Fame
"Alex, you better see this." Laurie stormed into Alex's apartment, which she noticed a lot of people were doing lately. Laurie flopped on Alex's bed and she clasped the newest newspaper in her hands. Alex glowered at her, "What?" Laurie hesitantly handed her the newspaper. There was a picture of Alex and Adrian at dinner the other night, a paparazzi shot. Alex gasped, "Fuck..." when she read the letters above the photograph: Who Is Adrian Veidt's Squeeze?
Revealing
Rorschach sat next to Alex on the side of her bed, eating out of a leftover Chinese food box, the two of them watching TV. His mask was lifted up and she only saw his chin, which revealed a masculine jawline and some stubble. She loved having Rorschach around, even if he didn't say alot and hated women in general. She'd worked for a while to recieve his trust, and it wasn't fun. But she was happy that he trusted her. To Alex's dismay, a Veidt Enterprises commercial popped up on the screen. She grunted, slamming herself on the bed, burying her face in the pillow next to Rorschach. "Veidt's whore." Rorschach mumbled, mid-chew, directing it to her. Alex was silent, then muttered into the pillow, "Shut up."
Changes
The boy Alex met at the club earlier savagely kissed her, too aggressively. She rolled her neck to look to the left of her as the boy kissed her neck, accidentally seeing the old picture on her nightstand. It was her and Adrian four years ago, grinning. Her heart felt like it dropped to her stomach with guilt. She attempted to push the boy off, "Please - please stop." He refused to stop, so Alex yelled, "Get off!" and resorted to her old Watchmen abilities, sending the boy flying off her with a kick to the abdomen. "Whore." He choked in pain, grabbing his coat and leaving the apartment with the slam of the door. Alex felt the tears streaking down her cheeks, realizing the Keene Act was the worst fucking thing in the world.
Affection
Paparazzi snapped endless photos of Adrian, his arms crossed with a smug smile. Alex stood in the massive group outide Studio 54 and watched him absorb his new fame. She was another face in the crowd to everyone, out of her Watchmen attire. Adrian caught her eye, and his smug smile fell. Alex looked at him sadly one last time before pushing her way out of the crowd, out of Adrian's view.
Party
"We were at that dinner party, right?" Laurie almost choked while she was in a fit of giggles, sipping on her coffee. Alex rolled her eyes playfully and smirked, listening to the story from the Watchmen days. "The guy was hitting on you so badly, and Adrian said he'd beat the living shit out of him if he even looked in your direction again! Oh, God. The look on the guy's face was so priceless when he realized the girl he was talking to was dating Ozymandias!" Alex chewed on her lip and looked out the window at the rainy night, "Yeah. Was dating Ozymandias."
Riot
The petite, whiney assistant of Adrian's smugly smirked at her, "Sorry, Miss Nolan. You'll have to make an appointment at a later date with Mr. Veidt if you'd like to see him." Alex scoffed, "He told me I was supposed to come and that it was urgent." She was sick of this girl speaking down and snarling at her. Alex clenched her fists. The Comedian and Adrian didn't teach her to fight for nothing. "I've had it up to here with you speaking down to me and eye-fucking Adrian in front of me, you whore!"
Truths
"Rorschach's journal. Tonight, saw Alex with Veidt walking down street. Saw me, yet does not know my face. Should know better. Veidt ruined her before. Shouldn't trust him again. Gets destructive. Too young to be in affair with someone so powerful. Veidt very protective. Possible love affair? Must invesigate further."
Unbelievable
"The masked vigilante and criminal, known as Rorschach, has been arrested and identified as Walter Kovacs, age 35." The newscaster announced, Alex sitting up in bed and gawking at the TV. Adrian sat up beside her, looking unphased by this news. "Rorschach's been arrested. We have to go help him." Adrian arched an eyebrow at her, "He's a wanted criminal." Alex looked at him in disbelief, "You're not going to help him? I seriously don't know you anymore, Adrian. I really don't."
Breakout
Alex walked quickly to the therapy room in the prison, kicking open the door, admist the chaos of the liberation of the prisoners. A shorter, red-headed, quite muscular man stood there, leaning against the window. His muscular arms were crossed on his wifebeater-clad chest. "Rorschach?" Alex asked in a gasp, never seeing the man without his mask, only on the news recently. He nodded to her in approval, "Alex. Bring Daniel?"
Younger
The cobweb-clad box labeled Watchmen caught Alex's eye as she looked under her dark bed. She dragged it out and set it on her bed, ruffling through it. Her lips instantly came into a smile as she saw some of the photos; Adrian, as Ozymandias, holding Alex in his arms at a Watchmen meeting. The Comedian, holding Alex in a headlock and ruffling her hair; Laurie and Alex at a dinner party, grinning, on either side of Dan. She reached her hand in the box again and felt fabric; she pulled out the black, skimpy one-piece Watchmen costume and ripped fishnets that Laurie's mother had made her. She smiled sadly, remembering how excited and anxious she was the first time she put it on.
Learning
"Attack me. Go!" Adrian snapped at her paternally, gesturing for her to begin. Alex ran at him, round-house kicking him yet missing, a few punches and to end it, another drop-kick that skimmed him. She landed on the floor, her chest huffing up and down, her elbows propping her up. Adrian was strict when it came to teaching her hardcore fighting, and she liked it. She didn't want him to be soft on her; then she wouldn't learn anything. She blew a strand of blond hair out of her eyes, which were wide in questioning at him. He looked down at her, his German accent hinting in his speech, "Up, again. You have a lot to learn."
Addicted
Alex leaned over the toilet, her head throbbing. She'd snorted a few lines, drank too much vodka. She felt like she was going to faint, or vomit. Her apartment was quiet and lonely. Alex just wanted everything the way it was before, back in 1970. When everything was easy.