Evey Hammond

Evey's history and backstory.

( Everyone has a past.. )

The world never seems to be as it seems. Life works in strange ways and when you think everything might be changing and your life will eventually be better it doesn’t. It may sound crazy though I’m guessing whoever can read this is in the same situation I’m in, stuck in another world, different from their own. I can only guess I was sent here to help this world as I helped mine with a very important man named V, a man that changed my life and turned me into the women I am today.

Speaking of V he is somehow here as well. I don't know how as I witnessed his death, a moment that hangs heavy on my heart. I'm glad though that he's here it's just hard to believe.

Tell us about ghosts and what you think of them. Have you had an experience with the undead? Do you think people who believe in ghosts need a nice vacation in the closest mental institution? Is it possible to be haunted or possessed?


I was visited by the ghosts of all the victims of this country. Of course I am not speaking of real ghosts, I have not gone completely mad, although some would say that I went mad during a certain period of my life. That was before V did what he did, before he changed this country. I was running around with a terrorist. I couldn’t believe it when I maced that cop in the studio. I surely thought I went bad when I woke up in the shadow gallery. Now I know that it wasn’t maddness but it was intelligence.

If you look all around this country you could see the ghosts of the victims. The victims to a man who would stop at nothing to get the power he craved. All the victims of St. Marys, my brother, I could feel them looking down on us on November the 5th. The ghost of my mother and of my father and ghost of Valerie. Could even say that V was a ghost himself. No real name or background. He was the man that changed my life so much and I didn’t even know a thing about him. But that was the way it was suppose to be, because he was all the ghosts of this country, every single one of them speaking up as one. Who V actually was, wasn’t important. although I do wish to know but I understand why I didn’t know. Because of who he was, wasn’t who he was now. It wasn’t what mattered.

So if you ask me if I believe in ghost I guess I would have to say I do, just not in the same matter that others may believe in them.

Muse: Evey Hammond
Fandom: V for Vendetta
Word Count: 289

Tell us about family - what does family mean to you?


Family….

my only real family anymore is V. My mother and father were taken away from me. Creedy and his black bags. That bag seems to erase people, it erased my mother. I can barely remember a simpler time. A time before the war, before the protests, before Adam Sutler came into power, before the fingermen and all these rules and a time before V.

It was a nice life, mum and pa and my brother. My father used to always tell jokes and life was filled with much joy. But all that stopped when my brother died. He died in the St. Mary’s incident. I will never forgot that day in the hospital, and what happened since that day. It’s funny the way people can transform so usually after a certain event.

My parents started to protest the war. They would stand outside different political buildings handing out flyers, they would even have me help out sometimes. The other times I’d watch from the tele, the different riots they were in. I always thought that I’d end up seeing them get killed on the TV, but that never happened. No instead I got to see my mother pulled away right before my very own eyes. I was alone for a long time after that. Didn’t really have any family, just my work life you could say. I was scared to really do anything after everything that happened with my parents and after they sent me away. I saw what could be done in this country and I didn’t want to ever experience myself, but then V came alone. They took my family away but then I must also thank them for giving me my new family, V.

Muse: Evey Hammond
Fandom: V for Vendetta
Word Count: 288

What is one thing you have learned from your past?

An idea and the few simple actions taken to breathe life into that idea can change the shape of history. That's all you need to start with, is an idea;

Remember, Remember The fifth of November, The gunpowder treason and plot I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason, Should ever be forgot. Everyone remembers the idea and what he did that night. But I will always remember the man and what he did for me. That man was V.

When I first meet him I have to admit I thought he was a crazy person but soon I realized who he really was. He was all of us, he was the idea. What more is there to say about V other then he was the man that changed my life, the man that showed me he true power in an idea. That man that showed me how to live without fear.

Before V I was scared, I was scared all the time. You see my parents became strong after my brother died at Saint Mary's. They started to protest the wars and I'd watch them on the television protesting the government. It was as if they had no fear at all, I always thought if it had been me I wouldn't have been able to do it. No I was far too scared for that sort of thing. And that fear only grew worse once they took them away from me. I never even dreamed of having the type of strength they had but V changed that all. He made me, well made me feel nothing. What he did to me I thought was horrible at first but it was what I needed. I learned to live without fear and now I stand here as that person. That person that V helped Shape.

I do not know what the future may hold but for this I do know, that the idea that V started will live on in history books for the rest of our lives. He helped us shape a new world, one that will stand much stronger than the other. Everyone remembers that idea, but I will always remember the man and what he did for me.

Muse: Evey Hammond
Fandom: V for Vendetta
Word Count: 371

Describe a dream that you've had. How did the dream make you feel?

Evey awoke fast, sweat pouring down her face. Her brown orbs quickly scanned from side to side as fear filled her face. Her heart was pounding so fast if felt like it was going to jump right out of her chest. She slowly started to calm down, although she continued to dart her eyes from side to side, almost as if something would be in the room with her. It was a dream, more like a nightmare about her mother and the day they took her. If felt as real as that night.

Her mom raced into her room, breathing heavily and telling her to hide. With out thought Evey quickly got under the bed. It was quiet for only a second and then she heard the door being knocked open. Her heart started to race again and fear over powered her unlike any other that she knew. She heard some sounds and then her mother was on the ground, looking at her with scared and worried eyes. But something was different in this dream, instead of looking at her mother she was now looking at herself. And they did it, placed the black bag over her head. The black bag that seemed to erase people. She could feel them dragging her away, but all she could see was darkness, everything was black and there was nothing she could do. Evey started to kick and scream as if that would do something but they continued to drag her away and then that’s when she suddenly woke up.

She’s had that fear her whole life, ever since her mother was taken. The fear that one day they would come for her and place that black bag over her head. But now the fear was worse, no they actually were looking for her. Ever since she meet V.

It happened by chance that Evey meet V and right now she wished that she never did. Her whole world was turned upside down because of that happened chance. If it had been her mother or father that met V that night they would’ve loved it and gone to great lengths to help him, but she didn’t have that kind of courage. That’s why she did what she did and ran away to Gordon’s house. She felt much safer with him, as if he’d be able to protect her or something. It was more like he was the only place she knew to go to.


Muse: Evey Hammond
Fandom: V for Vendetta
Word Count: 411