any longer. She had already waited three months of sheer torture of being in a constant state of limbo.
Tearing out the note she unfolded it and almost fell back against the opposite wall at what it read.
'They're waiting for you inside your apartment.'
Her eyes looked up weakly at the door she had been about to enter. Those same masked men were in there waiting for her. Was she all right? Or was it all too late? Sure they had seen or heard her coming. Her breathing had been so heavy as she made her way to the door and shifted through her purse for her keys. It was like playing a trumpet in the middle of a library.
But just then, as she turned to run, something came over her. Now it was anger, she knew. She may be killed in the process but she would catch these men. She had rigged a camera in her living room after the recent, yet odd, break-in she had received. A light switch near the kitchen would trigger the camera.
She wasn't about to allow the revolution V had worked so hard to make happen fail before it saw it's true light. And no way they were going to get away with hurting any more of her friends. This would stop with her.
Her hand was strangely steady as she inserted the key into the lock and turned the knob. Pushing it open, she winced slightly expecting a club or something of the sort to come cleaving into her skull. But nothing happened. It was quiet like there wasn't anyone in there. She opened the door a bit more and took a step in. Reaching for the light panel, she flicked on the lights.
No one. The apartment was empty. But that didn't mean they weren't hiding somewhere. Waiting for her to get comfortable and grow unaware of their being anything amiss. They had no idea she had been pre-warned.
She moved into the living room after flicking the switch in the kitchen, which set the camera to record. She reached down and picked up the television remote and clicked it on.
With a yawn and a stretch she said allowed, "Wow, what a day."
"What a day, indeed. My dear, Evey."
She swung around to come face to face with a pure white Guy Fawkes mask.
Author's Note: Short…. I know. I'M SO SORRY! -Hides- But things happened sooner than I had predicted. I've been trying to keep the chapters to about seven pages long. This one happened to end on page 4. . I hate that. And what a cliffy, huh. O.O And I bet you weren't expecting the old man to turn out to not be V. hahaha I'm so conniving. –takes a few knifes to the head-
Hahahah, yeah… Well, what with the speed I've been coming out with these chapters, I can assure you, you probably won't have to wait long for the next one. But please! R&R on your way out:D I promise. The best parts are coming up! But what good story doesn't have a bit of suspense in the beginning to get the reader's motivated! -a few more knifes followed by an axe embed into her head- -pokes the axe-
Ahro:
"Where'd this come from?"
V: "I ran out of knives."
Ahro: "Gimli just called. Says he wants his axe back."
V:
" . . -ninja sneaks away-"
;3
Till next time!!!
Ahro
1. Milton's, Paradise Lost