Entry #6

March 24th 1967

I yawned, sitting up and stretching. I looked around, taking in my surroundings.

I was in Rorschach's bed with his dresser right in front of me, his closet door clung to the right corner of the room, and a nightstand sat right next to the side of his bed, supporting a lamp and a clock.

Other than that there was nothing really in his room at all - even clothes.

I yawned again and sleepily looked at the clock. It was 10:49. If I would still be going to school, then I would be extremely late. I laid back down, going back to sleep.

I don't know how much longer it was before I heard, "Get up."

I sighed, sitting up. I rubbed my temple and looked at the clock. It was 10:54. How evil.

"I'm up," I mumbled tiredly. I yawned and groaned a little.

"How can you be so tired?" he asked, incredulously. I shrugged, giving him a small smile.

"Clearly, it takes talent." I smirked and he shook his head.

"More like none at at all."

I hummed. "Well, then you should be tired as well."

"But I'm not, so that says something."

"Not really, and is there a reason you're stooping to my level? Stop fighting with me, I always win."

"Sure." He said with (possibly) an eye roll. He left the room and I stood out of bed, straightening my clothes.

I smiled, trying to brighten up my mood, but that wasn't working so I just faked it, not really caring anymore.

I walked out of the room, my feet patting loudly on the wood floor as I walking down the hall, and into the living room. I plopped down on the couch, closing my eyes.

I heard Rorschach sigh in annoyance. I forced my eyes open. "I'm up..." I said sadly, leaning my head against the armrest. "I have been, for about three minutes." I clarified, smiling proudly, my eyes still open.

"No, wake up. Daniel says you can go back," he said, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. I shot up, suddenly fully awake.

"Really? I can go back?" I cheered. He narrowed his eyes and nodded once. "Yay! I missed him." I frowned quickly, abruptly stopping my actions. "I also hate hiding from them."

He hummed. "I hate you in my home," he joked. I laughed bitterly.

"Well, I'm sorry I was such a bother," I retorted sarcastically.

"You should be."

"I just admitted I was, what more do you want?"

"I don't know, you to leave?"

"That sounds like a great idea, just lead me to the nearest door."

He sighed. "The nearest door would be the one that you open every five seconds to respond, so I think you need to lock that one."

I raised an eyebrow. I feigned hurt and spoke as if appalled, "Are you saying I talk too much?"

"Don't put words in my mouth."

I squinted at him. "Wouldn't dream of it."

He chuckled and pointed to the front door.

"It's a good thing cops don't come around here anymore. I think it's safe if you go on your own, but I need to see Daniel. So, I'll come as well."

I smiled at him. "You don't have to make an excuse. You can just say you don't want me getting hurt."

"You get hurt too easily. It's really annoying."

"Yeah, just go with it."

"Never compromise."

"Never said compromise. Don't put words in my mouth."

"Heh," He grunted. "Wouldn't dream of it," he mocked. I smirked.

"It's a good thing I taught you sarcasm."

"Sure, like it wasn't me teaching you."

"Well, because it wasn't."

"Good thing you learn fast."

"There's a reason teachers love me."

We bickered back and forth while I gathered my stuff Rorschach had got for me over the weeks from Daniel and we left. We were going to Daniel's. We stopped bickering in our playful sarcastic ways when I entered the house to find Daniel just sitting on his couch, he rolled his head back and smiled at me. I gasped and squealed, a flood of pure happiness coming over me. I turned and hit Rorschach in the chest with my soft bag and let go of it, hoping he would carry it and lunged for Daniel. I smothered him in a loving hug and squealed again.

"You have no idea how awful it is to spend a week with him, all he does is disappear and he barely said anything!" I cried. Daniel chuckled.

"You have no idea how annoying it is to hear her voice 24/7, so why would I not try to disappear when I could," Rorschach grumbled dropping my stuff next to me on the couch. He stuck his hand out and Dan sighed.

"How much did she cost?" Daniel asked. Rorschach gave him a number that didn't seem right in my ears, but maybe he was just being nice, or greedy... I wasn't quite sure, but either way I don't like people paying for me.

"I could pay for it," I insisted.

"Really and how is that?" Daniel asked, handing over the money to Rorschach.

