Oh hay. So you chose to read on. This is your choice. Your ability to free yourself from the machine that is society.

One year.

It took one year.

On the 5th of November, it was a time to remember. It was a time where many rejoiced and looked forward to. It was a time, that the government feared. Sean Sutler, feared this date. The Sutler Regime held on by a string after the last 5th of November, all thanks to the son of the throne. It was by chance that he survived, and that enough troops were able to shoot down and kill 246 people. Each of those 246 people were kill by gun fire. 45 of Sutler's men died, but it was a small price to pay to keep in power.

Yet, for 11 months, there was no sign of V. Sutler found himself happy, appointing a new head of security named Mitchell Lester. Lester, was a man with a keen eye. Fingermen numbers were drastically increased. Security cameras became unstoppable, and the people were forced under more of a strict rule than before. Finch had resigned from his job, leaving during a time the time of weakness with his family to America. There was still no room for revolt. Until the day of October 5th, London, was perfect as it was before.

People had curfews, everything was controlled. But, on the 5th of October, there were 2 murders. Each, were at a different point in the city, yet, both were killed in the same ruthless manner. Their blood was spilt onto the ground, making the site extremely horrific. This was kept quiet from the people, while sending the government into chaos.

The following week was another several murders. This time, the 2 killings were close to the other two killings. They were near one, but on the polar opposites of town. The killings seemed to have a pattern, you see. Every murder was done so precisely. The distance from the killing on the same side of town stayed the same, yet the distance from the killing across the city grew smaller every time. This happened, until 2 men were found on top of each other one week from the 5th of November.

The city went into chaos. 50 men were killed. Each of their bodies were murdered the same way, strategically placed, and the blood soaked into the stone of the floor. The government soon realized what these killings did. From an aerial view, the blood stains on the floor created a giant "V" of red markings. It went throughout the city, showing that it was coming soon.

Determination. Blood. Lust. Anger.

Anger seemed to coarse through those veins like a poisonous venom. It was as if nothing but death was appeasing to this hungry appetite. The only way to achieve justice was through mindless killing. Yet, this killing felt good. It suppressed the negative feelings that seemed to attack this mind every day. The pain seemed to disappear as time went on and the sweat began to pour, but the anger remained.

The anger of how society still hasn't learned it's lesson after the death of V. She had learned her lesson. Evey was ready.

The girl had aged quite a bit over the 11 months. She spent them in the cavern, never coming to the surface. The time was spent in constant struggle with herself. Evey's mind grew dark, sinister, and only thought of the 5th of November. She awaited the day to come through watching V's favorite videos, practicing how he fought, and replicating it. Evey began to train herself with the sword she held that fateful night. The first few months of training were tiresome, for she found herself often sore. Yet, she knew she could follow out her plan after she stole her first crate load of items from the Sutler's train.

Since then, Evey kept practicing. She kept stealing, but mostly, she kept formulating her plan. By the time the 6th month came around, she was a warrior. Perhaps not as good as V, but the thought of him made her want to be better. So she kept training. She kept perfecting herself, for she knew she could. Eventually for practice, the fighting went to the streets as hopeless, homeless men began to face their deaths. Their bodies were disposed off in a large hole in the outskirts of town. The real test, of course, would start one month before the 5th of November. If Evey could successfully murder a fingerman, or two, then she would proceed. She knew there was no going back. It was time to start her plan.

The night air was cool, calming. Evey found that her ear-lengthen raven hair seemed to sway with the soft breeze. Her face, was stoic. The woman could feel her black boots with silver buckets lightly sound as she moved about. On her body, was a buttoned up black petticoat. Nothing out of the ordinary. On her head, was a large black hat, one that woman often wore to the beach. Yet, this hat was so big, that it created a shadow over her face.

