Rorschach's Journal, June 13th, 1985;
While on my rounds the woman, Le'Fonte, left a café. She looked nervous as I stood across the street. She got in her car—drove off in quite a hurry. Crossing the street I noticed a car with a dent in hood. I pieced it together—slowly. Something else happened tonight and she barely escaped.
-Break-
Rorschach, patrol, June 14th, 1985, 2:05pm:
The anti-hero walked the streets in the shadows of the buildings and of the people passing by. He wasn't as Rorschach though; he walked without his mask, his face, just to blend in more during the day. There were occasionally a few stares but he ignored them. They know something is off about him, even as posing as a civilian. It's like they know exactly who he is and yet don't at the same time. It got even worse when he is Rorschach, his alto ego. There was at some point that Rorschach did in fact wonder why they stared at him and they're scared of him, but the answer was right in front of him. He's Rorschach. Anti-hero that wonders the streets looking for the next case or victim others would say. He had long ago since decided that he didn't care for what the city or world thought of him. Nor what that Le'Fonte girl thinks either.
Her background told him everything about her except for why she was pulled away for one month and was the only survivor of the seven. It puzzled his mind. He was actually considering on going to where the woman works at some point and just ask her but Rorschach doesn't just ask. It has to be something that is of last resort, especially when it comes to this woman or any other women for that manner. It's his goddamn phobia of women. He can admit he has a phobia. It was all because of his mother's beatings. Women to him were all a waste of time. He didn't care when he found out his mother died. Fuck, 'good,' that was what he said.
But this woman! It aggravates him to no end. Also, a psychologist. His worst enemy ever. These people. Thinking theycan heal him. He's not some broken toy that needs hot glue, oh fuck no. Rorschach took a deep breath. If I don't get killed, this will be the death of me.
Le'Fonte's Psychology, Elaine's office, 2:05pm:
A blonde haired girl, 16 years of age, sat in front of Elaine. Fidgeting with her fingers she spoke to Elaine. "It's just… all the psychologists couldn't help me and… I… I just don't know what to do anymore."
"Andrea." Elaine quietly said. "The problem isn't with you. From what you keep telling me, the abuse that your mother gives you is based off the fact that your father is a drunk, to put simply."
Andrea looked up from her hands. "I know that there's some connection between father's drinking and mother's abuse but I just don't see what exactly."
"That's why I'm here Andrea. Now tell me, what did the other psychologists do?" Elaine pulled out a notebook and a pencil.
"Well… they took me in and started talking to me. They showed me a series of Rorschach Tests and…"
To Elaine, the poor girl's voice drifted away. Rorschach Tests… heh. That's pretty funny. There's the Tests and there's a person. I shouldn't laugh though—I'm working with a patient. I should be focused on her not on some form of hero.
"—and they also did an at home sit downs but my mom never attended those."
"Oh… yes." The psychologist cleared her throat. I didn't even write one thing. Sure I knew that fact already, but pulling out this notebook is the only way to draw attention away… "Just what I suspected." Elaine said as she placed the notebook and pencil away.
"What? What is it?"
"The other psychologists were only focused on you Andrea. You are alright besides the after-abuse trauma. The fact is, it's your parents that need these sessions not you. More precisely, your mother needs these sessions but I believe that your father's drinking is the cause of the abuse. You said that he passes out during the day and leaves you and your mother doing all the work correct?"
"Yes. Where are you getting at?"
"Maybe your mother wishes to spend more time with your father or maybe would enjoy your father to actually do his chores. In that case," Elaine stood. "You need to bring in your parents and yourself in one day."
Andrea stood in a bolt. "What? Bring my mother?"
Elaine exhaled. "Yes, I understand the abuse she might give to you when you ask so why don't you ask your friend, the one you told, to come with you when you ask her and when coming in. I'm sure that if anything your friend will give you confidence or might even protect you. If it's also possible for her to stay at your house for the night that might be even more helpful. You're mother isn't mean—she's just abusive. I'm positive that once you bring her in and I have just one talk with her and your father everything will be alright. I can guarantee that."
"Really? But… wouldn't that cost more?"
"Hm…" Elaine tapped her finger on her chin and then smiled. "Andrea I don't usually do this but, there will be no charge for your parents. All they would have to pay in the end is for the sessions."
"Really?" Andrea repeated. "Thank you!" Andrea went up to Elaine and hugged her.
Elaine was a bit shocked but hugged the girl back. "There, there, Andrea. All will be better, trust me. Just bring your parents in at anytime you can alright?" Andrea broke away from the hug and nodded and Elaine nodded in turn. "Just make an appointment by calling Mrs. Baxley."
"Okay. Thank you again." With that Andrea waved goodbye and walked out of the room.
Elaine smiled and walked out of her office and down the hallway to go into the lobby. She arrived just in time to get one last wave from Andrea which Elaine returned.
"Such a sweat girl boss." Rebecca claimed as she hung up the phone with another patient.
"Very sweat." Michael added as he leaned on the door frame of the back room door.
Elaine just nodded. She knew. As a psychologist you get to know people more that they led on to let you belief. But Elaine is a special psychologist. She can know more about a person easily. She must admit that 16 years ago, the time of her one month 'disappearance,' she was afraid of her ability but soon learned to get used to it and put it into her work.
