Author's Note: Thanks to MahoneSona for the theme "Fate".


Rorschach's Journal, January 18th 1985

The streets stink with urine and salt. Even 5th Avenue feels the bite of the frost and the ice slick beneath their feet. Worst winter in years. Face keeps freezing to skin as I make way through underworld. People stay inside, committing their crime behind closed doors.

Nothing tonight but the wind that rakes through this city of steel bone. Nothing but the cold, the coming storm, and me.

Stand on top of abandon building and stare down at the naked city, bare to the freeze. A trashcan rolls, a dying animal makes a last call, a taxi races by.

The quiet before the storm.

Something is coming...