"You could've gotten away..." She didn't speak, just sat in the rain drenched sewage of the alley. Picked her up again, slung over shoulder. Don't know what she's doing, her feet aren't tied, must've gotten loose, didn't matter. Think I understand, Stockholm syndrome, no, don't really understand, something else was hidden, couldn't discern what. Cant risk her running, nothing to tie her feet with, stupid excuse to carry her, I feel corrupted.
She didn't cry much, no way it was her first, seemed experienced, too good at killing. Starting to wonder who or what she really is, need to investigate, cant figure out how. I've been deceived, made me think she was helpless, let herself get hurt, or did she? Mind is processing too much information. Still don't know what to do once we arrive at apartment, don't plan things. Cant let her go, seen my mask, maybe I could talk to her. What have I come to, negotiation, growing too soft, remember the time when she would've been just another dead girl in an alley, wouldn't have thought twice. Growing soft.
Cant settle on a solid goal, just get to apartment, that's all that matters right now. She almost seems to enjoy me carrying her, seems too docile, should drop her make her carry her own weight. Dumped her on the floor, gritted my teeth, had to keep up intimidation. "You can walk, I can catch you if you run, walk..." She seemed different, look in her eyes, lust...thankfully not for me.
Blood lust, maybe it was her first time, sickened me, was I so different? Rorschach discarded the skin of Walter Kovacs in a bloodstained fiasco. Remember every bit, the grimy house, reeked of decay and other, things. Perversion, the stench of a freak, corrupting and discarding a poor child to the dogs after he had taken his fill of her innocence, the newest chew toy. Dogs, didn't know that much better, didn't care, guilt by association. Cut them up, smashed corpses on owner, show what hell he had wrought, his grapes of wrath spilled out before him, wasn't over. Chained to the furnace, the furnace for incinerating children's remains, he deserved worse. Cleaver, damaged rusty and chipped, cheap steel, made in china, made for hacking up limbs of the unwanted. The unwanted lay before me in the degrading spiral of human emotion, lying, denial, anger, self pity, begging, loathing, the best was last. The last stage was when they hoped to find that human emotion in you, begged you to do what was right, save their soul from eternal damnation, Rorschach beat humane thinking back into the deep recesses it belonged. Legs, break them, cut them off, make him an amputee of ages, arms too. Cut just enough to keep him conscious, delicate as brain surgery. Got too exited, submerged the cleaver into the sensitive ocean of his brain cavity, ripped it out with a sweet sounding squelch. Twitches here and there, chicken with its head cut off. Continued the dissection, my first real science experiment, mental photographs of his inner workings, had to cross reference when the chance presented itself, see what makes sicko's tick. The same feeling was flowing through this girl, Stephanie, it was her first time, she was just a natural...
The new reevaluation almost let me look past her deceivingly slutty appearance, almost saw what drove me all that time ago. Debated why such effort was put into understanding her mental psyche, the makings of another vigilante. First time in my life I appreciated a woman's appearance and mindset all at once, only time would tell if acceptance would follow. Weakness that's what ran through me, a resurgence of the fool named Walter who had been left in the house I had burnt to the ground. His natural male urges and my reevaluation of her as a person was throwing my judgement. Seemed so perfect at the moment before I realized I was staring her down for no other reason. She took a deep breath, "I think I am starting to understand." How dare her, she understood me as a cockroach understands the heel of a shoe, not at all. Anger flowed across, insolent bitch, slapped her across the face, fell to the floor, splashed in the gutter water. "You don't understand a damn thing!" Wanted to kick her ribs in.
She slowly rose back to her feet, silently brushed dirt and grime off her naked body. Look of defeat, of understanding that she didn't understand, it never came. Nothing, a broad grin was painted onto her bruised and now reddening face. She laughed the laugh of someone lost to sanity, cracked, broken in all the wrong ways. "Hit me again Rorschach." No she wanted it now, she wanted the pain, couldn't fuel her lust. She crossed the line, could feel it, a shimmer in her eye signifying revelation. Confusing, body language changed, attempting seduction? Felt anger boiling through at he open act of whorishness, he hand feeling up and down her chest, like she could hope to get a favorable reaction. Open handed, no, my fist threw her to the wall and the floor. Blood seeped out of her mouth as she slowly rose again, smile still prevalent. "What the hell is wrong with you! Do that again, you die!" She brightened again, stepping far too close. Growled through my face, had to scare her off, make her understand. Whore grasped my hand, tried to force them onto her breasts while moving her body against mine. Rage built up as her body was once again thrown to the blackened brick wall, thumb on her windpipe, she gasped, squirmed in my grasp. "Stupid whore!" struggled less, she was sluggish in her movements, death throes, on her last few seconds. Threw her to the floor, unconscious again, promised Daniel. Not sure if I would've gone though with it regardless, she was faking it. Couldn't cope wanted it over, provoked me in the only way she knew was effective, she's easier to carry now.
Took some liberties with the flashback, I know its wrong but... =P