Authors note: Yes this is a watchmen fanfiction, I couldn't help myself...I loved the novel and I loved the movie...and is case you were wondering this is a Rorschach (Walter Kovacs)XOC fic...anyways
Enjoy!
This city…
This city is vile…
Where scum breed and thrive…
Where the corrupt go unpunished and the few decent humans left in this putrid world suffer…
…No more…
No longer will the vile cretins go unpunished…
No longer will their crimes be ignored…
They will know fear…
And it will be at my hands…
The city streets were grey and dismal as they always were and the usual unwelcome shadows of the coming evening paraded across the buildings and concrete; the air was thick with smog and pollution from the thousands of automobiles that drove down the cracked, pothole filled streets day in and day out.
No one seemed to care anymore… not everyday people, not lawyers or politicians; it seemed as though they'd rather see the city rot and drown in its own filth.
A city commuter bus rumbled down one of the cities many narrow side streets, spewing thick black exhaust into the already poisoned air.
Like most of the other patrons on the city owned vehicle a young woman sat on one of the grimy, hard plastic seats, eyes focused blankly at her lap, listening to the sickly hum of the vehicle. The bus slowly screeched to a halt and she heard the doors slide open with a squeaky groan; her stop. The woman stood form her seat and gripped the cool metal pole that stood next to her to steady herself before moving forwards, pushing past the other commuters on their ways home from their dead end jobs.
Stumbling slightly down the buses worn steps she regained her composure quickly once on the cracked concrete sidewalk. Brushing a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear she loosely gripped her metal walking cane and began to walk, the metal rod grazing the grimy concrete lightly as it was moved side to side. She counted her steps as she did every day on her solemn trips to and from the bus stop five blocks from her drab apartment complex.
She could hear the bustle of city life, it was a city that never slept and she doubted it ever would, not these days especially…she heard the yelling of an angry couple most likely from an apartment not to far off, the barking of a stray dog, sirens, car horns, fragments of sentences…just another evening.
She felt the walking cane hit the lip of the curb to the first narrow ally way on her way home, the count same as always and she continued to walk.
She reached the second and third ally ways without much change from her daily routine, catching a few uneventful, unimportant fragmented sentences by a few passerby's, nothing un usual or out of the ordinary, she just simply went about her business and ignored it.
Pausing for a moment when she heard a metal clang as her cane hit an object she quickly resumed walking when she recognized the sound as discarded beer or soda can. She reached the forth ally, only one more until she was home, she heard some shuffling ahead of her but ignored it stepping onto the curb of the fourth block. Continuing to walk forward the shuffling became more prominent and she heard the sound of multiple footsteps, still she ignored it, until the butt of her cane hit something; almost immediately she could tell it was human.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." she said simply retracting her cane and stepping slightly to the left attempting to go around the human obstacle only to collide with another. "Excuse me…" she said becoming slightly apprehensive at the sudden presence.
"Excuse me." the second figure drawled, the voice was dark, smug.
"I sorry sir, I didn't see you." she responded again her voice smooth, hoping that the man before her would go on his way and she would soon be in the comfort of her home.
"A pretty little thing such as yourself shouldn't be wandering the streets all alone at night…" a voice came from the right of her, probably the first man she had crossed paths with.
"Thank you sir, I will remember that from now on…" she replied trying to remain calm.
She heard a dark chuckle from behind her and she froze, a third…another now behind her.
"You would be wise to remember that, especially after we get through with you…" the man to her right drawled snidely, it sound though he was smiling, a malicious smile that drew from ear to ear.
"No…please don't." she said barely above a whisper, it was all she could muster as she felt one of the men push her forcefully backwards into the man standing behind her who then grasped her shoulders roughly in his hands. "No! Stop, please!" she cried out again managing to find her voice and shouting out into the darkening metropolis; though it was in vain.
No one heeded her cry for help, bystanders simply went about their ways as if nothing was out of the ordinary as the young woman was dragged kicking and thrashing about into the abyss of the open ally way.
"Please I'll hurry home, I-I won't tell the police, just let me go…" she pleaded with her captors, desperate.
She heard the men laugh cruelly and she knew her pleas fell upon deaf ears, and all signs of hope began to drown beneath her fears. "…Please…" she whispered one last time.
"Sorry toots, but you leave us no choice…" one of the men stated nonchalantly, a lie; she felt one of them grab onto her walking cane roughly before tearing it out of her hand and pushing her further into the ally.
She heard the sound of clanging metal and she knew the men had tossed her cane away…what did it matter anymore…
Another hard shove and she fell to the grimy, wet pavement, scraping the palm of her right hand and bruising her hip, she could fell the dampness of pavement begin to soak the now dirtied fabric of her soft skirt.
A hand suddenly grasped a fistful of her hair, tearing at it, her scalp screamed in agony before her head was thrust down into the rough pavement, bashing her head into the scarred earth and her vision began to swim.
"…I want to die…" she thought for a brief moment, "Just let me die…" she heard the men chuckle again and she closed her eyes.
"This will only hurt a little…" one of them cooed in a vile tone, another lie.
She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut even tighter as she felt the cool and unwelcome presence of a blade grazing over the soft flesh just above the curve of her knee and she felt hot tears begin to stream down her bloody, dirty face.
Then the cool presence of the blade suddenly withdrew and she heard a scuffling facing the mouth of the ally way.
"What the fuck!" she heard on of the men curse and then a sickening crack and then a scream.
More scuffling and she heard a loud thud, a body hitting a dumpster and a strangled cry.
"Holy fuck!" she heard another one of the men cry out in terror followed by two loud stomach churning snaps…then al was quiet, apart from the city life that went about as usual.
Despite the fact that the three men were no longer harassing her, the small young woman lay still on the cold hard pavement, her breath coming in short wavering gasps, tears, dirt and drying blood caking her face; she was to scared to move, to scared to get up.
"Not dead. Get up." a raspy; monotone voice suddenly shattered her world of silence.
Though all she did was whimper and cower more, drawing her knees up to her chest and she heard an annoyed grunt.
"Not going to hurt you, get up!" the voice commanded again.
Thoughts were whirling through her injured head, who was this person? Can I trust him? What happened to the men? Am I dead?
"Get up!" this time threatening.
She whimpered again but complied, rising shakily to her feet, looking lost, confused and above all frightened.
Stranger's POV:
As I gazed at the pitiful sight before me I could help but think of a deer in the headlights of a semi-truck about to be a bloody splatter on the highway. She was another victim of the putrid scum this city was spewing out everyday like fucking rabbits…
She just stood there in shambles…probably to scared of me to move.
"Are you still there…?" her soft wavering voice took me off guard slightly.
"Yes," I replied gruffly and she fell silent once more.
I took a step forward, no sound from the heel of my shoe, she didn't move, another step, still nothing. I kept walking until I stood before her; curiosity had gotten the better of me. I watched as she gazed about her self in confusion, not focusing on anything in particular, seeming to ignore my presence completely, it annoyed me.
"Look at me." I told her roughly and she froze for a moment before bringing her eyes up to face me blankly, almost as if I wasn't there.
I started at her for a moment before raising my right arm up, though she continued to stare at my masked face blankly, not once glancing over to my raised appendage. I began to pivot my arm back and forth slowly in front of her slowly, but still no response, she just continued to stare at me with that lifeless stare, I knew then...
…She was blind…