Warning: This series covers some intense themes and has many graphic scenes and sexual violence in it.
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"DO IT!"
These were the final words of Rorshach, as when Dr. Manhattan divided his atoms, his body became nothing more then a blood spatter on the snow, the only resemblance being that it looked like the famous test he got his name from.
He would have been fine if he never opened his eyes again, as whether he were in heaven or hell did not matter, as he would have felt a sense of completeness regardless.
But….It seemed God had not been through with punishing him yet…...
He awoke lying alone in a dark, musty cave, his face and clothes were gone! He began to convulse violently as he felt like vomiting, being so exposed and without a face felt like he was in a personalized hell or some demented version of it!
Don't panic...Get somewhere, find clothes and a new face... He thought to himself as began to calm down, his breathing becoming regular again.
He stood up and instantly heard quiet chattering and grunts echoing off the walls, it didn't sound human, more like an animal or some type of vermin.
It was too dark to see anything, so he felt his way around the cave, hoping he wouldn't run into anything, the thought of being so exposed made him queasy as he cringed slightly.
Eventually, he found a torch hanging on the cave's wall, its generous heat gave his bare skin some shelter against the cold, decrepit cave.
He continued to walk, as he hoped he would find some sort of clothing to cover himself, as only the pure degenerate walk as exposed as he was.
Minutes….Maybe hours went by as he continued to walk, every now and then seeing something move in the corner of his eye, but….Every time he swung around, nothing was there.
He eventually made his way to the entrance as red and green light shined in the distance, he moved quickly towards it.
That's when he saw it.
Near the entrance were two naked girls, one; a brunette wearing a funny hat and the other a blonde, they were bound and gagged, sperm piles were nearby them….Not making it difficult to put two and two together.
There was a boy too, but his head was crushed, blood and other fluids coming out of his head like a goddamn faucet.
These were fresh wounds, meaning the evil that did this was close.
"Who did this?" He coldly asked as he ripped the two girls muzzles off, only one of them, the brunette, moved.
"They...They…." Her eyes were as wide as the sun, and her expression seemed like her life was flashing before her eyes.
She then pointed to the blonde.
"She's….."
"Dead?"
"Worse…..P...aralyzed...Poison…."
"Is there a cure?"
"I….I...Don't….."
"Take her with you, find a doctor."
"What….are….you doing….?"
"Going to execute the vermin that did this."
Rorshach then took the armor off the dead boy, luckily it mostly fit with only a little tightness in the shoulders.
He then grabbed the boys weapon, a small, but sharp dagger and made his way deeper into the cave.
Rorschach's journal, January 1st? XXXX
Don't what year or month or day it is. Woke up in a cave filled with rat shit and defilement.
Memories of death surround me as both psyche and body ache from the experience. Not sent to heaven or hell. Instead, put here...Why?
Found two girls. both bound and raped by monsters.
The evil of this world is no different from the other one. The vermin still crawl in the shadows waiting to prey on innocents. Innocents believing they're not a threat….Until the Vermin consume them, turn their bodies into nothing more than piles of bones on the street.
Also found boy in cave. Head smashed with a massive rock. No older than 16.
As Rorschach began to stab, burn and cut up the goblins, he felt a satisfaction course through his body, it wasn't wicked or sexual….But one of justice, as though he were delivering god's work on the hellspawn.
The monsters that used to be invisible to the naked eye in the old world, were now very visible, their cries as he burned them was like a tune to him.
When he stabbed them, it wasn't quick stabs that would instantly kill them, instead….Painful stabs, ones that punctured lungs and made them choke on their own coughs.
And we slashed at them, he was a like surgeon, cutting open skin and watching the tendons and muscles bleed, sometimes he would cut their sides and watch as ribs and lungs slowly spewed out. The creatures screeching until their vocal cords broke was something that made Rorshach smile, oh how he enjoyed cutting these poor monsters up as every cry and blood spatter made him feel a sense of pure tranquility overcame him, oh he wished it could last forever!
In the old world, he was used to snapping bones of full-grown healthy adults, so small, malnourished goblins were nothing more than practice to him, it was as if they were children made of glass, easily breakable. Even the occasional larger hobgoblins still screeched as he slit their stomachs open and watched the food they recently ate come out alongside a fountain of blood.
Goblins continued to screech as some even ran away from the deranged killer, like animals running for their lives, even throwing their comrades at him to try an escape the unholy man, who simply killed whatever was thrown at him.
Not even the Shaman could stop the crazed vigilante's bloodlust as even though he was intelligent compared to his nest, he was no more intelligent than average thug Rorshach would execute.
Rorshach wasn't sure if goblins felt fear, but the look the Shaman had as Rorshach plunged the dagger into its thigh may have proven that they in fact could. As it screeched in pain as Rorshach pulled it up from the thigh and through its right testicle and up the stomach. All types of fluids including small amounts of sperm coming out of the defiled corpse.
What the vermin did was unforgivable. Not torture, because to torture something, it has to have a soul in the first place. Otherwise, it's just getting rid of filth.
Rorshach then turned to leave, only stopping after hearing the disturbed cries of the infant goblins as they shuddered in fear and animosity towards the demon hiding in a man's body.
A family of rats infests a home. Killing ALL of them, even the infants, Is allowed.
What the monsters did...Killing the infants quickly is too merciful.
Never comprise, and never show any mercy to evil….Not even its offspring.
The surviving Goblins, (if they even were any) dare not speak about what he did to the infants, as even they cannot bear to think about the pain he put them through, what he did was beyond torture, it wasn't evil, it was beyond monstrous.
As soon as his slaughter ceased, he finally left the room that used to be full of offspring, he looked down and saw a large piece of torn cloth on the ground.
He quickly picked it up, cut eyeholes, and put it around his old face.
It wasn't as good as the face he had before his death, but….It would have to do as he already was mentally killing himself for not having a face.
He also looted many of the corpses of the Goblins, only finding a few gold and silver pieces on the Shaman and a small notebook next to the boys corpse.
The boy had only been writing in it for a few days, so he tore the pages the boy had been writing in out, not bothering to read what he had written; despite the boy using the journal, it was still relatively empty, which was perfect for him.
He then wandered out of the cave, and into the dark night, the moons seemed to be covered with clouds as they're once green and red colors were now covered behind a massive cloud,
He noticed a road several yards away, choosing to follow it until he located civilization.
Found face, need to find civilization, need to figure out so much.
Were we in this world, all our careers would be over so much quicker, Comedian would have likely died, Silk specter would have had the same fate as the two girls, Nite Owl would hang the mask early, Manhattan may even be normal here...In a world full of monsters, what's one more?
The only one who would still do this is me. Why? Because I have nothing to lose. If I perish the next day to these monsters….All that would happen isI would take up space in the ground.
Yesterday. I knew the truth, today? I'm becoming more distraught and questioning everything…..Also no maildrop.
Town becoming visible now. Need sleep….Will find someplace to rest for the night, then go into it tomorrow.
Author's note:
Watchmen is one of, if not my all-time favorite comic series, all of the characters are incredibly real and the questions it brings up in terms of philosophy and morality is incredible!
Goblin Slayer is also an incredible story and one of my favorite animes of all time!
So I decided to combine one of the best characters from Watchmen (Rorschach) and put him into the Goblin slayer universe!
This series will go to some dark places and will cover many philosophical thoughts, as well as do some character studies of Rorshach and Goblin Slayer.
If you enjoyed please consider following and leaving a review as I would love to get some feedback on this story!
Thanks so much for reading! Chapter 2 will be out soon!