This is a rewrite of my story "Rorschach's Redemption" as you can see I kept the title just added the words 'rewrite' to state the obvious. Once I'm done with this re-write the original will most likely be taken down seeing that most likely this version will turn out MUCH better. It's the same story just better writing skill. This is an AU story in which the movie Watchmen never happens at all.
Include the characters; Walter Kovacs/Rorschach and an OC (Elaine Le'Fonte) as the main characters and Laurie Jupiter/ Silk Spectre II and Daniel Dreiberg/Nite Owl II as minor characters as well as two other OCs that can be called as side characters. It does NOT include; Edward Blake/Comedian nor Jon Osterman/Doctor Manhattan nor Adrian Veidt/Ozymandias and all the other people so don't ask about them. Ages: Rorschach- 45; Dan- 40; Laurie- 35; Elaine- 35
Key: Normal speaking; thinking and emphasis; Rorschach's Journal entries; Change in place.
Summary: Rorschach finds himself saving a woman who was about to get raped. It was supposed to be a one-time meeting but it soon evolved into something much more, an investigation that would lead Rorschach to wonder who this woman really is. Her name is Elaine Le'Fonte and she will prove to be more than just an ordinary woman to both New York and Rorschach, but will her past get her first? Rated for language and adult themes.
Rorschach's Journal, June 11th 1985;
Walking through the disgusting city that is New York, an alleyway sounded loudly; too much noise to be a mangy cat rummaging for food. In it I found a woman about to be raped, just more proof that this city is sex fueled and unforgiving.
"No! Let go of me!" The woman screamed at the masked man holding her against the wall.
The man may have been masked but his smirk was noticeable. "No I don't think I will girlie. You see, the boss just wants me to bring you in, but I think I'll give ya a little somethin' somethin' before I do."
She groaned in disgust, what a pig. "Let me go! And then you can run off to your boss and tell him he can just suck dick!"
A laugh came out from the man's covered face. "Feisty little bitch aren't ya?" His hands trailed down to the edge of her knee-length skirt. "It's no wonder the boss wanted you all to his-self." His hand then slipped under and up.
"No!" She screamed, flailing her arms around trying to get a hit whilst also kicking and thrashing to regain her freedom.
His laughter proved to be killer as his face neared hers. "Now… Just let me unzip my pants 'ere and then we could truly have ourselves a night."
Disgusting pig. She thought angrily. She was beginning to see no way out. She was about to get raped and then kidnapped and then God knows what else will happen to her. This is what she gets for working late again and for having to run an errand just two blocks from where she works. She didn't need to use her car; she had made the exact same errand, dropping off some mail in the mailbox, countless times and now this. Just her damn luck. Just then the man holding her to the wall was pulled off from her (belt buckle unlatched and his pants beginning to sag to the floor) and then be thrown into the side of a Dumpster. She collapsed to the ground, old newspapers and debris making a mess of her nice work (and white) skirt but she didn't care, the wave of relief that washed over her was just plain lovely.
"Now what do you think you're doing?" Rorschach asked the man in his flat, emotionless voice as he was slowly approaching him.
The man placed a hand on the top of the dumpster and pushed himself up from the floor, his other hand holding his pants up. "Well wouldn't you like to know?"
"I would." The anti-hero answered as he took the man's arm and threw the man to the other side of the alleyway. The man got up quickly, (forgetting about his pants) and ran towards Rorschach, only to trip and fall due to his pants being around his knees. "Nice shorts." Rorschach commented on the pink boxers with red hearts that was reveled to anyone present in the alleyway. The woman smiled and covered the grin with a hand, now was not the appropriate time to show such an emotion.
Rorschach looked around; looking for a weapon or anything he could improvise with, and found a discarded crowbar by his feet. He picked it up just as the man stood, discarding his pants all together before he continued with his initial attack. The anti-hero moved forward and swung the crowbar, hitting the man in the side of his face, a sickening crunch of bone sounded as blood flying from his mouth and nose. The man stumbled in the direction the energy from the collision of the crowbar led him until he stumbled his way to a wall. Rorschach went back up to the man, grabbed the back of his shirt collar and lifted him up just to slam him into the wall again. Rorschach did this repeatedly for a while until another hit to the head with the crowbar ended the conflict.
It was a worthless and stupid attempt of a fight on the man's part anyway. Charging headfirst and with no weapon at an anti-hero ruthless to get the final blow delivered. The crowbar dropped to the ground with a series of clangs before Rorschach made his way towards the woman. "You alright?" He asked as he extended a hand out towards the woman.
The woman blinked and scoffed lightly before looking up at Rorschach, showing not one bit of fear towards him. "Fine as I'll ever be after an experience like that. Thank you." She then placed her hand in his.
