The last I saw of the masked vigilante Rorshach, was his back which seemed to emit determination. His mind was set, and nothing would sway it. I saved the world from nuclear destruction through the killing of millions. Rorschach's aim was to tell the world the truth; although it would lead to World War 3 humanity would no longer be denied the truth.
I had united humanity. But in doing so I deformed it, I mutilated it.
Did Rorshach make it back from my place in Antarctica to the land of the free? Did he reveal the truth? Did America and Russia begin World War 3? The world believed it was Dr Manhattan who wiped out millions of American lives. Truth be told it was me. I duplicated his energy signature when I exploded those intrinsic field generators.
What should I do? I want to stay here; safe, isolated and alone. The perfect place to dwell in my thoughts. I could stay here and research medicine. Create breakthroughs in medication. Maybe through this I can make up for my sins.
No. I need to stop Rorshach. Those lives I obliterated went to a good cause. Each one of them saved earth from being a nuclear wasteland. Yes. I should stop him.
My minds set and I'm going. The jets prepared. I'm of. Should roughly take less than a day to meet my destination. As I fly thoughts cloud my head, trying to swerve my decision. Time slips away as I sit here, flying gracefully through the sky. The scenery is amazing. The ocean is beautiful. A deep dark color that seems to hold many secrets, mirroring me.
Rorshach must be stopped to protect this beautiful world. The beautiful animals. And the beautiful phenomenon of humans. Though throughout this vast universe we are but a small spec in all phenomenons. I must preserve this small spec though. If I don't who else will. My mind wades on until I drift off to sleep.
It is night when I'm awakened by lights alerting me to my destination being reached. My jet hovers along rooftops in downtown New York. The rooftops are high. Maybe 10 stories? Further ahead are cars, moving along frantically. Life seems normal. Nuclear apocalypse hasn't occurred yet. Rorshach should be here. He would know I'm here. There's no need to search for him. The dim lights of my jet hovering steadily might as well be a beacon to his keen eyes, hidden behind that mask.
I look out the window and there he is. In the midst of hurried people he stands there silently and still. Staring straight at me. He's alive, and he made it back. Has he told humanity of my lie covered up by the massacre of millions? Did he realize I was right in doing so? That it was a necessary sacrifice? That it needed to be done? No. He was true justice. He would of carried through with his intentions….right? Maybe he only just got here. He would have flown with nite owls ship which is behind mine technology-wise. Or maybe, no one believed him? No one would accept it?
My thoughts are cut short as he fires his grappling gun. I tell the computer to open the hatch . The grappling hook shoots through the gap, rips through the roof and stays there. As he gets reeled up time slows down. What is his aim? Will he kill me? No, he can't. My physical build and combat skills exceed his. What does he plan to do?
I'm awakened by my thoughts turn to face the ascending vigilante. His boots thump as he steady's himself inside the jet. He stands there with clenched fists and for the first time fear hits me. In an instant it is dark and cold. I don't want to die. No. No. Just the sight of him seems to pierce right through and constrict me. The fear strangles me and it is then that the upholder of justice steps forward and closes the gap between us.
Aaron Cheong.