The black figure moved throughout the alleyway, deeper and deeper to one side of the city. She knew what she needed to find and how to find it. As Evey made her way onto a sidewalk, a figure in the distance came to view. It was a man in a light brown cloak. He approached her,"Hey there pretty lady," he spoke simply. His face was concealed in the shadows. Evey halted in the light of the street lamp. She tilted her head up lightly, revealing her long creamy neck, her perfectly shaped skin, and a pair of shapely lips that were painted black. That was all she revealed.

"Hello." She replied back, a small growl escaping her throat. Her voice was airy, but also using a tone of desire. Her lips parted lightly as her dark voice spoke again,"You are so very handsome."

The man gave a cheeky grin, his shoulders shrugging. Nothing could overcome the true nature of man when he heard this tone. Yes, it was a fingerman and yes, he needed to arrest this beautiful woman, but god, he couldn't find it in himself. He saw how dangerously beautiful her body was, and how perfectly shaped her face was from the thin outline. He wanted to touch her and do naughty things to it. He wanted to rape her senselessly.

The man's hand came up to grasp Evey's shoulder tightly. He smirked, growling hungrily to her,"I'm going to take you away from this world. You've been a bad bad girl." The figure before him didn't move. His hand slid down to her breast, and then the curve of her waist.

That is when she turned and began down the closest alleyway. The fingerman followed closely behind. Evey said aloud,"I've been bad. Punish me."

Desire. God, he wanted her. "I will punish you." He replied back, grinning as she halted, staring at the back wall of the alley. Her hands lifted up and began to play with the buttons of her coat. Evey did not look at him as she slowly removed the outer layer of her clothing. It revealed what was underneath.

As the black jacket fell to the floor, a sleek, beautiful frame was seen under a layer of shinny black vinyl. This material went over her entire body, showing every curve she had. When she turned around, her face was still concealed in shadows by her large hat. The front of this body suit had a large slit from her next down to the apple of her breasts. Evey appeared stunning.

"You want to get to know me." Evey whispered, her hands began to touch her waist lightly. The Fingerman's eyes widened,"Yes." He was tantalized by the woman in front of him, whose faint outline was illuminated by the glow of the moon. "How well do you want to know me?"

The man gulped,"Very very well."

"I'd like to get to know you too." She whispered, raising her right hand. She let it slid across the rim of her hat. Evey then removed the hat so carefully, that it simply fell forward and concealed her entire face. That spit second, was vital.

As soon as the hat fell away to the ground, it revealed a guy-fawkes mask. It covered her entire face as her black hair fell around it. He never saw her identity.

Evey then whipped her hand out to the side, and suddenly, two long extensions of blades extended from each of her wrists. "Again, how well do you want to know me?" Evey questioned, her face concealed behind the mask.

Fear. She saw pure and utter fear appear across the man's face before her. It made her smirk. Evey saw him tremble at how she appeared. Beautiful, yet lethal. The Fingerman's hand move to his waist coast to grab his gun, but soon found his hand on the floor beside him. Blood pooled from the sudden wound that was from loosing his arm. How was his arm cut off? He didn't even see it! He glanced up to see the figurine no longer before him. In seconds, his body was thrown up against the wall as he was face to face with the masked woman.

"Who are you?" He sputtered, his eyes wide as he helplessly tried to break her iron grip.

"When I know myself, I will tell you." She replied, tossing the body aside onto the ground. The man screamed in pain, gripping his bloody arm as sweat began to glimmer on his face. Evey walked forward, as if she were a tiger stalking its dinner. Her hands seemed to flicker from side to side as the blades too, reflected the moonlight. But of course, in seconds, the moonlight wasn't able to be perfectly reflected in the blade, for it was now covered in blood.

Before Evey, was a man who was murdered. His stomach was cut wide open, allowing his organs to freely fall onto the floor. His heart was torn out of his chest and shoved into the corpse's mouth. Just as V ate her heart, they were to eat their own and forever wallow in pity of themselves. Evey, stared at the blood that was seeping through the cracks in the floor. She could only find herself smiling as she continued to the other side of town, just as she was before. This, was of course, only the beginning of 50 terrible murders.

Yes? No? REVIEW!