He lifted her up to her feet and released her hand. She then commenced brushing dirt off her and fixing her clothing, though her skirt was better off in the trash than trying to salvage it. Rorschach looked at the woman with confusion, though no one could or would ever tell. She shows no fear towards me... He thought as the woman continued fixing herself. But as soon as that thought passed, his thoughts wandered somewhere else. He stated he needed to bring her to his boss. Who could this woman possibly be and why did his boss need her. I'll need to—
"Excuse me?" The woman spoke breaking Rorschach from his thoughts. As he looked at her she continued, talking to him like he was nobody special, like he wasn't Rorschach. "Yes, hello, um… I'm Elaine Le'Fonte. Nice to finally meet you Rorschach." There was a slight French accent behind her voice, and that led Rorschach to stiffen his curiosity and take a better look at this woman.
To his five foot six she came just under him, five three, maybe five four. She had long blonde hair just past shoulder length, heart shaped face, small pointed nose with a slightly visible past injury to it, and amethyst eyes, a unique feature indeed, a rare eye color. Rorschach said nothing, not knowing how to respond to a person other than his friends, like Daniel or Laurel even, actually having the pleasure of meeting him.
She cleared her throat, understanding her mistake at her words though she felt absolutely no need to apologize for them for it is how she felt. "If you're wondering, I don't judge people based on the rumors I hear. I judge them from the actions I see for myself and since you saved me from being raped…" She drifted off, like she didn't even know how to end that sentence, and she didn't.
"Either way." Rorschach intervened. "You're welcome Miss Le'Fonte." He turned around ready to leave and continue his thoughts on the events that occurred in this alleyway.
"Wait." She called out, her hand reaching out faintly. She wanted to repay him somehow, but how do you repay an anti-hero like Rorschach? She already thanked him, and there was surely nothing she could give or offer him that would neither interest him or that he would accept at all. She was truly surprised when the anti-hero did in fact turn around at her outburst of that now accursed single word she was at a total loss, standing there before him like an idiot for being a typical French woman. She laughed once shortly. She was a typical French woman, and typical French women have one thing down pat. She moved quickly, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his cheek gently before recoiling back, fearing if just slightly, to be struck or something. He didn't so much as move. "Thank you again." She said quickly before nearly running out of the alleyway in embarrassment.
Daniel's house:
"Alright Laurie. I will be there I promise. Of course I won't be late." Daniel Dreiberg hung up the phone and proceeded towards his living room. He and Laurel Jupiter, or Laurie if you so prefer, have been together for the past 2 years and tonight the two had a reservation for a dinner and a show at Radio City Music Hall at 8 o'clock and lately Dan has always been due to his acts of heroics. This time he has Rorschach doing his calls. Sure he could have asked someone else but was one of the few people who truly trusted Rorschach and he couldn't abandon his tasks for the night. I should treat him to something later. Daniel reached for his coat and keys and opened his front door only to see Rorschach walking up the steps.
"Great timing Daniel" Rorschach said as he welcomed himself into Dan's home.
Great, now I'm going to be late. Dan thought as he closed the door and placed his coat and keys on the desk. "What is it Rorschach?"
"I'm just staying in your house until I actually get a call." Answered Rorschach from the kitchen. "I'm going to eat your beans. Hope you don't mind."
"I don't. Don't worry."
"Hurmph..." Rorschach sounded before the sounds of a can opening came from the kitchen. "Go on your date. You're going to be late."
"Nice rhyme." Daniel commented as he grabbed his coat and keys once again. "Thank you Rorschach. I owe you big time man." He opened the door and exited his house, closing the door behind him.
"Yeah, yeah." Rorschach didn't care for rewards of any kinds. That kiss that the Le'Fonte woman gave was the only reward he practically had no choice to accept. It had come out of nowhere, without a trace, and just as quickly as it happened the woman stormed off down the streets. He raised the bottom part of his mask to reveal his nose and mouth, just enough to eat. He had never been kissed on the cheek before, not even by his own mother.
His mother. The cause of his becoming. Though he would never blame her, this was the woman who had brought him into this unforgiving world, but he still feels hate towards her. 'I should have gotten that abortion!' She told him once. But did he receive a big blow from that statement? No. He was numb and by that age he had learned how to ignore her, how to ignore his surroundings in his own home. What he couldn't ignore was the taunting and painful words of those who bullied him as a child. He showed them a lesson of course; he's Rorschach now wasn't he? But over the course of the years the lessons became more violent as some would call it, others called it murderous. But did he care? No.
Then inexplicably his thoughts traveled to that woman in the alleyway and he wondered if perhaps she would care. Would she, a woman who showed to fear to him, worry about the fact that he can be violent and murderous at times? Would a woman such as herself who didn't seem to care at all that he was Rorschach really worry about what he does at all? And what about her own story? That man who was trying to rape and kidnap her, take her to his boss, what could she had gotten into, or what could this boss figure want with her, a woman without fear towards Rorschach.
An actual sigh escaped from his mouth. He hasn't taken one bite out of his meal yet. All these thoughts, these questions were preventing him from performing normally, which might, in the end, kill him if he doesn't refocus and soon. Might as well eat. And with that his spoon dipped into the can.
Chapter one of the rewrite is done so please review! If you read the original before, please tell me how it compares and if this is your first time just tell me what you think. Thanks.