EXPLANATION: Rorschach, post Karnak adventure. Though not 'dead', he is assumed so, and what Jon has done is perhaps almost worse than Death. Rorschach finds himself falling through holes in time, visiting moments of his own past as his present self. Can he change anything? Or is this all how things are meant to be? Very AUish, I guess. Belongs to Allen Moore, not me.
"DO IT!" Walter closes eyes, face in hand... Rorschach opens them, face back on, in the middle of a street. Seems to be New Jersey. What the bloody hell?
Rorschach's Journal, date unknown.
May, 1956?!
Found self in red light district, New Jersey? Whores at work. No rubble. No blood. Veidt lied? Hurm. Started walking, nothing better to do. Billboards. Recognized area, vaguely, something off. Women never change, bare breasts, falling over themselves for a piece of filth. Money, for drugs. Sex for drugs, money just a middle man, sometimes cut out of equation. Scum, all of them. Brush past one, shoulders bumping. Cringe at contact. She demands she 'show me a night'. Refuse, ignoring her. She insists, following. Continue to ignore her.
She hit me. Can't have this. Slur on reputation, musn't let women abuse me.
Dragged her into nearby alley is easy. She thinks she'll get money. Money for more dirt. Rummage through trash, find half empty bottle of Drain-o. Force it to her lips, holding her still. She coughs and splutters. She doesn't see that I'm making her better, cleaning away the filthy words on her tongue, the semen from countless men being purged from her throat. I'm doing her a favor, and even as I hear her last word, "Walter", I feel no guilt. Was Coincidence, surely. Did not see 'Walter's' face. Rorschach is not known here, somehow.
Impact was not until later, pondering that last word, when a newspaper crunches under my feet. May,1956. It clicks. I change direction abruptly. Must see Charton Home. It still stands, looks just as remembered. Take grappling gun, now precious. If Dan exists, is 11 years old. Not Night Owl. Not known... Shoot above window, remember where old room was. Climb...look in on sleeping red haired form.
Climbed down. Surreal. Felt tingling sensation, just like in arctic. Blue Flash. Am now in gray area. Dead?
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