A/N: I'M BACK! I'm sorry that it took me so long, but here is another chapter for the people who actually want to read this. I seriously feel bad for updating lastly in 2012, but I'm back for 2013, even if the chapter updates will be slow, there will still be updates! I swear!

Also, seeing as this is chapter three, I want reviews, people, I feel bad and all for just now updating after, about, four months, but you know what? Things happen and you guys should be glad I care enough to even finish this story. I refuse to give it away. Anyway, sorry for my ranting about pointless matters, but ENJOY THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE! (There will be more at the bottom, promise!)

Chapter 3

Rorschach's POV

I glanced to my left and saw the girl with navy hair standing there, her skate board tucked under her arm, she still had a smile on her face. "I never got my 'You're welcome'!" The girl sang, "So I decided to stalk you until you said it." She stated in a chipper voice.

"You're welcome," Venom dripped from my voice, "Go away. Don't talk to people like you." I stated coldly, the girl's green eyes widened and then narrowed, her smile turning into a frown.

"Just because you're homeless don't give you a right to be a mean old grump, and here I was going to ask if you wanted to stay at my house." She pivoted on her foot and crossed her arms over her chest. Huffing like a little child. "But I refuse to house, jerks!"

She stood there instead of leaving my alone like I wanted her to. Ugh, what is with it and girls being so annoying? This wasn't helping the rage burning in my stomach as a matter of fact I felt like punching her perfect heart shaped face into a bloody pulp. But, she had done nothing wrong and I refuse to fight unless there was a good cause.

"Do what you want, recommend you put more clothes on, boys 'round corner checking you out." I stated, casting a glance at the group of boys pointing and rubbing their hands together greedily as they stared at the girl near me, maybe I could let my rage out on them? I shook my head and leaned it against the wall. Oh how I missed my hat.

The girls head snapped my way and she looked me up and down. "How do I know you're not the one checking me out?" She asked, giving me a cold stare, I smirked, not that she could see that, but I was amused by the question. She was too naïve to catch the hint.

"Look around and answer question yourself," I replied gruffly as we got surrounded by a group of men. "Always at the wrong place at the wrong time," I muttered, pushing myself off the wall and standing up. At least I got to take my rage out on something.

The girl moved closer to me, the pack of men created a semicircle around us and I sighed, bored by the whole thing. The girl looked innocent while standing next to me, about two or three inches littler than me, her small form and pale skin contrasting greatly from the red brick behind her and my brown coat beside her. The only thing I was happy about was the fact that I wasn't the smallest person here. All the men were at least 6 feet.

One man on the right spoke up. "Hey baby, you want to ditch the homeless loser and come with us for the time of your life?"

The girl smiled sweetly, setting her board down at her feet. "No thank you, I don't hang with low-lives such as you, go find a regular whore and make due with her." The girl's voice dripped acid, her sweet face was a total façade; a perfect mask that had been created over the years. I stared at her from the side of my vision in envy at how easily she could control her emotions. The man's face turned cherry red, he took a half step forward, his face twisted in rage.

"You little runt, you dare say something like that to me!" The man, cried. I was still bored, but I let the girl have her fun, I would only help if she needed it. The man walked up to the girl and tried to grab her arm but she broke his wrist and kicked him in the gut, sending him flying into two other of his friends. She was trained or just was really strong, I'm guessing the latter.

"You are bad at being a gentleman, you know?" She said the question was directed at me even though she wasn't facing me. Getting ready for the guys friends to attack, I fixed my gloves and grunted in reply. I had no interest in this; if she wasn't here I could be done by now with scum like this. I think I might take over if she takes too long or if it turns out that her kick was just luck being on her side and that she can't really fight.

A guy charged at me and I easily dodged his attack. Bringing my leg up, I kneed him in the gut as he ran by. His eyes bulged out as the wind was knocked out of him; I saw the opening and grabbed the man by his hair. I made sure to have a firm grip, before I slammed his head into the red brick behind me, I heard the familiar crack of a skull and let go of him. His body hung in the air a bit before the legs collapsed and the man fell backward, dead, on the ground.

The girl next to me looked stunned, as well as the group of men, but the men's shock quickly turned to rage. The girl only let a faint smirk on her face as she turned back to the group of angry men, though she seemed stiff and frozen.

"You killed him! You bastard you killed him!" One man yelled, running at me, crowbar in hand.

I shoved the stunned girl out of the way of him and while he swung down to hit me, I used my forearm to block him and grabbed his wrist. The man looked scared, I didn't care. I broke the man's wrist and ripped the crowbar out of his grasp. The man fell to his knees as his un-broken hand clutching his broken wrist. I used the crowbar and brought it down atop his head, the man fell to the ground, next to the other dead guy, not dead, just knocked out.

I sighed, "Pathetic, met cats worse." Yes I was talking about Adrian's 'cat'. The girl seemed to have found her voice.

"How did you…" She couldn't complete her sentence; she stared at the two bodies at my feet.

"Practice," She nodded than looked at the group of men in front of them, they looked furious, murderous glints in their eyes.

The man who looked like the leader spoke, "You killed two of our wolves, I will tell Alpha and when I do," He laughed, "and when I do you will be a walking dead man." The man growled, he looked at everyone in his group and howled. The rest of the men howled as well then ran off, disappearing behind the corner.