"Boss. Boss!" Michael yelled.
"Huh, what?"
"You spaced out. Anyway, what do you want me to do with her file?"
"Uh… give it to me." Michael handed her the file. "Huh… usually don't space out."
Mike just shrugged and went on his way to the back.
Le'Fonte's Psychology June 14th 1985, 8:04pm:
Elaine looked over at Rebecca who was once again smiling at her. Elaine sighed. "No Rebecca. I'm not going!"
A little bit surprised, Rebecca stumbled over her words. "I-I wasn't going to ask—wh-what are you talking about?"
The psychologist groaned. "Rebecca, trouble me one more time and I swear to God, you're fired."
"You wouldn't fire me. Admit it—you love to have me around!"
Elaine scoffed but smiled nonetheless. She didn't love having her around, but at least she brought some entertainment to the office. "If you keep telling yourself that it might just come true."
Michael chuckled as he locked up the back room. "Nice one! That was spunky!"
Elaine chuckled as Rebecca glared playfully at her male coworker. "Close up for me you guys. I've got to get to the bakery before it closes."
"Alright." Both employees answered as Elaine exited the building. Getting into her car, she quickly took off, praying to God that a repeat of last night wouldn't happen just because she needed to pick up some bread for tomorrow's breakfast.
Bakery June 14th 1985, 8:12pm:
She once again parked her car. This time the parking lot was a long enough parking lot with just enough room for two cars to pass by each other. She got out and this time made sure she has her wallet. She quickly got out and ran towards the bakery's door. As she neared the door the man was turning the sign from 'Open' to 'Close' but allowed her to go stand in the short line, making her their last customer before they cleaned up, packed up and closed up. "Hah. Perfect timing." She commented to herself and as the man walked by she shot him a quiet 'Thank you' which he responded back to with a nod. There were just five other people in front of her and this bakery usually works pretty quickly with getting the orders in and then getting their customers out. Shouldn't take long…
Outside the masked man from yesterday went up to her car. Quietly he popped the hood of the car and pulled out the spark plugs to the car. He then quickly closed the hood and ran off down the block to a car that was waiting. Inside the '79 maroon Thunderbird, the driver watched carefully in the direction of the bakery, sitting and waiting. They would not fail this time…
She got outside carrying the loaf of bread and quickly immersed in the car, placing the loaf in the passenger seat. She then tried to start the car but it wouldn't turn on. "Oh, come on." The car stuttered and complained as she tried over and over again to start up her car. Eventually Elaine gave up and spotted a phone booth across the street. She got out of the car once again with her purse, just in case, and she closed and locked the car before proceeding across the street.
The maroon car started up and rushed down the street, running a red light. Elaine was half way across the street when the car braked suddenly in front of her. "Hey!" She yelled, about to execute pedestrian rage action when she then noticed the masked men inside the car. Oh… shit. She heard the back of her mind curse as she reacted: turning quickly for a getaway but the men were must faster than she was. They practically flew out from the car, the two sole men, and grabbed her from behind before beginning to drag her into the backseat. "No! Let me go!" The men struggled but was able to pull her backwards. Elaine looked in the direction of the bakery to see if the men could see here. They were not in and with a dark realization she guessed that they were in the back room of their shop cleaning up and as she realized that dark reality she dropped her purse on the ground.
Then some random guy yelled. "Let her go!" He started running towards them but one of the men pulled out a gun and shot him, almost point blank, causing the man to fall on the ground. Screams erupted and in the confusion, Elaine was pulled into the car and was tied up. Then a rag was pressed over her mouth and Elaine quickly passed out.
The last thing she noticed was the sounds of two doors closing and the car lurching forward as it sped away.
Rorschach, June 14th 1985, patrol, 8:3opm:
The anti-hero was walking in front of the television shop, getting stared at, being avoided, being ignored and he not by a single ounce caring when by pure luck an announcement came on from the news.
"A kidnapping has happened here before our very eyes here in New York City; a woman was overtaken by two men and dragged into their vehicle. The bravery of one man, who was with three female acquaintances, rushed to save her but was shot dead. It has been revealed that the woman's name is Elaine Le'Fonte." He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the many televisions, some playing the news, some the sports, some the home-cooking network. "She was pulled into a maroon 1979 Ford Thunderbird and was last seen heading west on 19th street."
Rorschach turned and looked at the street sign that stood at the corner of a nearby intersection. What luck, 19th street. He then saw it: the Thunderbird rushing down the street, dodging all cars, speeding like a bat out of hell. Rorschach then ran towards a car parked at the red light and as he approached the car Rorschach notice that the Thunderbird rammed the car on the passenger side, wither on purpose or on accident he didn't care. The anti-hero had to pry the door open on the driver's side since it was slightly bent in. "Get out." He commanded, noticing the way the driver's face changed from relief from being rescued to fear when noticing that it was Rorschach that saved him and then ordered him out. The driver quickly obliged, practically falling onto the ground. Rorschach got in, didn't even bother closing the door and slammed on the gas and going in hot pursuit of the Thunderbird.
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