First off, I don't own anyone besides my own oc's and I don't want to be sued
This is what would have happened if Sylvia Kovacs had put Walter in an orphanage.
Jon wouldn't have had his accident and the world turned to a path like ours. But the original minutemen still exist.
PLEASE don't kill me, my plot bunny and my muse both decided to rape me with this so please don't kill me, I promise you , It will go to the Rorschach we all know. Just hold out for a while
Journal entry: October 30, 1985
I had another nightmare last night. The man I see has been showing up more and more in my dreams. The black and white of his face is perfectly symmetrical and moves to the emotions behind it. He is there in the snow and ice.
DO IT! He screams, taking the mask of to reveal his face, my face, our face.
DO IT! Again we scream.
The electric blue man raises his hand and it all goes black
"Walter, are you ok"
Walter Kovacs woke up to the sound of his wife's voice. on most days that is all he would wake up to, these dreams happend so many times, they could hardly be called dreams, but plauging worries or something entierly diffrent. Sighing, he ran his hands through his short hair, they started to tremble as he remembered the dream that was so vague it could have been more of a memory than a dream.
DO IT!
The voice echoed in his head
Damn this, why is this happening to Me.
He got out of his bed to run to the bathroom, his bathroom wanst that far down the hall. he felt like he was about to vomit. with the door locked safely behind him, he walked to the sink. in the mirror above the sink, he saw his tired and ragged reflection, he studied it for a moment before his thaughts where interupted.
"Come on, Walter, are you ok. Please come back to bed"
his wife was banging on the door,she couldnt open it, the locks where very strong, they where both crazy about the saftey of their home and not even an elephant could break through that door.
"Hold on, I will be back in a second "
Oh god those people, what was that, that man, he looked just like me.
He looked into the mirror to his pale features. People have said he was ugly. He had strong angular features and freckles that didn't just populate his face but his shoulders and chest as well. He also had flame red hair and blue eyes like dark black ice. Hs wife, Blaire, who was to beautiful for a man like him, said that she loved his features, he realized she was just saying this to make him feel better.
He looked at the door that he knew his wife was still standing behind. she probably wouldnt have moved for anything, he walked over to the door to unlock it. when he did, she rushed into the bathroom to see if he was alright, this had become a nightly experience for them.
"I love you" he whispered more to himself than to her.
Somewhere in New York 1940
"I love you my precious baby Walter, please forgive me for leaving you here"
Sylvia Kovacs knelt down on the steps of an orphanage. the cold wind blew into her face. she tried to keep the bundled up baby warm but it hardly matterd, the wind and some tufts of snow that still came this late in the year all seemed to atract themselves to her and her child. She knew she couldn't keep her son. charlie left, what would he say when he found out he had a child.
im not even sure he is charlie's
Her life was too terrible for a child. even if charlie did come back, would he even stay with her? She looked at her son, he had beautiful blue eyes. just like his daddy. She knew she was doing the right thing.
why do I get cursed with this life, charlie better keep his promise, i dont want to loose him too
"When you are older, remember that I care"
She put a hand written note beside her son. She said one last good bye before she rang the doorbell to the orphanage and ran.
The note read;
This is Walter Kovacs. He was my son, who I loved enough to let go. Please just find him a good family.
Journal entry: October 31, 1985
It is Halloween. I still have to go to teach school never gives us time off.
Tonight Blaire and I will go to a halloween partythrown by our ornthology proffessor.
Dan Dribeurg and his wife Laurie have a nice brownstone about two mikes into queens.
Blaire has a dress made with a new fabric by a Dr. Jon Osterman. It moves so beautifully. It reminds me of the man's mask from my dreams.
"Mr., Kovacs, hey Mr., Kovacs"
"What is it Johnny"
Goddamn it we went over the material three times if you have another question about it I will break your fingers.
He didn't say that of course. He couldn't lose his job but that kid is going nowhere fast. some of these students acted like 5 year olds, actually now that he thought about it they act WORSE than 5 year olds. He gave Johnny a death glare that usually made any of his students give up. But not Johnny. He never gave up.
"Hi"
That kid was stupider than he expected
"Hurm"
He turned back to the figures he was writing on the board; he was eagerly awaiting the time when he would get home to see his wife. life at home does have its advantages and ten years with blaire wasnt the only advantage, hopefully they would have little children to bless their home smetime in the near future. He was so far lost in his mind that he barely heard the bell ring for the end of the school day.
"Walter"
Dan Dribeurg, an unfit history professor in his late thirties, welcomed Walter with open arms. He thought of Walter as a close friend. And they kind of where. they had been teaching at the U for years together.
"Anyways I was telling Adrian here about you. Adrian is one of the men responsible for that dress your wife is wearing."
Dan ushered a handsome, tall, blonde man forward. Walter offered his hand to the man.
Walter waited for the man to speak. Adrian took Walter's hand and started to speak, he spoke with a slight German accent
"hello, I am Adrian veidt; I went to college with Dan. Ive heard a lot about you. Dan seems to think very highly of you."
"Why thank you. I take it you are an inventor"
It was all he could do not to crush the man's fingers in his hand. Adrian was fake, he could tell just by looking at him that he didn't care for anyone. probably the most egotistical man he had ever met. He belonged in the city that he worked for. paid off by the government. Before he could carry on the conversation any further, they where interrupted by Laurie.
"Nice costume Walter, what are you supposed to be"
"Hello Mrs. Dribeurg, im supposed to be a hobo"
And true enough he wore old clothing and carried a sign that said the end is nigh.
she probably thinks it fits, god knows the woman hates me, but she has to put up with me bcause of Dan
"What are you supposed to be?"
He asked her but he knew what it was. She wore a costume identical to the one her mother wore as a crime fighter. She looked whoreish but he was best friends with her husband and she friend with his wife. So he kept his mouth shut.
dont want any uncalled for, uh attention or stress between the two.
"Im supposed to be silk Spectre. What is Blair supposed to be?"
She turned to his wife, leaving Walter alone and the question unanswered. she is probably the most ditzy woman i had ever met, probably the most ADD too, cant she keep a conversation for more than 5 seconds.
Hurm, this place is full of people that havent got an interest in the world of what the others are doing, and i could probably care less, i might just leave early., I should remember to never accept an invite to a party again.
he walked over to his wife, who was telling Laurie about her dress.
"I don't know what I am supposed to be, I think I will just say I am a walking Rorschach test. Ha-ha, what do you see?"
She spun around, showing off the dress and the movements it made. it was very pretty.
"I see a beautiful woman who can't wait to get home and relax,"
Walter pulled her over to the refreshments table. desprate not to pull attention to themselves, no more boring conversation, he couldnt take it anymore.
"I don't want to be here Blaire, can we please go home now"
"Fine honey, we will just say you have a stomach ache or something" she whispered back "plus I kind of don't want to be here anyway."
They said there goodbyes and left
read and review, YAY CHAPTER ONE P.S. blaire is 35 here. :)
oh yeah and who ever finds the teeny tiny refrence to one of jackie earle haleys other movies gets... wait for it... A COOKIE or something else i have in my kitchen