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The air tasted foul that night, chill forced its way though my jacket invading my senses. My face was partially frozen to my skin, it didn't matter, and adjustment would mean more discomfort. People screamed for help in the dark alleyways, the capillaries of the city retched with muggings rape and terror. Saving them all was a laughable dream. A young woman's shrill cries echoed out from just below me, shattering my silent musings.
I had taken a drink too many that night, it made just the right difference. Three story drops weren't difficult for me on a sober night but tonight was different, my inebriation was my enemy as I descended gracefully off of jutting ledges only to fall fifteen feet to the ground like some kind of endangered bird. My legs gave out and I lay sprawled across the floor like a fool.
Slowly I made my way back to my feet, the rapist gawked at my anti-climatic entrance so I gave them something to listen to "Hurm….You should let her go." My words slurred out of my mouth, ruining their intimidating effect. I wasn't listening to what the ugly one said, it didn't matter anyways. He stepped forward brandishing a knife, brimming with self confidence, what a joke…
I let his bladed lunge connect with my shoulder, to humor him. I was shocked to see him frozen, eyes wide open, he seemed shocked that I wasn't invincible, just human. Maybe he expected his knife to bend in half or snap in contact with my skin, you could never be sure. "Hurm… I'm flattered."
Blood gushed out of my wound as I forcibly removed the knife and tossed it to the floor with a metallic clack. Under my face my mouth smiled.
My arm swung out as I backhanded him, my fist snapped and cracked things in his mouth, I could almost feel the blood gushing from where the teeth on the right side of his face used to reside. The rapist stumbled back across the slick dampened floor to the brick wall behind him. Rage was melded with my actions as I violently grasped the back of his head, his messy black hair shook as I pulled him closer. "I've got little sympathy for trash like you." That was the last he heard of me as I bashed his face into the moldy brick wall.
On the first hit he begged for his life, his nose was bleeding profusely and was bent at a ridiculous angle, the second hit he was incomprehensible, it was probably because of the fact that his jaw was sticking out of his face and was hanging down along with a mess of ripped skin muscle and tears, the third hit I could tell he had shut down and only blood and wet squelches emitted from what was previously his face. His death angered me, I had screwed up, it was too quick, he didn't suffer nearly enough for how many people he had violated so I continued. Fourth hit, skull cracked and blood and juices of sorts were sprayed all over my face coat and hat. Fifth hit, chunks of brain fell the floor and adorned the wall along with a piece of his left eyeball. Six, It was getting progressively harder to discern what this wet sack of meat used to be. Seven, decided the wall had been corrupted enough so I crammed my hands inside the dainty little crack that had formed leading to the inside of his skull. Pulled outwards causing his head to split in half front to back, my personal science experiment…messy. I examined the jagged handmade cross section of what was left in his head. I sighed, there was too much skin and hair in my way to see clearly so I picked up his knife and started to carve out the excess. Interest started to wane as I found the inside of his head was the same as anyone else's, no telltale marks to show he was a criminal. Carved my signature into his chest, daintily placed the knife in his skull to keep it propped open for the authorities to stare at… they would have an interesting work of art to look at.
Stood up and brushed off the little chunks of the man's flesh off my coat, lifted my face and exposed my skin to the night air, it was a nice. My meditation was interrupted by the slightest sound of breathing. I looked in horror as I saw the woman that was being raped huddled by a dumpster, looking right at me. Pulled my face back on and we stood in silence.
I fumed silently wondering what I should do, she had seen under my face. Walked to her and she started whimpering, and managed to talk. "Don't kill me, Rorschach." She cracked the sentence out through tears of fear as she slowly lost consciousness.
Couldn't leave her, she knew my other identity. Could kill her, but then what would I be? It wouldn't appear strange, Rorschach strikes again! Kills man and woman in alley! Nobody would do as much as bat an eye at the headline. Maybe it was the alcohol in my system, maybe it was a burst of the ever so rare flares of compassion that occasionally leaked through my persona, don't know. One way or another I stood in the alley holding her unconscious bleeding body in my arms. Got her personal effects off of my human art piece, Stephanie Kertz, twenty-one, organ donor, a few dollars and a picture of her with a guy, his face burned out with what I assume to be a lighter or cigarette. The last thing was a little folded piece of paper, in the shape of a Rorschach test, I didn't know what to think of it.
Strolled around with her in my arms, where was I going to take her? Had no real home, after a few minutes of aimless walking; Dan's apartment was looming in front of me. Was locked so I kicked the door down, it wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last time Dan's door faced mutilation by foot. I laid her down on the bed and looked her over. Pretty face with darkish brown long hair it seemed more straightish but still a little wavy. Clothes were in tatters and she was cut all over by that pocket knife the rapist had. Probably could've been completely naked and her body would've been more concealed than by her shredded apparel. Used to be a low cut tight shirt from what I could tell, it was green too, it was wet with alley water and blood, stuck to her skin, her fairly large breasts rose up through the ripped cloth their pinkish tips exposed to the air of the outside world. Her panties were dark grey with purple stripes, kinda shiny, were barely hanging onto her waist, I liked them... for the color, I'm not a perv. Tight shorts, ripped open, assumed it would be "easier access" for the rapist, caught him before he started really violating her, arrived just on time.
I perused Dan's living area looking for the entrance to his little "Owl lair", now Dan's a great guy but naming things? Owl lair? I shudder every time I think of what his kids names might be. Found the button in a little secret slot in his dresser and the wall opened up. Carried her down and laid her on the couch that Dan set up for me for the times I had to sleep in a building. Needed to patch the girl up, I went to the medical cabinet and grabbed an assortment of things. Patching up other people usually isn't something I'd do, it was strange.
Took the bloodied clothes off of her and set them down on the floor, I kept the panties…I liked the material too…I'm not a perv. She would have some pretty serious scars from all the slicing and stabbing that the rapist did, the guy avoided her face, bust and crotch mostly, he probably wanted to keep his favorite parts pretty…sick fuck. After I finished cleaning her wounds I wrapped up the more serious injuries with gauze, that stuff was awkward to put on her, probably didn't do it right but I tried. Put band aids on the rest of her little injuries.
I needed to find something to cover her with, wasn't particularly cold but they always did it in movies, Dan's bed sheet would suffice. After covering her, food was at the top of my list, rummaged through his cabinets and got a can of tomato soup. Too lazy to open or warm it properly I stabbed it with a kitchen knife and drank it from the side, perfect.