I looked around and then sighed, "I have money, and you know grandma taught me where to keep it... so it's safe." Daniel's mouth turned into an 'o' shape and he nodded.

"I understand, though how much do you have?" He wondered, raising his eyebrow a little. Rorschach seemed to tune us out, not really interested in our fiances.

"Three hundred dollars. Alice gave me hers when she left, but I'm not sure how much she had. I think it was around three or four hundred." He nodded, seeming to accept the fact I could get money.

"So how much now?" He asked.

I tilted my head to the side doing the math quickly in my head. "About... seven hundred dollars..." I hummed.

"That's a lot how did she get it?" Daniel asked. I smiled.

"She had a job, me, I was too lazy. The people down the street always needed help with babysitting, yard work, you know that stuff. The stuff I hated doing and refused to do. I just really helped kids get 'A's by tutoring them. They still called me a geek, but I called them idiots. Worked out well, anyway." Daniel smiled.

"I always knew you were a geek," Daniel cooed, hitting my arm, and then ruffling my hair. "It must run in the family."

I shrugged. "No, I'm just smart. You have a bad case of nerd." I nodded and patted his shoulder. He pouted.

"My nerdiness got me a job," he bragged.

I scoffed. "So...?" I couldn't think of any witty insult to throw at him, so I just let it go, while Daniel laughed, knowing he won.

"Speaking of work, guess who's file I have this time," Rorschach muttered.

Daniel's eyes narrowed and he took the file from Rorschach. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at the file. Where had that come from?!

Daniel opened it up. He read the top of it and growled. He let it face me and I face palmed. The paper had my name and then a picture of Alice.

"Are you fucking serious?" I snapped. Daniel sighed.

"That's not even funny. That's just wrong. I hope they know they got the picture wrong."

I shook my head and pointed at the picture. "Rorschach, that's my sister," I informed, looking up at said man. He grunted and took the file back looking at the picture.

"You look the same."

"Well, she was my identical twin," I said smartly. "Though I never saw the resemblance."

Daniel scoffed. "The only real difference between you two was the fact your personalities were screwed up and extremely different."

I narrowed my eyes and looked at Daniel. "Are you calling us screwed up children."

"Well think about how you grew up..."

"Shut up," I muttered. I snatched the file from Rorschach, saying sorry at the same time and skimmed over it. I gasped. "I'm not 169 pounds!" I looked down at myself, appalled. "Where the heck would all of that weight come from anyway!" Daniel snickered then broke into deep chuckles.

"Only you would care enough about your appearance to worry about that." He laughed. I snapped my eyes up at him.

"So would Alice, if they were this off, then yeah, she would be pissed as well. I mean seriously, what the hell?"

"Stop cussing," Rorschach ordered dully. I nodded once and looked back over the file.

"Do I really have hazel eyes? I thought they were green..." I looked over at Daniel and made my eyes wide. "Well?" He leaned away, kind of uncomfortable and nodded.

"They're hazel." I stopped instantly, not caring about how random my actions had been, and shrugged.

"I never knew."

I heard Rorschach sigh as he sat down next to me.

"So now what?" the masked one asked, looking at Daniel. Daniel opened his mouth to speak then closed it.

I looked back and forth at them. "You're not going to turn me in now are you?" I asked, glancing at them both.

"Really?" Daniel asked. Then he looked at Rorschach, "How much money would be get-"

I scoffed and punched Daniel in the gut, "Jerk!" I huffed, then I glared at Rorschach; he snorted and smacked me in the back of the head, making me pout. "Child abuse from an asshole!" I fake cried frowning childishly.

There was an eerie pause for a second, before I heard Rorschach growl a little. I yelped and hopped off the couch as Rorschach lunged at me. "AHH!" I screamed. He was not seriously going to hit me was - nevermind!

I shot off down the hallway, and into the kitchen, "Irene!" I heard Rorschach growl, with adrenaline on my side I flew to the cabinet-like-door and flung it open, flying down the stairs, taking two at a time, and past the now completely finished Archimedes, oohing a little, then snapping out of my childish amazement. I was just about to hop down on the railroad tracks when someone - I don't want to know who! - grabbed my arm and yanked me back. I grunted as I landed on my ass at the feet of an angry Rorschach, he was cracking his knuckles and shaking his head a little.

