Sorry I haven't written in a while- work has been a bit swamping. I will try to update more! Thanks for the lovely reviews! I do not own V for Vendetta.

V's point of view

Evey had recovered almost fully now. This is convenient as I was never usually around- preparing for the fifth, and preparing for my own death.

I knew I would die on the fifth- the new world starts in fire. I planned to tell Evey then.

Every time I saw her...I felt the guilt rise in my throat. I thought of all the times I tortured her, the times I violated her, I sought out to set her free from her fear of death- not to push her to the brink of taking her to it.

Now my poor, broken Evey has to fit the pieces of her life together again. And it's my fault.

I do not stay around in her company, feeling unworthy of her friendship. Because of this, she doesn't know that I have seen her cry when she is alone. I want to comfort her. What would I say? I think about it all the time- conversations playing in my head over and over again of what I could say. But what's the point?

I was leaving the shadow gallery -it was early in the morning and Evey would be sound asleep.

This did not seem to be the case when we bumped into each other as she was coming out of the bathroom.

I bumped into her so hard she fell to the ground.

'Oh! My apologies Evey' I said sincerely.

She smiled her beautiful sunny smile. 'That's ok V...are you going somewhere?' she asked, her expression changed to puzzlement.

'I have a previous engagement to which I must attend.' I said vaguely.

'Have I done something wrong?' She said quietly

'Not to me, my dear' I said, feeling a little bewildered.

'You just...never hang around V- I feel like I've offended you' she said questioningly.

'No...I...Evey' I stuttered

'V? Are you alright?' she put her hand on my arm.

'It was me Evey. 'I blurted.

'Sorry?' poor naive Evey...

'I was the one who tortured you Evey'

Her hand dropped from my arm.

'What- Why?' she whispered.

'I wanted you to be free of the fear of death...I never meant for you to...I'm sorry...'

I fled to the outside world...away from her.

EVEY's POINT OF VIEW

I couldn't process what he said. I didn't turn around fast enough to see him run out of the door.

He was running away. How could he? I loved him...I trusted him...

He...He tortured me...he electrocuted me and shaved my head...he battered me and drowned me. Why?

Is he lying? But what he gain by lying?

Was Gordon still alive?

Why didn't he tell me?

The questions screamed themselves one after the other in my head.

I need a drink.

I searched the kitchen cupboards for something alcoholic- and ended up finding some ancient wine and a bottle of cognac. I opted for the cognac. I drank my fill.

I thought about V, and how I should hate him- I do hate him a little bit. But not like I should. He gave me Valerie. I can never hate him for that- even if she wasn't real.

I was terrified of everything before- but now...now I am different. I have a cause.

I don't blame V, but I needed some questions answered.

I waited for him to come back.

If he ever did.