Hi everyone! Thank you for sticking with me for so long! I have no time to write anymore, but as the workload starts to lift, I can get back to writing. Here is a chapter for you all!

Evey's blood boiled deep within her. It was as if every fiber of her being was ignited in a soaring red flame, engulfing her every thought. How! How could the man she hated the most enter the Shadow Gallery? This was a place of locks, keys, and doors. It was a place where twists and turns were one of millions. The labyrinth in order to get here, the time it took to get here... None of it made sense. No ordinary dim wit such as Sean Sutler could get inside the Shadow Gallery. Evey could feel herself snarling, her teeth almost baring in an animalistic manner.

She felt betrayed by herself. Rather, dumbstruck. If someone could get into the Shadow Gallery, someone as socially important as Sean Sutler, then anyone could enter. McFarst or Lester could enter any moment now.

There could be an entire army waiting outside the doors of the layer. Hundreds of men, lined up with large AK47s. If Sutler found "V", then, yes, it would take an army to keep him down. He would come prepared incase the High Chancellor's life was in jeopardy.

Evey silenced her breath and listened carefully for a moment. She could not hear any footsteps, nor heard anything besides this scumb beneath her. Unless they were top trained assassins, no one else was here besides Sean. Sean was breathing easy under her, staring up at the primal being with no particular expression.

Regardless, Evey felt her chest grow hot with rage. She felt the fire spread through her, her brown eyes flashing with embers. Her body was hovering over Sean, one hand clasping his throat and the other, pressing a blade to his neck's flesh. Her back was arched, almost as if she were seducing him, but one could tell it was anything but seduction. It was a cat ready to claw out the eyes of the man before her.

"How did you get in here," Evey seethed through her teeth.

Sean licked his lips out of habit, before replying with ease,"Independent research."

"Research?" Evey answered amused, before she applied more pressure to the blade,"All records of these passages have been burned."

"Have they?"

"They have."

"So then, how did I come about this?" Sean pestered, his eyes challenging hers.

A small smirk appeared on Evey's lips. "You're truly in the position to fight me, Sutler."

Who was this boy. He ran the Sutler regime in the name of his horrible family. His dead father was no legacy. He ruled by fear. Sean Sutler was following closely in his father's footsteps. He was oppressive and cruel. He was not someone who should live. Evey snarled again as she pressed the blade further, drawing a small drop of blood,"Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you."

Sean sat there for a moment, inhaling deeply. It seemed too strange for him to remain calm in this situation. Was he planning on his capture and mentally prepare for Evey's interrogation? Or did he expect V, not some girl. Regardless, this man's cool attitude was getting on her nerves. Who was he?

"Because I intrigue you," Sean bluntly stated.

Evey scoffed,"I loath you."

"I entered the Shadow Gallery. I am unarmed. I do not have men tracking me," Sean said,"and I see the artifacts lining the wall that would lead to your immediate execution. But, on my life this mission here is completely on my own, without the knowledge of the Party."

What? By the sounds of it, literally, the man was quite alone. No one was stupid enough to walk into the hands of a murdered. Evey knew he was unarmed by the way his clothing rustled around his body. So, what was his true intention under this lying facade? What was he really here to do?

"Then what," Evey spat.

Sean, with his crystal eyes said,"I hated my father. More then anything."

And at that moment, his eyes were true. His face was genuine and from his pulse, he was not lying. He watched Evey, as if studying her face for any change or indication that his words meant something. And then, he got his answer. "That's a load of bullshit, Sutler."

"I swear."

Evey growled, "Don't you fucking test me, you prick." With that, she lifted his head up and slammed it back into the stone floor, causing Sean to gasp in pain. He winced, before gasping.

"You can kill me and end this regime right now. You can do it. You know you can easily perform the act of murder seamlessly, terrorist. I am unguarded, unfollowed. My death will lead England into pure chaos and it will become a new battle," Sean told her, inhaling deeply. Perhaps he was finally understanding the weight of his words. Evey cocked her head a bit, her sadistic appearance never faltering.

But he was right. He had no one following him. This is a piece of cake to just, well, kill him. It helped her and her plans very much. But, at the same time, she was slightly disappointed about the catch and kill. She wanted something more than just having her rabbit carefully place itself into the trap willingly. Was it wrong to do what she was about to do?

Evey let her blade slowly raise from Sean's neck, a dribble of blood pooling on the floor beside him. Her eyes were cold as she backed off from him, standing. She watched him attempt to stand when she hissed,"Sit." Sean's eyes widened momentarily, before he understood this did not mean his freedom. He earned a chance to speak to the terrorist. This was his chance.

"Adam was a cruel father. He never cared for me, nor his people. He cared about power. I often left home, disguised, to wander through the streets and see life for what it truly was. The conditions were horrendous and the people were dying. When I asked my father to change his tactics, he refused," Sean explained, his hand coming up to lightly rub his neck. His face seemed to calm a bit as his words formed into sentences.

Licking his lips, he continued,"One day I was out, and I saw a masked man saving an older peasant from fingermen. The fingermen tried to rape the man, but that masked terrorist saved him. It was a horrific sight, but I then understood this terrorist's cause. He was fighting for the people, a society I began to know more as I knew my father less.

"The only reason why I took on the job of High Chancellor is to find you one day. The Masked Vigilante. For years, I tried to find you. I have endless books and diaries of moments where things have been stolen off the Sutler food carts and how much. I figured out how much someone could carry based on weight, and for how long."

Evey remained standing, watching the young male explain his story. It was intricate. He was an admirer of V. She couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of pity for the boy, for her humanity had not been completely demolished over the years. Her eyes were still cold and her body was unmoving. She still hated the man.

"I knew the terrorist had died after last year's revolt, based off stolen records of DNA analysis. While they could not match the DNA to any particular person, we knew the terrorist was human and he was, dead. When the killings resurfaced, I knew it had to be him... or rather, an apprentice. Your body is clearly female, as his was male," Sean spoke. His pretty boy look was slowly melting away. The man in front of Evey was quite brilliant in the mind. Everything he has done... Everything he has tried to do to find V, it was remarkable.

Sean's body seemed to relax more as he finished his story,"So, after I gained power and the killings continued, I knew I had to find you. I am here to help the cause. To help you, terrorist. I want to end the suffering of London and I will destroy all those underneath me. I will rule London, one day, in your name where happiness is key."

Evey watched him. Her body's position had not changed, nor eased. She watched him in such a cold, hard way. Her lips parted for a moment, before snapped,"Then why did you take the mask?"

Confusion swept across Sean's face, his head tilting as his brows furrowed,"Excuse me?"

"The mask!" Evey shouted, throwing her arms to her side.

"What mask?" Sean responded, his face clearly perplexed. Suddenly, he gasped as he felt Evey grip the hair on the back of his head. She hauled him over to the empty display case with extreme force. Sean gasped under her touch, his hands grasping her wrist that held onto his head. His eyes studied the case before him.

"Well?" Evey sneered,"Where is it?"

Sean gulped slightly, his breathing slightly ragged,"This is something I do not know. I did not touch this case, nor did I scour the layer before you arrived. I only came mere minutes before yourself and hiding was key."

His pulse. He was not lying. Evey threw him to the floor. "You still disgust me, Sutler."

Sean winced as he made contact with the hard floor. His body folded over slightly as he gazed up at her. Evey was beautiful. To Sean, she was a women with complete confidence. It would be attractive, if she wasn't so lethal.

The man simply whispered,"Give me a chance to prove myself."

"And you deserve it, why?"

"Because I am not my father," Sean replied, hints of anger behind his voice. His golden flecked hair almost seemed childish as it sprayed across his head. He did not want to be his father. Should he get a chance? Would V give him a chance? Evey pursed her lips, before quickly running out of the room. When she entered, a glass of clear liquid was in her hand.

"You're willing to prove your loyalty?" Evey asked.

Sean nodded his head,"With anything."

