Why hello! I am back. Well, I guess I never really left. But I have a new Watchmen for the masses! Well, hopefully the masses will read it. Uhm. Whatever. XD Warnings, right. Slash, abuse of varying kinds, and swearing and drinking in later chapters. There you have it. (:
Disclaimer: I don't own Watchmen. I am simply not that cool.
Walter walked slowly down the hall towards his mother's room. It was late, he didn't know what time it was, but knew it was past his bedtime. He was afraid, he didn't know why, but he was. He didn't want to be alone, not tonight. He wanted to curl up under his mother's blankets and sleep the rest of the night there. Carefully, he reached up to open the door, not wanting to wake her if she was sleeping.
What Walter found inside was more disconcerting than staying in his room would have been. His mother was tangled on the floor with another man. Walter didn't know what to do, his mother was making strange noises, like that man was strangling her.
"Is he hurting you mom?" He asked in a small voice.
"Walter?" She asked, shocked.
"What is this? A kid? I could get that at home!"
"Walter, go to your room!" Walter just stood, frozen, afraid.
The man was pulling his shirt back on. He reached into his pocket and threw a bill at Walter's mother. "Five dollars. That's all you're worth."
"Five dollars? I..you.." Walter's mother was at a loss for words as the man stormed out of the room.
"Mommy...?" She turned on Walter with anger in her eyes.
"You little bastard! I should have had that abortion!" she screeched, throwing her fist at Walter's face."Mommy...stop it!" He yelped, but his mother didn't hear a word, continuing to hit the small boy. There were tears streaming down his cheeks and he hurt all over. His mother wouldn't stop, no matter how much he begged her. No matter how much he said he was sorry, even though he wasn't sure what he'd done to make her so angry. Finally, his mother picked him up by the shoulder and carried him roughly down the hall, throwing him hard to the ground in his room.
"And stay in there next time!" She yelled, slamming the door. Walter heard the lock click as it shifted over. He crawled up onto his bed, still sniffling, wiping his nose on his sleeve. He clutched a tattered teddy bear to his chest and buried his face in the fur on the top of its head.
"I love you, too Mommy." He whispered.
----Rorschach pounded a beefy man's face into the brick wall of the alley. He reveled in the sounds the man was making, in the way he could feel the man's nose and jaw crack as he rhythmically forced his face into the wall.
"Just let me go man, I'm sorry, I'll never hurt anyone again."
Smash, into the wall.
"Lies." the taller man stated simply, roughly. The man stared into his mask, his fear being mirrored by the blotches one minute, consumed by them in the next.
"You hurt that girl." Into the wall again.
Rorschach had been on his way to Daniel's house, it was "their night" That's what Daniel had called it. He made it sound like such a special occasion, such a big deal. He called it their anniversary, and said it was their day to celebrate them; to remember everything they'd been through together up to this point, and to remember how much they cared for each other. Not that Rorschach could ever forget. However, while on his way to Dan's he heard the cries of a distressed girl in an alley way, and knew his conscience wouldn't leave him alone if he didn't help her. She was a small, pretty girl in a green sweater, maybe going to a special night of her own. He had thrown the scum against the wall and motioned her to run, and she had.
Their night was supposed to start at eight and now it was quarter past. Rorschach hadn't been paying attention to the time as he smashed the scum's face into the red bricks, coloring them even darker red. He was too preoccupied at watching the blood steadily drip from the man's mouth, giving him a warning he would not soon forget. His blood puddling in the cracks of the sidewalk, Rorschach didn't notice the time passing, he only knew he needed to eradicate the filth. That came first, and Daniel knew it. Daniel would understand.
