I just watched V is for Vendetta the movie and liked it. Liked it enough to write one myself. This is mine despite these being semi popular theories, but whatever. Loser.

If you haven't watched the movie, just know that this has spoilers in it. I guess read it anyway if you want to be confused and ruin the surprises of the movie for yourself. I highly suggest you watch it, and yes, it is on Netflix. I would say just pirate the movie, but that might get me in trouble on here, so do not pirate plz!

Disclaimer: I don't own V is for Vendetta.


E is for Evey.

Ever since V's train took its one way ticket to the great beyond, I have been having doubts. Doubts about V, about myself, about this entire government. Was V really dead when I layed there, crying atop his blood soaked body? Was he faking so he could die as a martyr during the explosion that rocked the United Kingdom and its suspicious government? Did I ever really forgive him for torturing me?

I don't know. I'll likely never know. But what is the fun in knowing when you can speculate; you can create your own story that you are satisfied with so that the ending has justification. You can justify anything, but that doesn't make it right or wrong.

Perhaps V worked for the government. How else could he know so much about Chancellor Sutler and the security detail on Creedy that Creedy himself didn't know? I remember Gordon saying that he was a homosexual, but was V one too? It would make sense. Gordon Dietrich did make me the same breakfast that V did, the egg upon toast. Gordon also had exceptional interest in the Koran, which seems to be something that V associated with. The two could have been a couple before the Larkhill Detention Center, but only V caught for having sexual relations with the same sex. Why, Valerie had the same experience once she was captured for being a lesbian. She was sent to the facility and tortured and tested on. I could be wrong. In fact there are tons of scenarios and theories going through my head that could be unlike the one I just wrote, but I like to think that V had a happy life before his dedication to the destruction of the kleptocracy.

In the end I loved him, though not the way he loved me. And that is okay. So long as we are both satisfied with our separate ends, that is okay.

November the sixth I could not sleep a wink. I wandered the subway, the last place I saw V, without any intentions other than to occupy myself until daylight. What was odd was the metal chestplate that I found a little ways away from nearly a dozen corpses, but of course it was no mystery what happened. V happened, as tends to be the case in the recent occurrences in my life. I imagine him slaying the guards who were only doing their jobs. The multitude of holes in dents in the metal make the side of my lips quirk. I do not know whether I can support V in this situation. The guards likely had families to feed, pets to adore, friends to love, and were only doing their job for the paycheck to keep themselves alive. I try not to think of the affects their deaths must have had on their peers.

My last sight of V was a heroic one, and I don't want that to change.

I would rather live with the idea of the valiant V vouching for the victims, than seeing him in the light of a man who ruined the lives of many by use of his daggers.


Okay, so this isn't quite a fanfiction since it is just kinda a theory, but right now I don't have time to make it good bc I'm pissed that nobody has even made a fanfiction for this cult movie. It is so good and if you haven't watched it, please do.