Evey watched him. Her face was unreadable as she then said,"You will never question me. You will do as I say when I say it despite your moralities. You will kill anyone of any kind if I instruct it. You will follow me undoubtedly through blood. You will betray your country, your people, and you will kill even those who have been kind to you. Understand?"

The man watched her for a moment. Carefully, he stood up and extended his hand,"Yes." He was ready to shake on it. Evey smirked slightly before she simply placed the glass in his hand. "Drink all of it."

The man hesitated for a moment. He was ready to shake on the fact that he was sided with the terrorist, but she gave him a glass of... water? Sean stared at the glass before raising the edge to his lips. No questioning. Carefully, the man let the water slim past his lips and slump down his throat. Sean's face morphed into one of complete disgust as the slush dripped and stung his mouth. It was like acid muk, sliding down the back of his throat. "All of it," Evey reminded him, grinning.

Sean gave Evey a look of helplessness. He grabbed his nose, pinching the bridge, before he consumed the rest of the glass. When he finished, Sean had a hard time not gagging. His mouth was open, his body became limp. Everything about him became like water. He fell to the ground, but, he was not losing consciousness.

"What is that?" He asked, feeling his mouth move.

Evey replied,"A tracker. It tells me where you are at all times. It's currently attaching to your blood cells. It tells me what you are doing. Running, walking, lying. I keep track of your pulse as well. You are not my apprentice. You do not work with me. I work alone." The girl knelt down next to him before whispering,"You will perform a great task for me to prove your worth. If you choose to no longer stay aquatinted with my ideals or choices, I'll destroy your heart from miles away. I control you, Sutler."

Sean's eyes widened. She gave him a tracker. She'll know where he is, what he is doing or saying. He cannot control his heart if he choses to remove his alliance with the terrorist. She will kill him if he does... If she can track his pulse and has trackers in his bloodstream, could she really destroy his heart? Was that a bluff? He could not even write a letter explaining the terrorist's location, if he were to betray her, without dying himself. At any cost. Sean sacrificed his own liberty for the revolution. But, isn't that what this woman had done as well? Didn't she sacrifice her life for the war?

But then, he saw something very shiny in the woman's hand. A needle. She had a needle. Carefully, Evey inserted the needle into his neck as she said,"I will send for you in 36 hours. You will meet me where I instruct and I will test your loyalty then."

Sean's vision blurred. He tried to speak to her as the room began to spin. Faster and faster, Sean's vision misted over. And then, he collapsed onto the floor. Evey watched his body drain of animation.

"Remember, remember, the 5th of November," Evey whispered, staring down at the lad. Sean was an interesting case, to say the least. His mind is far different than most. Regardless, he needed to be tested. He knew what would happen if he lied, cheated, or went against her. Evey could explode his heart with this drug, but she'd rather tear it out of his chest personally.

Within the next hour, Evey had disposed of Sean and now, had 36 hours to devise a test. A test that would lead to his complete faith in the revolution. A true test. The girl was sitting on the large green sofa after running through the labyrinth outside the Shadow Gallery. She had now installed different types of sensors, one that would notify her if there was another presence in the stone halls besides herself. In addition, she would know in the Shadow Gallery if someone was lurking around.

She was now dressed in sweats and a t-shirt after locking the Shadow Gallery up for the night. She needed to feel human for a small while. Evey figured that Sean's devotion to studying V got him into the Gallery, but, his knowledge must've been complied from somewhere. He had to have a lead, but that didn't make sense in itself. Who would give Sean Sutler the most secretive information that does not exist outside the knowledge of Evey's mind?

The girl was not happy about this. The 5th of November was already proving to be revolutionary. She lit a man on fire, had him wear a Guy Fawks mask, while also being in the center of a giant flaming "V" on the London Eye. It was pretty horrible and clear that it was the 5th of November. She started the revolution, but now, Evey had one year to finish the revolution.

And another thing.

She still did not know the location of V's mask.

Yay mystery! Where is V's mask? How did Sean get into the Shadow Gallery? Only time will tell. Please read and review!