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Ca va sans Dire	By : FreeSpiritedOne Category: S through Z > V for Vendetta Views: 4138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own V for Vendetta. I do not own V, Evey, Finch or any other character. I make no profit from this story.

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Just
a note.� You might want to go back and reread the
previous chapters because I have been doing some heavy editing in an attempt to
make the story smoother. �

Regarding this
chapter:� A minor (snicker) shift in
gears, because V insisted.��

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Chapter 7

�V? I have to go up to another meeting.� I�ll be back in time to make dinner, okay?�

He grunted in response as his hand flew over a sheet of paper,
the swirling, screaming sketch he was creating had him
clutched in a vise grip.

�V, did you hear me?�

The mask cocked her way and she felt like she was being
stared through instead of looked at.�
When he turned back to the sketch Evey sighed.� It was getting worse.

Over the last few days V had grown more and more
introverted.� He wasn�t at all
chatty.� He seemed restless and got upset
at small things.�

She had walked in on him sleeping and had taken a huge
annotated volume off his lap, closed it and set it on the table beside
him.� He had been irate because she had
forgotten to bookmark it.�� She knew that
a man as active as he had been must have been going mad trapped in bed all day,
every day.�

To lift the boredom, Evey had carried in some of his art
supplies.� He had lit upon them like a
man in a desert would leap on a puddle.�

She thought he would do portraits or landscapes like he
usually did, something beautiful.� Instead his drawings were abstract, mind
bending lines and shapes and shadows that all flowed around each other, a
pattern almost emerging but not quite.�
And they were dark.� Not the
colors, those were bright, lively, almost manic.� The mood was dark, the lines too heavy and
oppressive, the shadows too deep and menacing.� The light areas were too bright to see
clearly.� His sketches were beautiful,
but foreboding.�

In the two days he had his art supplies, he had produced
over fifty variations on the same theme.�
The only real difference from one to anther being that they grew darker,
ever darker and the man behind the mask grew more and more distant with every
stroke.

Evey wasn�t surprised he wasn�t speaking to her.� He had stopped communicating the day
before.� He had abandoned chivalry by
failing to even acknowledge her when she entered the room and he left every
plate she brought him untouched.�

Evey vowed when she came back she was going to take the art
supplies away.

VEV

It was late when Evey returned.� V was sleeping, or at least not drawing or
reading.� She quietly gathered up the
pastels and papers and carried them out into the Gallery.

She put them back where she found them and then returned to
V�s room.� She sat at the side of his bed
and stared at him for a long moment.� She
wanted to pull up the blankets and tuck him in, but knew she would wake
him.�

Instead she sat there for an hour watching him breathe and
hoping when he woke up he would be his old self again.�

It didn�t happen.�

She was in the loo when she
realized he was awake.� The piano was
pounding out a lament that wasn�t quite classical, not the blues, not much of
anything really.� It was ugly and for the
next 24 hours, the Shadow Gallery pulsed with nonsensical notes that howled in
pain and screamed rage.

Evey felt trapped when the time came for her to head for the
surface again.� She didn�t want to leave
him like this, but she had to go.� She
wanted to tell him she was heading out and would be back later but feared what
a break in his concentration would do.�

The man beating the shit out of the grand piano was not
someone she wanted to upset.� She knew V
was a killer and never was she more aware of it than she was now.�

She had to walk past him to get out of the Gallery, which
reminded her she still needed to find one of the other exits that had to exist
since V didn�t always walk out through this door.� She needed to block this access point.

Evey was listless through the meeting only half hearing what
was being said around her.� She noticed
Finch and Stone were not present, but didn�t bother to ask if anyone knew where
they were.� There would be a good reason
for their absence.�

The meeting dragged on for another hour before Finch walked
in looking haggard.� �Ms. Hammond, I need
to see you outside please.�

Evey stood and followed him out the door.� �Stone and his team found the bodies.� The Chancellor and Creedy
are both there.� Wanted
to let you know so you can make the announcement.�

All Evey could think of was the
trail of blood which must lead them straight back to the Shadow Gallery.�

�The blood trail was followed to Victoria Station where it
went cold.�

�Oh. I see.�

Finch leaned in.� �If
I were you I would spend some time this afternoon making sure there are no
traces, do you understand?�

�Yes.�� Evey nodded while
beginning to formulate her escape plan.�
This had to be dealt with now.

Finch thrust a manila envelope into her hand.� �Here.�

Evey looked at it and then up at him.

�Photos of the deceased.�� Finch explained as he clasped a hand to her
shoulder and left.�

Evey thought hard about what to do next.� Part of her wanted to take the photos and run
back to the Gallery so she could clean up and then bring them back to the next
meeting and announce them.� On the other
hand, time was of the essence. The longer they waited to act, the worse things
would get.

Norsefire had not made any announcement about the loss of
the Chancellor or Creedy.� It was not in their interests to do so.�� Instead they were pumping out rumors and
innuendo to spread fear while they reorganized.�
They could not be allowed time to rally.�

She had to say something about the bodies.�

Evey returned to the meeting and tossed the envelope in
front of Bernard Whitmore, the ex-high court judge.� �We have them.�

Bernard opened the envelope with a whistle and passed the
photos around to much murmuring.

Finally, Judy Daly said, �We have to release these.�

After a lot of arguing it was decided one of the members who
had a son in publishing would have posters made, enough to blanket the city of London.� As they were going up Evey would make another
radio address.

With the decision made and the next location selected, the
meeting broke up.�

Evey was very alert as she walked back to the alley where
the entrance to the tunnels was.� She
looked around again before she slipped into the crevice between two buildings
and down the manhole.�

She ran most of the way back to the Shadow Gallery.

VEV

At the door to the Gallery Evey paused and listened
hard.� Nothing.� The silence was eerie.� She pocked her head around the door and
looked around.

V had not abandoned his post.� He sat at the piano, head in his hands
rocking.

Evey felt her heart leap into her throat.� Not good.�
She opened the door all the way and stepped slowly into the room. �

Circled around him was a blizzard of sheet music.�

Evey decided it would be better to be loud than quite
because this way he would know she was there and not think enemies were
sneaking up on him.�

Stomping her feet a little so her footsteps echoed, Evey
approached him.� The closer she came the
more visible the pattern in the papers became.�
It was similar to the drawings.� Oh God.�

V was very organized, but he wasn�t obsessive compulsive. He
kept things neat, but could live with her moving things and having a dodgy
record where the picking up was concerned.�
He occasionally asked her to help with the house keeping which she was
always willing to do.� He did so much for
her.

She knew he had a love of symmetry.� He appreciated the patterns that emerged if
he was still before a painting or reflecting on a book.� He would tell her about them, weaving
together seamless mosaics Evey could only see through his eyes.

It seemed like he was obsessing on a single pattern,
something half revealed and half hidden.�
Evey stared at the papers for a long time, trying to discern what they
meant until it occurred to her she might fall victim to the same obsession.

With a shake of her head, Evey walked up behind V, shuffling
her feet through the paper as she came, distorting the pattern.� From two steps behind him she said, �V?�

When he heard his name, the mask shot up and without looking
at her he leapt to his feet and bolted down a dark hallway.�

Evey gave chase and rounding a bend in the corridor, she saw
the heel of his boot fly into a room as something gold breezed by her cheek and
hit the wall with a tinkling sound.

She slammed into the door only to find it barred against
her.� She pounded on it for a while,
shouting his name but there was no response.

~~~~~

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