Regret Nothing [Active, Open]
Characters: Rorschach, Alphonse Elric
Setting: The Attic
Time: Backlogged. Day 004, Late Morning
Summary: Rorschach comes back to life; is enraged by this. Alphonse discovers him.
Warnings: Hobo vigilante makes terrifying noises when angry.
After the zombies went away, Rorschach died.
He could not recall what he had been doing, only that he was... perhaps protecting someone. That would have been honorable. Or perhaps he was just fighting for survival. Fighting to live another day, to finish his work. So much to do before the end.
In a way, he had felt himself welcoming death. He knew, somewhere, there'd be something stronger than him. Something that would defeat him. Would kill him. He did not run from this, he did not flinch. He was Rorschach, and he would never compromise what he believed in.
But he was not dead. He woke up, in the attic, on his back. His had was to the side of him... there were no marks on him, nothing to show that he had been murdered. Back in the House. He had not tasted oblivion, after all. Had not gone into the shadow. Even death was not an escape route for him.
The house had eliminated every route. It had sealed every door. He was trapped in here, and there was only one thing left that he could do.
From the bottom of his throat, a terrible noise came out, a distorted scream that sounded nothing like a human being's. "HhhhhhrrrhhhhhHHHHRHRRRRAAAAAHHHHHH--!!"
Setting: The Attic
Time: Backlogged. Day 004, Late Morning
Summary: Rorschach comes back to life; is enraged by this. Alphonse discovers him.
Warnings: Hobo vigilante makes terrifying noises when angry.
After the zombies went away, Rorschach died.
He could not recall what he had been doing, only that he was... perhaps protecting someone. That would have been honorable. Or perhaps he was just fighting for survival. Fighting to live another day, to finish his work. So much to do before the end.
In a way, he had felt himself welcoming death. He knew, somewhere, there'd be something stronger than him. Something that would defeat him. Would kill him. He did not run from this, he did not flinch. He was Rorschach, and he would never compromise what he believed in.
But he was not dead. He woke up, in the attic, on his back. His had was to the side of him... there were no marks on him, nothing to show that he had been murdered. Back in the House. He had not tasted oblivion, after all. Had not gone into the shadow. Even death was not an escape route for him.
The house had eliminated every route. It had sealed every door. He was trapped in here, and there was only one thing left that he could do.
From the bottom of his throat, a terrible noise came out, a distorted scream that sounded nothing like a human being's. "HhhhhhrrrhhhhhHHHHRHRRRRAAAAAHHHHHH--!!"