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Title: Watchmen
Pairings: Colin/Josie, Greg/Josie, Brad/Caroline, Colin/Deb
Chapters: 4/?
Summary: It’s the story set in an alternative 1985, where the world is ticking closer to the brink of nuclear war, and a plot to eliminate a band of ex-crime fighters is instigated, but why? and by whom? It is up to two of those ex-crime fighters to investigate the plot that seems to go beyond the unthinkable.
Author’s Notes: Here is Chapter Four for y’all. Hope you enjoy it :)
It’s just talking and stuff but that can be interesting right? I hope :P
Anyway, comments are love…yadayadayada
I am uploading this now because I missed this Sunday as I was away and I am going away again tomorrow so I thought…hey :P
All Heroes and story plot belong to Alan Moore. The WL Peeps belong to themselves…obviously
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Chapter Four
“….Rorschach?” Greg managed to splutter out, completely bemused. He slowly pushed the door open, raising his eyebrow.
“Helped myself to some beans…” replied the taller man, continuing to scoop from the metallic cylinder, feeding the beans into his mouth as Greg pulled off his jacket. “..Hope you don’t mind.”
“No no..” Greg replied again, still gazing bemused at his old friend. “..of course not…Uh…you want me to heat those up for ya?”
“Fine like this.” Rorschach continued to chomp the beans as the smaller man fell silent. Greg continued to stare in slight shock at the familiar..well…face, sitting at the table, munching beans.
“Uh..so..How have you been keeping?” Greg asked politely, finally breaking the awkward silence with Rorschach, taking off his spectacles to clean off the droplets of rain.
Rorschach suddenly dropped the spoon back into the tin can, placing it down on the table before standing up, yanking his mask back down over the entirety of his face.
“I’m not in prison.” He replied huskily, securing the mask tightly, before adding, “…So far.”
Greg fiddled with the button on his shirt. Rorschach’s presence unnerved him slightly. Why was he here?
“Greg…” Rorschach suddenly interrupted Greg’s thoughts, those deep blots changing formation on Rorschach’s mask. “…Look at this..”
Greg glanced down suddenly as a small yellow badge came skidding across the table. He frowned, slowly picking the circular piece of metal up, recognising the little smiley face on it, wiping at the stain, stuck hard onto the edge.
“This bean juice?”
“Human bean juice.” replied Rorschach, his gravelly voice set and serious as Greg suddenly shot a look at him, slightly disgusted and bemused.
“The badge belonged to the Comedian….Blood too.” Rorschach spoke, his gravelly voice ringing out impassive to what his words meant, before suddenly slipping out. “..He’s dead.”
Greg clenched his jaw, swallowing hard as he gazed down at the little badge in his hand. Glancing back up at Rorschach, all traces of his gentle smile were gone, his face set like stone.
“Let’s talk downstairs..”
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“It could have been a burglary.” Greg reasoned, Rorschach following close behind as they made their way down into pitch black basement. “Maybe the killer didn’t know who the Comedian was.”
Rorschach glanced around as the lights were switched on, the familiar Nite Owl Cave bursting to life. It was large, almost as large as Greg’s house length wise. It was teaming with all of Greg’s gear from when he’d been Nite Owl II. There was the large ship, the costume stuck up, all other various instruments and control panels spread out along the cave. Even a huge tunnel for the ship to make it’s escape.
“..A burglar…kill the Comedian….ridiculous.” Greg sighed as the gravelly voice answered, automatically dismissing Greg’s suggestion.
“I heard he’d been working for the Government since ‘77.” Rorschach turned to face the smaller man, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Knocking all the Marxist Republics in South America….maybe it was a Political killing or something?” Greg tried to reason again, knowing how stubborn the taller man was. They had been fighting partners for years, he knew Rorschach well. Not well enough to know his true identity however.
“Maybe..” Rorschach nodded, turning away from Greg again to slowly tread a track along the metal grate underneath him. “Maybe someone’s picking off costumed heroes.”
“You don’t think that’s a little paranoid?” asked Greg, running his hands awkwardly through his thick curls. Rorschach came to a stop and chuckled, turning his head back slightly towards Greg.
“..Paranoid?...Is that what they’re saying about me now?”
“Look..” Greg started, slowly making his way towards Rorschach, sighing in slight frustration when Rorschach started moving again, turning a corner. “..The Comedian made a lot of enemies..even among friends.”
“Speaking of friends..How’s Clive Anderson?” The taller man turned slightly towards Greg again, who was frowning in agitation at him. “He wrote that book… said some bad things about The Comedian-“
“I don’t like what you’re implying.” Greg spoke louder suddenly, obviously annoyed, frowning deeper at Rorschach. “And I like being followed even less.”
“…Maybe I was keeping eye on ya.” The gravelly voice rang out, the ink blots swapping formation on the mask so quick, Greg had trouble trying to read the expression. “In case someone’s gunning for masks.”