'I DIDN'T MEANT TO HURT HIS FEELINGS! IT WAS A JOKE!' I thought in a panic.

My heart pounded in my ears, I wonder if he could hear my heartbeat. "Uh.." I looked from side to side, not sure what to say. I felt a familiar panic, and said what I told my Dad when he would try to hit me, "I love you?" A deep growl emitted from Rorschach and I yelped. "I'll take it you don't feel the same way!" I yelled, laughing a little - of course he didn't - as I sprung up and started to run again, Rorschach tried to come back after me but I tipped a chair over and he tripped over it. I used the advantage to run back up the stairs and slam the door behind me. I stopped and locked the door.

I greedily sucked in my breath and jumped when Daniel's voice hit my ears, "That is something you deserved," he said, nonchalantly leaning against the frame of the door; I looked up to glare at him. He put his hands out in front of him. He whispered, "I'm just saying..."

I stood up straight and sighed, "Well then just shut up," I muttered as I brush past him. I smirked when I heard the door handle shake and then a bang on the door. I snorted and called, "Sorry, would you like in? I was trying not to be killed..." I walked up the stairs, looking over my shoulder just to make sure there wasn't some masked guy trying to suddenly coming up the stairs to hurt me. I heard Daniel sighed and before I lost vision of him, he went farther into the kitchen and then was out of my sight.

I trudged up the stairs and filed off to my room, opening and closing the door behind me, making sure to lock it, I hopped on the old mattress and happily breathed in the scent of the room. My window looked over the street, something I wasn't fond of, yet didn't really care for either. It let in unnecessary light that I didn't like, too.

There was and angry mumble of commotion downstairs, but I knew that Rorschach wouldn't hit a girl for name-calling, would he? He was pissed. He just needed to calm down. Maybe we should just stick to 'vertically challenged'.

I chuckled to myself a little, giving myself way too much praise for escaping that. I was musing over my escape and about seeing Rorschach trip over a chair, I giggled at the thought. Well I was giggling until Rorschach threw open my door and marched over to me. My breath caught in my throat as he stood in front of me.

"Uh, h-" I was cut off.

Rorschach grabbed my wrist, yanking me to my feet. He loosened his grip as he began to pull me out of my room and toward the steps. "We aren't going to turn you in," he started, his voice was less gravely, so I think he calmed down a bit. "But you will have to start to wear a... costume... and you will now be under the protection of the Watchmen." This part of what he said held hints of uncertainty and he looked uncomfortable with the idea, or maybe it was because he was touching me. "I don't like idea, but Daniel needs you to stay out of jail. i don't see why. It's not that bad. People there don't exactly pick on fat kids."

"I'm not fat!"

"Heh-heh," he taunted, shaking his head a little.

"Whatever... Protection? By all of you?" I asked puzzled by this. When had they discussed this? In the five minutes of me being up here?

"There's only six of us, and, Silk Specter wants to meet you. Something about another girl being around seems to...excite her. And not everyone's happy about it either, but they can tell the story's fake."

I nodded, still a little confused. "Who's Silk Specter?"

"The only other girl," he mumbled. "Plus, other's said in payment, you have to also work for the team - whenever they need a partner." I felt my eyes widen.

"I'm terrible at fighting."

"Not terrible, you just don't know how, and I have to teach you," he muttered, obviously not happy about that.

"Sorry," I whispered as he yanked me down the stairs and into the living room.

"Don't mention it."

Daniel smiled at me. "I'll help, promise. You can use some of the things I make, and I'll show you how to make them. It won't be that bad."

I frowned. "It has always been worse than expected when you say that," I deadpanned.

Daniel shrugged. "Who's faults that?"

"Yours." I snapped.

Daniel sighed, "It's always my fault."

I glared at him then looked at Rorschach. "What would I do anyway?"

He shrugged. "Depends on who you get. Daniel and I work on the gangs. I'm not sure what everyone else does."

"Alright..." I said awkwardly. I looked at Rorschach hand that was still gripping my wrist and hummed. He glanced down and let go as if it burned him.

'Men...' I thought mentally rolling my eyes.