Authors note: Once again, I respect those with creative critism. I have kept what you've said to mind and I've tune it up a bit. I should really stop slacking off and really get in motion with this fan fiction before it's too late.


Jamie's eyes snapped open. Well, as open as she could get them. Her body was of course, still sore and undergoing some severe aftermath scabbing. Her body was just itchy as it knit itself together again. She groaned miserably but was only thankful the cramping had stopped in her stomach and she could possibly move under the harsh circumstances.

Every thought was flooding her mind at once. She remembered walking home from the office; she was a newspaper Reporter for the Times. Then she stopped at Joe's for a quick cup of hot cocoa, and just minding her own business while walking the streets of Brooklyn Manhattan. It only took her eyes to blink once, for her to be wrung by the wrists and kicked straight into the pavement. God, it hurt so much. Much worse then it was hurting now.

She touched her face at the thought, brushing her nose with her raw fingers. Yeah, it was broken; totally bent in a different direction. She took a deep breath but the blood rush and flaming pain only pushed her to inhale and exhale from her mouth.

"Damn it." She rolled up onto her back and sat up. She had some blue and black bruising up her shins and knees; she had been shoved to the ground countless times, lucky her knee caps were still intact if not her clothes.

Now, she just needed to navigate where she was; where the hell was she exactly? She shifted in the cot and got to her feet, tilting a bit due to her sudden sea legs. She could remember the masked vigilante and how much anger she held out towards him.

"Oh god…" She felt absolutely sick, like her insides were shriveled up, and her DNA was bending in different directions. Maybe getting up was the last thing she needed to do.

Oh God, Oh God.

She leaned over the cot and threw up her stomach.

- - -

Rorschach sat in the wooden chair, his head tilted forward and the fedora on his lap. The apartment room was vacant, empty of all furniture except for a few chairs and a broken coffee table. The carpet was ripped bare on the left side of the room, the rest of it stained and hideous. He was so damn tired, daytime spewing in through the cracks of the windows and the foul smell of the world still not subsiding. His eyelids fluttered; he hated sleeping. He didn't care if it was healthy, he just didn't have enough hours. He pulled the mask off and put it on his lap as well, the world shifting with his grogginess.

Rorschach's Journal

Removed mask.

No corpses piled in the dumpsters.

Rare.

No rendered babies on a doorstep.

Very rare.

Can't find Bannister yet.

As expected.

The world is on its last breath.

Waiting until it finally exhales all its lies and sins.

Put Annie in a body bag and left her on the FBI'S doorstep.

Left a note.

Just a scratched symbol of mine.

.][.

Dan expected me.

There are very little good friends.

Never had a good friend.

Only Dan.

The Watchmen.

Not expecting much.

Expectations are only for hardworking misfits with no backbone.

There isn't a damn care in the world.

The world has no real savior.

Trying.

Only one person to collect all the waste.

Putting liars, murderer's, rapists and venomous politicians through the meat grinder doesn't only satisfy.

City so vile.

They'll want my help; I'll only walk on them.

Their nothing but asphalt to me.

- - -

Jamie was going to die, if she didn't get out of there fast. She didn't care if all of her muscles were killing her at the moment; she could still walk and breathe and she willing to grasp onto something safe in order for her to have more moments then this one. She was desperate for water and some medication to make the pain go away.

She lived all alone so no one was looking for her. And it seemed on horrible coincidence, she had a day off of work so there wouldn't be any phone calls. She was a total idiot walking home alone at night. Sure, she did it many times before…but she should have expected something like this sooner or later.

Jamie you naïve ditz. Why did you do this to yourself? No, the vigilante left you here to die, blame him. No…he saved you from a couple of punks, She dragged her finger nails over her scalp, feeling a small lump down the trail and on the back of her head, He was still dangerous. Sure he obviously cared enough to save me. But, no one like that should be free to walk the streets. He basically threw me from a quick death to a slow one…

She knew that was a lie. She could have been raped, or just brutally murdered. Or both. The masked man had saved her life and just ran off to save more lives. God, she really shouldn't be thinking so hard or she may as well put herself into a coma. She rubbed the bump dismissively; it honestly wasn't the worse injury she acquired last night.

I could write a story on him. I could write an article on the encounter and see if someone will do something about this. She bit her lip and knew it was a mistake as the cut in her lip split once again, making the pain as fresh as the time she got it. She ignored the pain as best she could, rotating her arms instead to see if she had any fractures running about.

