A Diffrent Look

Jadecoyote

Rated: T+

(Authors note: I havent written a fanfic in a long time since I am working on a novel and some short stories. This is a Rorchach story, but this is written with great care and respect for Alan Moore. I know that Rorchach/Walter Kovacs is a right wing-nut job. This isnt some mary-sue ship at all. I dont believe in changing the personality of a character. He has very little respect for modern women in the 80s when the story took place. I am just putting another look on someone who knew him who was there. I didnt want you to get the wrong idea. I own nothing. This is Alan Moore's work. Please just review and enjoy)

October:1985

Emily Lancaster stood by the window looking out at the rain. She hated thunder storms and the pounding rain smearing her view of the street outside. New York had become a cold place for the past years now. It seemed that things were getting worst. Her life was not one that was interesting or unoriginal. She grew up in Portland, Maine, her father had been a fisherman and her mother a nurse. Emily's life hadn't been anything special. She worked in her mother's shop and grew up following in her mother's footsteps. It was cold fate or something worst that changed her life forever. Her father died in a hurricane and her mother had gotten very sick. They moved to New York for the last three years. Her mother passed when she finished college to becoming a nurse. After that she gave up nursing and rented rooms needng money. Since then she rented rooms to pay for the house and house hold needs. Right now there was a family of three staying in one of the three rooms and one empty. The final room was being rented by a strange man. She bearly saw him when he first rented the room. He minded his own and didn't come down to eat meals. The rent was always on time so she didn't pay him much mind. As she stood by the window she reflected on the first time she met Walter Kovacs.

April: 1984

It was a quiet afternoon. The sun was low in the summer sky. She didn't really have time to look out the window with her waitressing down as Al's Burgers during the weekdays. She came home smelling of grease and frenchfries and she was eager to take a shower. The streets weren't safe to walk on when it was getting late so she grudgingly paid for gas and took her beat up old car to and from work. Pulling up to the house dressed in a pair of black slacks and a blouse she forced the door open that sometimes got stuck. Sighing softly she closed the door and locked it. Going to the front door she felt the breeze in her blond hair, her sapphire blue eyes showing weariness as she walked to the door with the key ready, nervous that someone would attack her. Emily dug the ball of her shoes into the stone walkway and waited, holding her breath. When nothing happened she turned and put the key in the door hearing the metallic grinding. With a click she turned the knob and pulled it open. Darkness met her as she stepped into the house. Shutting it she locked it once again and put the chain on. Since she is renting rooms she knew not to leave personal things out so securing her purse against her shoulder she gave a glance around and walked up the stairs. They creaked under her shoes causing her to sigh softly. Faintly she could hear a radio playing to the right in the bedroom at the end of the hall. On further inspection she could see that the light was on. No big deal. She would of walked by without thinking much of it but the sound of gutteral coughing caught her attention. It wasn't the kind of coughing of the common cold. Against her better judgement she approached the door. Before she could reach the door though it opened a few inches and a man stood there. He was short by stature with copper-brown hair, his face was battered and worn but with eyes of clear intellegence. Emily took a few steps staring at the man dressed in a white whitebeater shirt and dark slacks.

"What do you want?"he asked his voice was low, almost husky but filled with suspicion. Swallowing her suprise she realized she had seen this man before. He was the man who was seen in downtown New York with the sandwich board that read; "THE END IS NIGH' on it. This did not quell her weary feelings since this man upon observation was absolutely out of his mind. When she said nothing he let out a grunt mingled with a cough. Emily came to her senses a few moments before he closed the door one her.
"Wait!"she cried. "I heard you coughing. I am have my degree in nursing. Let me help with that cough. It sounds serious"she pleaded despite her misgivings.

"I'm fine. Leave me alone" the man replied with reluctance and stubborness. This frustrated the young woman making her just as stubborn.

"It sounds like you were out in the rain storm a day ago and caught a chest cold. Let me help."she pressed on as if he hadn't told her to go away, her blue eyes flashing with determination. The man didn't even answer her, but instead he turned and walked deeper inside the room conviently leaving the door open. Before further going in she walked to her own room and grabbed her medical kit with a scapel in it. She wasn't a dummy by any stretch of the imagination. Going back to the partly opened door she stepped inside and saw him sitting there, his eyes keenly focused on the radio. Emily stepped inside and closed the door behind herself with a click. He turned his attention back to her and let out a soft breath. "I told you to leave me alone!"he repeated but did not rise from where he was sitting.

"I know you did, but I am going to take care of that cough. I don't want one of my tenents dying on me from something that could easily be taken care of"she informed him. Her words were met with a weary expression. She noted how his body language was tense as she neared him with the kit. Opening it she retrieved a bottle of cough medicine, the easiest fix. Opening it she pulled out a small cup and poured some in and offered it to him. At first it looked like he wasn't going to cooperate with her.

"Don't you have anything better to do then to take care of strangers?"he asked absolutely grudgingly. "I have no family and I just graduated from the nursing program"she told him and watched as he downed it. She actually expected him to make a face but he did it without flinching.

"My name is Emily Lancaster. I own this house."she said. "Hmph. A woman shouldn't be in a house all by herself renting it out to strangers. Just isnt right" he informed her in the most tactless tone. The color rose in her face as she stared at him. "I work at a resturant down the street and renting rooms is how I make money. As I told you my family is dead. I am not some common street walker!'she said indignently, the color rising in her face. For a moment he was quiet, digesting the disgusting smelling syrup.

"...My name is Walter Kovacs"

(This is just the beginning. As I said before I am diving into the complexness of Walter Kovacs. Now him and Rorshach are two diffrent animals all togather. Rorshach is the true face and Walter is the mask. I am clearly a big fan of Watchmen and I don't want to screw up the character. I hope you like this and wish to see what happens next. The events will come to the events of Watchmen if you are patient.)