I do not own Watchmen.
Character appearance is based more off the movie. But the plot will be a mixture of both the movie and the comic.
As I said, I do not own Watchmen but I do own Dezzi and her character and so on and so forth. Enjoy. Tell me how you like it ;]
"You have great ability, but it lies dormant until a serious crisis awakens you"
The small slip of white paper spoke my factory produced fortune to me as its former cookie coffin crunched between my teeth. Bob Dylan's rasping voice statics overhead through the crummy diner speakers. The Times They Are A-Changin' skips slightly as a truck pulls up to the newspaper stand outside. Tossing a couple of dollars down on the table for the pregnant teen I had as a waitress I stand and flatten down my burnt trench coat shoving my hands in the pockets feeling the cool steal of the different knives and the fortune smashed down to the bottom corner.
Bob fades out as I step into the bustling street of this decrepit city. It's a greasy spot on the map of the world. The worst part: it knows it and seems to be proud of the stain it's causing on the globe. A young male reading a pirate comic glances up at me doing a double take, his jaw dropping slightly as he meets my metallic orange eyes and he readjusts his glasses before pretending to quickly look back down at his comic. A smile quirks on my lips at him and I raise an eyebrow stopping gracefully centimeters before I would have run into what looked to be a ginger haired homeless man. He just as gracefully stopped. Almost too melodically for what you would think someone of his social status could accomplish, but something tells me not to underestimate him as his white-blue eyes meet mine and he stops carefully shifting the sign on his shoulder. Standing almost nose to nose with him I cock my head a half a millimeter and look up at the painted warning: THE END IS NIGH. Gaining eye contact once more I nod my head and smile lightly.
"The beginning is the end is the beginning. See you around."
He blinks but nods just the same and I pat his shoulder and go around his stoic body my coat flicking about my heels.
Her hair was a mixture of reds and browns and oranges almost too many to count. Odd to one Walter Kovacs, odd to him because he never took much mind to tedious details like that. Her eyes: metallic orange, like nothing he'd ever seen before, they almost moved, like that of Dr. Manhattan, continuous sparks and waves traveling through the iris but shining like that of the metal on a new car. Her small stature wasn't perfect but that made her seem even more real after staring at her eyes. The multi-coloured hair came a good 3 or 4 inches below her collar bone and she wore a worn out burnt trench coat over a fitted black tee shirt, worn jeans and black boots. Walter Kovacs had noticed all of this within the 48seconds Dezzi had stopped, looked him in the eye, cocked her head half a millimeter, read his sign, and spoke 11 words, touched his shoulder and left. Walter Kovacs had noticed all of this and stored it in great detail in his mind and realized he was still standing in the same spot and the newspaper man and pirate comic reading boy were staring at him oddly. He didn't realize until later that he left the stand without getting his comic.
I stared at the numbers on the door as movement was heard inside the apartment and finally the one and only Edward Blake opened the door, a diminishing cigar hanging loosely from his lips.
"How many times have I told you not to smoke?? Especially in the house."
His confused expression turns to that stupid smirk as I pluck the remnants of the cigar from him and toss it into an overflowing ash tray.
"At least one more time, as usual, Murph. To whom should I thank that my favourite niece-" "Your only niece." "My favourite niece has come to visit me??"
I roll my eyes as he lights up another cigar and smiles crookedly watching me pick around his apartment.
"No one. I was in town and got a weird feeling. You know how that goes. The whole Fiasco senses I suppose. And call me by my name. It's Dezzi you know. Not Murphy."
He chuckles. "I know your name, Dezzi. How long are you staying for??"
I shrug idly and tie my hair up. "No telling. I have to go now though, I'm going to visit Night Owl and the Doc first, but I wanted to stop in and say hello before I went out. Maybe we can have dinner one day this week."
He nods and opens his arms for a hug. "There's something that you're not telling me." The Comedian nods and hugs me tighter and for the first time in my life I don't feel the tightness of a smothered laugh in his chest. It feels like the coiling of tears that he can't let out and I hug him back. "You're not going to tell me are you??" He doesn't answer directly but pulls away and looks me in the eyes nodding to me patting me gently to the door which is answer enough for me. He might as well have screamed 'no'.
"See you around." "..Yeah, see you around."
And for the first time in my life I heard him say 'I love you' I almost couldn't say it out of shock but I looked him in the eyes and told him with a smile that I loved him too and left him, standing in the door way, begrudgingly. If I'd known what was going to happen…I would have stayed…
By the time I reach Dan's house it's already dark out and upon closer inspection of the door I find it to be broken in.
"Great." I sigh boredly. I didn't have time for Neanderthal criminals. Tapping the door open with my boot I fiddled through my pocket for a small knife feeling the smooth paper of the fortune next to it. Sounds could be heard from the kitchen so I slowly made my way to peek around the corner where a man with a mask pulled above his mouth ate a cold can of Dan's beans. He wore an old hat and coat, roughly all of his clothes looked old and worn down, and I knew immediately this was Rorschach. Sighing I relaxed my muscles and walked into the kitchen making him jump to attention and reach up to grab his mask.
"Who are you??"
His voice was rough and scratchy, and reminded me of the staticy speaker at the diner.
"Calm down, I'm a friend of Dan's. Go back to your beans."
"What is your name??"
"The name's-"
"Murph?!"
"Murph?"
"Not Murph."
I correct Rorschach perhaps a little too quickly and turn to snap at Dan for using the annoying old nickname.
"Long time no see!"
He yanks me into a his chest and I gasp as the tightness of the hug patting him uncomfortably. "Nice to see you too." Pulling away he smiles shortly and turns his attention to Rorschach. "Rorschach…" his eyes flicker to the bean can the masked man still holds. "I can warm those up for you if you want…" "Fine like this. Take a look."
I look at Dan an eyebrow raised, and glance down to the table as he picks up a small round pin.
"What is this…bean juice??" "Human bean juice." Leaning over his arm I see what he sees and he looks at me his expression almost terrified. My own is one beyond my own comprehension as the room spins and I stare wide-eyed at the smiling face before me, the blood like a poorly aimed bullet hole on the laminated yellow exterior. My mouth is suddenly dry but I find swallowing is the only thing I can find myself able to do.
"The Comedian is dead."
The words come out of his covered mouth to me in slow, slurred speech, and speed up, playing and replaying, rewinding and fast-forwarding in my mind over and over, like a back skipping record. Somewhere outside my mental phonograph Dan is talking to me, touching my shoulder. And somewhere outside my mind I am responding, or I think I am…I do not know.
"I just talked to him…I just….he was, he-I..why didn't I stay.."