Damn, what was his name? I recognize him from wanted signs all over Manhattan. But, he had a name….ah my head hurts.

She sighed deeply and leaned back to crack her spine a bit, releasing air from the bones. A glimpse of something shiny, and she could see a large round mirror against the wall; sure it was cracked through the middle but still useful. She took one big raspy breath and stood up straight on her feet. Then, she began her horrific attempt at walking towards the mirror, more of a limp then a walk, and was proud at her lack of vomiting. She held herself up against the peeled dry wall.

She rubbed her hand softly against the glass in a spherical motion, removing the padding of dust and grime, only to reveal a horrible face. Her lips were cracked and peeling from the cut. Her brown hair was mangled and matted in some blood, and was infinitely knotted. Her eyes were evidently bashed to a sunken indigo and gray. She sucked in a breath, surprised by this disgusting image. She couldn't even recognize herself. Who was she?

She touched her face, taking in the broken nose and the trail of dried blood from her nostrils to the tip of her chin. Some stray splatters on her tattered shirt. Those bastards really hurt her. She thought it was bad before, but now…oh god now…it was unbelievable. Her eyes began to burn now. She looked as if she were pulled right out of a horror movie. She tried to hold back her tears, but she hiccupped. Something she did when she cried. She could remember the mugger's faces just by a little bit, maybe she could describe them to the FBI and get a drawing. And just maybe… they'll find the masked guy too. But it's been a while and they were never able to catch him before.

We live in such a sick world. She broke down into tears, her body shaking and trembling.

I need to get out of here!

She gathered herself up, took a few calming breaths and limped as quickly as she could to the front door.

- - -

Rorschach's Journal

Rain is flooding the streets, washing out the rats.

Putting out fire.

Pissing off political pedestrians on their way home. Home?

They don't know.

Rain water is cleaning off all the blood.

They don't notice.

Rain is moving all the unwanted sewage and scum.

They don't realize.

Weather is showering its pity.

The sky's just spitting on us.

Polishing off the garbage and bloated bodies.

Either way, the place is going to stay dirty, and yellow like an infectious disease.

No matter how long it rains, and how many of the cities deformities become visible...

Blind.

- - -

Jamie limped further, her entire body aching and her bare feet scraping against rough ground. She was of course between two apartments in a cramped space with a large green dumpster. She was glad her nose wasn't working properly, the filth devouring the place must smell worse then it looks.

She needed to find someone and someone sane soon. She needed medical attention, she was sure of it. She was searching for civilization. The ground beneath her feet was crumbling, and she sensed herself getting perilously close to a meltdown. She was done for, wasn't she? Damn, she was craving a warm bath in some love scented beads right now.

Almost there. I'm almost to the street.

She limped on, holding the wall with her blistered hands. If God were only to send down an angel. She smiled weakly, her feet coming on smooth sidewalk, and her vision narrowing in on cars and people. They were walking down the streets, not even noticing her battered form until someone shrieked and pointed right at her.

"Someone help!" The lady was probably in her mid-forties and she was absolutely petrified of what she was seeing. She ran to Jamie in her high heels and tight dress and helped her up by her arms. Jamie winced and grabbed a hold of the woman's shoulders. Some men stopped walking and ran to her, touching her arms and trying to help her farther out of the alley. The lady brushed her hands through Jamie's hair and tried to sooth her like she was a toddler that slipped and fell.

Thanks for sending down this angel.

- - -

Rorschach was wide awake after five hours of sleep, his latex mask happily on his face again as well as the fedora on his head. He was tunneling through some street lights, ignoring the unwelcome faces and the accusing glares and the shuffling feet. His coat was pulled tight, the collar popped up behind his head. He was well used to the short sleep, immune to drowsiness on the job.

He was headed to the very underbelly of the city, ready to break some bones if that was what it was going to take to get some real answers on Martin Bannister. If on his way he were to run into some animals, he'd put them down. He was making time.

He entered a small club half way down the road, ignoring the flirtatious smiles and wiggling fingers of the women in front of the doors. Some tried to grab his coat, but he just flicked them off like bothersome insects. If they were to really touch him, he may as well stomp on them like extremely bothersome insects. He was trying to find a real threat inside, to see if the irremovable masks on the men near the bar would crack and give off some answers.

Crack them myself.


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