"Alpha… never heard of it." I muttered, than sighed and looked at the blue haired girl next to me; she seemed to be in deep thought. She glanced at me and shrugged. "Tell me, place and date."

The girl leaned back against the wall and stuck her hand out, avoiding my question. "We never met properly, so before I tell you anything, I at least have to know who you are. Name's Blossom, and you are?"

I hesitated before deciding to just tell her my name, what did it matter anyway? Just a name… "Rorschach," The girl's eyes widened then narrowed and she stared at me as if I was lying, she held her gaze, hand dropping back to her side. Fed up with the accusing stare I growled, "What?"

She shook her head and pushed herself off the wall, started to walk out of the alley. "Follow me, I have a person who I would like you to meet, he… seems to know you." She glanced back behind her, making sure I was following; which I was. Hey, if someone knows me then I think I may know this place, it has to be New York. It has to be.

"Never answered question, date and place," I growled, the girl looked over her shoulder.

"Not here, no one should know that you're actually alive. You changed the lives of millions, Rorschach. I can't tell you anything more until we get to the safe house, but if you don't listen and follow, you will be caught, killed, and then tested on." Blossom's voice was a sweet and kind tone but her aura was dark and a hint of respect for her grew in me, I had never met a girl who could smile so genuinely but say the cruelest things, only ones who were cruel and who were sweet, never an in between. It was… interesting. That was something I envied with smooth talkers they could always brainwash the people they talked to into believing what they said.

My hands clenched in my pockets at the thought of Adrian, oh how I wanted to kill that smooth talking, rich, blond, bastard. I didn't notice it but Blossom had walked back over to me with her board in hand. She waved her hand in front of my face but I barely noticed it, she tried snapping her fingers in my ear but I barely noticed that, too. I was too busy thinking on how I could have changed what I did so that I wouldn't have been 'killed' by Dr. Man- no Jon. Dr. Manhattan was a killing machine; Jon was the person really there inside of the blue cast. Jon must have been trying to force his way back into his new body-

I felt something poke my cheek and I instantly had whatever it was pinned under me with my fist ready to crush its skull. I stopped when I realized that Blossom was the one who poked me. I was glad that the mask was here to hide the faint blush of being so close to her face.

Shock came over her before she broke out into a smile. "Wow! That was awesome! You sooo have to teach me to do that!" Her voice held the feeling of shock and bewilderment while her eyes danced as if she was staring at god. I hopped off of her and she popped up. "Ah, no, I creeped you out," She bowed like the Asians did when I helped aid near the end of the war when I came to collect the Comedian so we could fly back with Nite Owl on Archie back to America.

I tilted my head in confusion, why was she bowing? She didn't look Asian, was she just adopted into an Asian family? Hurm, that's annoying… "I want answers!" I growled and the girl looked up, staying bowed, a smile grazed her lips.

"You are in St. Louis in 2000, I guess every hobo needs a calendar…" She had a mischievous glint in her eye that reminded me she was a woman, a breed of whore that all woman were. I stared at her with a blank face. She stood her full height.

2000? So he did send me to the future… I glanced at Blossom who stood patiently near the wall on the other side of the alley. The sun was almost finished setting and if you looked to my right you would see it big and bright in the sky. "Where you taking me?" I asked, suspicious.

Her face solidified, all softness gone. "To the base of the older Watchmen, we need to get there quick, though, before the patrol comes out for the night." Blossom said as she again began to lead me to the so called base.

We got there just as the sun let out its last rays and the patrol just started coming out. Blossom was sneaky and good on her feet, something I hadn't expected because of her personality.

"We're here," She whispered loud enough for me to hear, I nodded in response and she crept near a hidden door, removing some of the moss that cover the handle to open the door. She took a peek around before her eyes landed back on me and she nodded.

I nodded back, ensuring that I, too, saw no one. "Clear." I said, just in case she didn't see my head nod.

She opened the door that made a tiny squeak of protest and slipped in her hand popping back out to motion me forward. Once both of us were in she quietly closed the door as a familiar, yet scolding voice was heard from somewhere in the base. "Blossom, is that you?! Your mother and I have been worried sick- oh… my…"

I looked toward the voice and met his eyes, giving him a nod and a look over. "Daniel."

A/N: Haha, cliffhanger! I know it isn't fair, but, hey, it's my story.

Anyway did you know that Apple is coming out with a cheaper and crappier version on the IPhone 5? Well, I read about it today and I was laughing in my seat because instead of paying about $700 for an IPhone made from durable, good, and sturdy materials, Apple is going to come out and make a crappier version that is made from plastic and other crappy substances, meaning that this phone will cost about $200, instead. Yeah, I thought that since Watchmen has a lot to do with the world, I should tell you that, and inform you also that dressing up tamed monkeys will make them go crazy because it kills their mental health. Yeah, you should know that, too. DON'T ABUSE ANIMALS OR DRESS THEM UP IN "CUTE" THINGS!

So, how did I do? Did I do a good job with Rorschach's feelings? I think I did, I also believe that he just can't talk correctly, but can think in perfect grammar, so don't comment on that. Oh, and I'm giving you a Question of the Chapter:

What is the difference between living and existing?

Answer me in the comment section below~ and make sure to add this to your favorites as well as follow so that you can keep up with Sent Away. ^_^ See ya!