Unsuspecting

The rain splattered from the dark sky of New York City, drenching Alex and the rest of the attendees of the Comedian's funeral. Alex didn't like crying in public, so she was satisfied that the mascara-stained tears blended in with the rain and washed away the black streaks. She could feel Adrian looking at her, but she refused to look up at him, not like this.

Accussations

"Whore. Screwing Veidt." Rorschach commented snidely. Alex felt her cheeks become pink, "Shut up, Rorschach! Why does everyone always assume me and Adrian are fucking?"

Accidental

"Hi, how can I help you?" the hostess of the restaurant asked Alex, who attempted to make herself look specifically pretty on that really rainy Friday night. "I'm supposed to meet with Adrian Veidt. . ." Alex bit her lip, cut off when the hostess straightened up and said quickly, "Oh, I'm sorry! Right this way, Mrs. Veidt." The hostess led her to the table, Alex almost laughed at the waitress, but caught herself. That man owned New York City and everyone in it. Mrs. Veidt? Yeah, right.

Infuriation

Alex was sopping wet when she reached her apartment door in her high-rise; she stopped at her apartment door when she saw a paper tacked to it: EVICTION NOTICE. She slammed her fist on the door.

Betrayal

Alex felt the tears threatening to spill as her mind recieved the realization. Utter shock and hate filled her. She was heartbroken, and she felt dirty for even kissing him. He killed millions; children, normal citizens, the Comedian, Moloch. She glared at Adrian and shouted, "You killed millions, and you never even had the balls to fess up!"

Liar

"Um, uh, who - who the hell was that?" Alex asked in shock, after seeing the assassin shoot up some of the important men and Adrian's assisstant. Adrian examined the bleeding cut on her forehead, ignoring her question. "Adrian, I'm talking to you." Alex asked again gently, as his eyes roamed the harsh cut. Adrian sighed, "I don't know. Rorschach is right, there is someone after the Watchmen. Those bullets were meant for me." She blinked at him, "Um...thanks for not letting me get shot."

Rent

"I would say make yourself at home, but since you're used to your wealthy and expensive shit, I don't really see how you could," Alex said nonchalantly, walking into the apartment and flicking on the light. Adrian looked around. Alex's apartment in the high-rise was only windows, which was the only attractive aspect of it. The king-sized bed's sheets were messy, the TV in the corner was on stacked-up newspapers. The thing that caught his eye was the picture of the Watchmen on her nightstand, the six of them smiling back in 1970, as if they had nothing to worry about.