Chapter 3.

Rorschach's Journal, June 13th 1985;

While I was doing my nightly surveillance I noticed the woman from the alleyway leave the café. She was nervous from where I stood from across the street. She got in and drove off in quite a hurry. Looking to my right a see a car with a dent in its hood. Interesting. Something must have happened.

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Rorschach, patrol, June 14th 1985:

The anti-hero walked the streets in the shadows of the buildings and of the people passing by. There were occasionally a few stares but he ignored them. They should be used to it by now. They know he's in the city. 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 wanders the streets looking for the next case or victim others would say. He decided at that moment that he didn't care for what the city or world thought of him. Nor what that Le'Fonte girl thinks either. Damn girl. Her background told him everything about her except for why she was pulled away for one month and was the only survivor of the 7. It puzzled his mind. He was actually considering on going to where the girl 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 shit, this girl! It aggravates him to no end. Also, a psychologist. His worst enemy ever. These people. Thinking they can fix 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:

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 psychologist 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 something because of your drinking father."

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 psychologist 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.

"---and they also did an at home sit down but my mom never attended those."

"Oh… yes." The psychologist cleared her throat. I didn't even write one thing. Sure I knew that already but what was the point of pulling this out? "Just what I suspected." Elaine said as she placed the notebook and pencil away.

"What? What is it?"

"The other psychologist 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 during the asking and when coming in. If also possible for her to stay at your house for the night just in case. You're mother isn't mean 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. Just bring your parents in at anytime you can alright?"

Andrea broke away from the hug and nodded.

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.

"Very sweat." Mike added.

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!" Mike yelled.

"Huh what?"

"You spaced out. Anyway, what do you want me to do with her file?"

"Uh… give it to me." Mike 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, closing:

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 that. Wh-what are you talking about?"

The psychologist groaned. "Rebecca, trouble me one more time and I swear to God, you're fired."

"Oh… okay."

Elaine sighed once again. "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.

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Bakery June 14th 1985:

She once again parked her car. This time the parking lot was a long 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. Even near closing the bakery was still closed. If she gets in line before they close the door, she will be served. She got in just before the clerk closed the door. "Hah. Perfect timing." She then got in line. At least 5 other people were in front. 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. The car was a 1979 model of a Ford Thunderbird, maroon colored.

She got outside carrying the loaf of bread. She got in the car and placed the loaf in the passenger seat. She then tried to start the car but it wouldn't turn on. "Oh come on." She tried over and over again but just gave up. She spotted across the street a phone booth. She got out of the car once again with her purse; she closed and locked the car and proceeded across the street.

The maroon car started up and rushed down the street ramming a red light. Elaine was half way across the street when the car braked suddenly in front of her. "Hey!" She yelled. She then noticed the masked men inside the car. Oh… shit. She quickly turned but the men were faster. They got out and grabbed her from behind. "No! Let me go!" The men struggled but was able to pull her backwards. While she was struggling she dropped her purse on the ground.

Then some guy yelled. "Let her go!" He started running towards them but one of the men pulled out a gun and shot him 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 car sped away.

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Rorschach, June 14th 1985, patrol:

He was walking in front of the television shop by pure luck when the announcement came on.

"We interrupt this broadcasting to report a kidnapping of Elaine Le'Fonte."

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the many televisions.

"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. What luck, 19th street. He then saw it. The Thunderbird rushed down the street, dodging all cars. Rorschach then ran towards a car parked at the red light, the Thunderbird rammed, and opened the driver door. "Get out." The driver quickly obliged, practically falling onto the ground. Rorschach got in, closed the door and slammed on the gas.

Will Rorschach be able to rescue Elaine? Will his luck run out? Will that guy get his car back? Will we find out what was the whole deal with the Secret Lab Organization? Find out next time in, Chapter 4!

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