“You were never that sentimental-“
“And attack on one is an attack on all!” Rorschach spat, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets as he turned away from Greg again, making his way down the steps, obviously uncomfortable with their close proximity.
Greg sighed once again, pushing his hands through his hair, gripping at his curls.
“What do you suggest we do about it?” he asked calmly, pausing on the top step. Once again the taller man stopped, turning slightly as he gazed up the steps at Greg.
“Retribution.”
Greg laughed slightly in disbelief, shaking his head.
“The Watchmen are…over,” Greg replied, glancing away from the blots that seemed to stare so intently at him.
“Says tricky Dick-“.
“Says me.” Greg spoke, the smile once again gone from his face as he stared down at the familiar stranger. “Nobody knows who you are..you could give it up man..try and have a normal life-“.
Rorschach grunted, turning away from Greg as he swiped dust off a plastic sheet draped over an old, solid desktop.
“Is this what you have now?” he responded, whipping off the sheet, brushing his gloved fingers over the objects that lie on the desk. “..A Normal life?”.
Greg clenched his jaw in frustration again as Rorschach slowly slid the Night Owl blade into his palm, twisting it and gazing at the shine on the smooth metal as he talked.
“When you walk down the street and the city’s dyin’ of rabies… past the human cockroaches talkin’ about their heroin and child pornography…” he glanced back at Greg. “..You really feel normal?”
Greg clenched his jaw tighter, now looking furious as his fists clenched. Rorschach was so damn stubborn, always thinking he was right.
“At least I’m not still hiding behind a mask.” Greg spat, the frown still firmly in place on his usually kind face. Rorschach threw down the blade, spinning around to face Greg, the blots changing into a rather angry looking formation, causing Greg to be slightly taken aback.
“No…” Rorschach answered, his footsteps echoing across the silent lair as he made his way back towards the steps and Greg. “….You’re hiding in plain sight…..Be seeing you Greg.” The bespectacled man exhaled in slight relief as Rorschach passed the steps, beginning to make his way down the tunnel where Greg’s flying machine had previously been down several years before.
“There a hatch that let’s you out two blocks North-“
“Yeah I remember.” Rorschach cut in, pressing his large fists into his pockets again as he slowly made his way down the track. “I came here often…when we were partners.”
“Those were good times eh Rorschach?” Greg spoke softly, watching as the familiar figure slowly began to descend into the darkness of the tunnel. “What happened?”
“You quit.” The tall figure replied, slowly slipping into the blackness of the tunnel, disappearing from view.
Comments are love :) <3
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Pairings: Colin/Josie, Greg/Josie, Brad/Caroline, Colin/Deb
Chapters: 4/?
Summary: It’s the story set in an alternative 1985, where the world is ticking closer to the brink of nuclear war, and a plot to eliminate a band of ex-crime fighters is instigated, but why? and by whom? It is up to two of those ex-crime fighters to investigate the plot that seems to go beyond the unthinkable.
Author’s Notes: Here is Chapter Four for y’all. Hope you enjoy it :)
It’s just talking and stuff but that can be interesting right? I hope :P
Anyway, comments are love…yadayadayada
I am uploading this now because I missed this Sunday as I was away and I am going away again tomorrow so I thought…hey :P
All Heroes and story plot belong to Alan Moore. The WL Peeps belong to themselves…obviously
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Chapter Four
“….Rorschach?” Greg managed to splutter out, completely bemused. He slowly pushed the door open, raising his eyebrow.
“Helped myself to some beans…” replied the taller man, continuing to scoop from the metallic cylinder, feeding the beans into his mouth as Greg pulled off his jacket. “..Hope you don’t mind.”
“No no..” Greg replied again, still gazing bemused at his old friend. “..of course not…Uh…you want me to heat those up for ya?”
“Fine like this.” Rorschach continued to chomp the beans as the smaller man fell silent. Greg continued to stare in slight shock at the familiar..well…face, sitting at the table, munching beans.
“Uh..so..How have you been keeping?” Greg asked politely, finally breaking the awkward silence with Rorschach, taking off his spectacles to clean off the droplets of rain.
Rorschach suddenly dropped the spoon back into the tin can, placing it down on the table before standing up, yanking his mask back down over the entirety of his face.
“I’m not in prison.” He replied huskily, securing the mask tightly, before adding, “…So far.”
Greg fiddled with the button on his shirt. Rorschach’s presence unnerved him slightly. Why was he here?
“Greg…” Rorschach suddenly interrupted Greg’s thoughts, those deep blots changing formation on Rorschach’s mask. “…Look at this..”
Greg glanced down suddenly as a small yellow badge came skidding across the table. He frowned, slowly picking the circular piece of metal up, recognising the little smiley face on it, wiping at the stain, stuck hard onto the edge.
“This bean juice?”
“Human bean juice.” replied Rorschach, his gravelly voice set and serious as Greg suddenly shot a look at him, slightly disgusted and bemused.
“The badge belonged to the Comedian….Blood too.” Rorschach spoke, his gravelly voice ringing out impassive to what his words meant, before suddenly slipping out. “..He’s dead.”
Greg clenched his jaw, swallowing hard as he gazed down at the little badge in his hand. Glancing back up at Rorschach, all traces of his gentle smile were gone, his face set like stone.
“Let’s talk downstairs..”
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“It could have been a burglary.” Greg reasoned, Rorschach following close behind as they made their way down into pitch black basement. “Maybe the killer didn’t know who the Comedian was.”
Rorschach glanced around as the lights were switched on, the familiar Nite Owl Cave bursting to life. It was large, almost as large as Greg’s house length wise. It was teaming with all of Greg’s gear from when he’d been Nite Owl II. There was the large ship, the costume stuck up, all other various instruments and control panels spread out along the cave. Even a huge tunnel for the ship to make it’s escape.
“..A burglar…kill the Comedian….ridiculous.” Greg sighed as the gravelly voice answered, automatically dismissing Greg’s suggestion.
“I heard he’d been working for the Government since ‘77.” Rorschach turned to face the smaller man, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Knocking all the Marxist Republics in South America….maybe it was a Political killing or something?” Greg tried to reason again, knowing how stubborn the taller man was. They had been fighting partners for years, he knew Rorschach well. Not well enough to know his true identity however.
“Maybe..” Rorschach nodded, turning away from Greg again to slowly tread a track along the metal grate underneath him. “Maybe someone’s picking off costumed heroes.”
“You don’t think that’s a little paranoid?” asked Greg, running his hands awkwardly through his thick curls. Rorschach came to a stop and chuckled, turning his head back slightly towards Greg.
“..Paranoid?...Is that what they’re saying about me now?”
“Look..” Greg started, slowly making his way towards Rorschach, sighing in slight frustration when Rorschach started moving again, turning a corner. “..The Comedian made a lot of enemies..even among friends.”
“Speaking of friends..How’s Clive Anderson?” The taller man turned slightly towards Greg again, who was frowning in agitation at him. “He wrote that book… said some bad things about The Comedian-“
“I don’t like what you’re implying.” Greg spoke louder suddenly, obviously annoyed, frowning deeper at Rorschach. “And I like being followed even less.”
“…Maybe I was keeping eye on ya.” The gravelly voice rang out, the ink blots swapping formation on the mask so quick, Greg had trouble trying to read the expression. “In case someone’s gunning for masks.”
“You were never that sentimental-“
“And attack on one is an attack on all!” Rorschach spat, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets as he turned away from Greg again, making his way down the steps, obviously uncomfortable with their close proximity.
Greg sighed once again, pushing his hands through his hair, gripping at his curls.
“What do you suggest we do about it?” he asked calmly, pausing on the top step. Once again the taller man stopped, turning slightly as he gazed up the steps at Greg.
“Retribution.”
Greg laughed slightly in disbelief, shaking his head.
“The Watchmen are…over,” Greg replied, glancing away from the blots that seemed to stare so intently at him.
“Says tricky Dick-“.
“Says me.” Greg spoke, the smile once again gone from his face as he stared down at the familiar stranger. “Nobody knows who you are..you could give it up man..try and have a normal life-“.
Rorschach grunted, turning away from Greg as he swiped dust off a plastic sheet draped over an old, solid desktop.
“Is this what you have now?” he responded, whipping off the sheet, brushing his gloved fingers over the objects that lie on the desk. “..A Normal life?”.
Greg clenched his jaw in frustration again as Rorschach slowly slid the Night Owl blade into his palm, twisting it and gazing at the shine on the smooth metal as he talked.
“When you walk down the street and the city’s dyin’ of rabies… past the human cockroaches talkin’ about their heroin and child pornography…” he glanced back at Greg. “..You really feel normal?”
Greg clenched his jaw tighter, now looking furious as his fists clenched. Rorschach was so damn stubborn, always thinking he was right.
“At least I’m not still hiding behind a mask.” Greg spat, the frown still firmly in place on his usually kind face. Rorschach threw down the blade, spinning around to face Greg, the blots changing into a rather angry looking formation, causing Greg to be slightly taken aback.
“No…” Rorschach answered, his footsteps echoing across the silent lair as he made his way back towards the steps and Greg. “….You’re hiding in plain sight…..Be seeing you Greg.” The bespectacled man exhaled in slight relief as Rorschach passed the steps, beginning to make his way down the tunnel where Greg’s flying machine had previously been down several years before.
“There a hatch that let’s you out two blocks North-“
“Yeah I remember.” Rorschach cut in, pressing his large fists into his pockets again as he slowly made his way down the track. “I came here often…when we were partners.”
“Those were good times eh Rorschach?” Greg spoke softly, watching as the familiar figure slowly began to descend into the darkness of the tunnel. “What happened?”
“You quit.” The tall figure replied, slowly slipping into the blackness of the tunnel, disappearing from view.
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