Evey pulled the lever and stepped off the train, looking to the inspector before watching the train of explosives take V away, 'Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture' playing over the intercoms throughout the city.

"Let's go home." Evey said to the man. He smiled, following her out of the tunnel and back to the surface, just in time to see the grand finale.

"This is what he wanted." It was more a question than a statement. Evey's eyes didn't move from the fireworks.

"No. It's what the people wanted." She met the inspector's gaze. "To be free."

"Remember, remember the fifth of November..." A man's voice floated in the air, but no one could hear it. A cloaked figure stood hidden in the shadows, the fires from the parliament building illuminating the mask he wore. A sad smile played at his lips from behind the image of Guy Fawkes as he watched the cheering crowd. It was over. Vengeance had been made and the people no longer feared their government. He was free, but believed dead. That was the way he had planned it—ever since he met Evey Hammond.

His cape swishing behind him, the masked man once known as V stalked deeper into the shadows and back to the home he knew. A pair of eyes had caught sight of him and watched as he vanished around the corner. Inspector Eric Finch smiled, turning back to the people.

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It's just a short beginning, and I'm not sure if I'll even start the story, but who knows? Maybe if I get a review or two, I'll try and get it going.