When sinful man was finally unresponsive, not dead, that would have been too much for just a warning. Rorschach finally started to Dan's again, hands in his pockets, with the neck of his trench coat up against his walked up to the door and twisted the knob. Dan had given up on locking his door before Rorschach made his nightly appearance. He'd wasted too much money on replacing the locks. Rorschach would always find a way in, one way or another, and he would always keep the unwanted out. Once inside, he was met with a dimly lit dining room, Dan sitting on the end of the table he always did. Food littered the table, along with the regular bowl of sugar cubes and a few cans of beans. Two candles sat in the middle of the table, their wicks almost halfway eaten by the flame. Daniel didn't look at Rorschach, staring at his yellowing wallpaper like he was waiting for a reply to a very pressing question, while groping for the words to say to his partner.
"You're late" he shifted as the words came out, still talking to the wall. "Again."
"I know." said Rorschach gruffly. He pulled up a chair and pushed his mask up, ready to chew.
"Well, what happened?" Dan asked quietly, still not looking at Rorschach. He feared his eyes would betray too much of the hurt he was feeling.
"A girl. In an alley. Man attacking her. Couldn't let him go after hearing her yells." Rorschach said, around a mouthful of cold beans.
"Oh. Well. I'm sure she was glad you did that for her." Rorschach grunted a reply. "You know, I have other things to eat. Warm things."
"These are fine. Have to go out soon anyway."
"I know." Dan answered. He sighed. "I was worried about you, when you didn't show up when you said you would."
"Shouldn't worry. Can take care of myself. Wouldn't be stupid enough to get hurt."
"Yeah." a pause. "You remember what today is, don't you?" Dan asked in a quiet, almost childlike voice.
"Hurm." Rorschach started. "Wednesday. Seventeenth." He inspected the bottom of the can, seemingly in thought. Dan exhaled sharply. "Of course I remember Daniel. Do not forget important things...we are an important thing."
Dan gave Rorschach a small smile. He always knew what to say to cover for his mistakes when he made them. "It's almost nine. We should get out there." Rorschach nodded and followed Dan into his underground nest.
Up in Archie, it seemed that the city had decided to take a vacation from its usual activities. It was abnormally quiet night, but Rorschach insisted they stay in the air- just in case. Dan had agreed, knowing he would lose that battle. He steered the aircraft to hover off the east side of the city. They only had to sit and listen to that static on the police radios for about fifteen minutes before Daniel could sense Rorschach's intense stare from under his mask. In response, he'd taken off his cowl and goggles, walking across the ship to where he was sitting. Soon, they were both on the floor, entangled in each other, the fluctuating static from the inactive radio providing a soundtrack to their activities, punctured by small sounds of pleasure from either man. Hands flowed freely from form to form, grasping hungrily at body armor and tearing it off, feverishly untying trench coats and scarves. Discarded and on the floor, they were both half naked, connected at the mouth, faces crushing against each other with anticipation. Their breath came sporadically, in sharp gasps and sighs filled with ecstasy, fogging up the large circular windows. Daniel strayed from Rorschach's mouth, his lips falling down his face and lingering around his neck. He was lost in the odd way Rorschach tasted, like sweat and sugar, when a sharp inexplicable pain in his side made him catch his looked up, eyes wide, wiping his mouth, at Rorschach who stood with his arm wrenched back, sending it colliding again into Dan's ribs. Daniel, unsuspecting and unprepared for the blow fell to the floor. Rorschach seemed to tower over him, even though he was substantially shorter than him.
"Ror...damn it, Rorschach, what are you doing?"
The masked man didn't listen, sending a fist straight to Dan's nose. His hand flew up, cupping the blood that came gushing out. Dan held his hand out in front of him, the blood on his palm matching the pattern on his partner's mask for one split second. "Stop it! What the hell do you think you're doing?" As an answer, Rorschach threw his palm to Dan's left eye. He squinted as it stung, and his world was momentarily lost to blackness. His vision suddenly fuzzy, he saw Rorschach retreating to the front of the ship, to change the channel on the police radio.
"Love you, Daniel." Rorschach said, a tone of pride underlying his voice.
Well, I hope this is a good first chapter for you all. I don't really think anyone has ever done anything like this. I have a bit more of this written up, so more should be up relatively soon, if it is well liked. And if not, well it can curl up and die along with my other failed attempts at fanfiction. (:
