“Rorschach’s journal, just another night in this thing they call a city, filled with its murderers and serial killers, watching the mice on the street below just waiting for the slaughter.” Cold air breeze blowing newspaper pages and trash across the rooftops and streets, as Rorschach stands crouched on the edge of a four story building like a gargoyle. A woman turns onto the street, dressed as though she just came from some upidty party, the type of girl that shouldn’t be walking around a city like this at night alone. Watching her movements as she walks with haste, not paying attention to where she is going, shadows start to move down the block on the otherside of the street. The shadows fan out across the street and catch the womans attention and she makes a quick turn down the alley. The shadows move in quickly with hardly a sound, swarming behind the woman, traping her in the long dark alley. The maze of distress is pitch black and doesn’t warn to its nonexistent exit, she hurries down the alley as her pursuers block the light from the entrance. Watching the prowl from above Rorschach leaps to the adjacent rooftop to gain a better vantage point.
The shadows reach the woman as she begins to scream for help, the yells going unnoticed in this city of uncompassion. Quickly the shadows show what there plan was, and start ripping the womans clothes off and grabbing her limbs. Rorschach dives off the roof onto the fire escape landing on the extending ladder, pummeling down as one of the legs pierces the skull of one of the shadows. Rorschach jumps of the bloodied ladder, which being held two feet off the ground by the dead mans body, as he grabs for his grappling pistol. Aiming at his next target Rorschach pulls the trigger launching the blunt hook face into one of the shadows faces, blood spraying from his face as the hook disfigures what used to be his nose. The other three shadows lunge at Rorschach as he backhans one across the face, sending him face first into the alley wall. The other two flail away with their knives, as Rorschach weaves in and out of their blows waiting for his moment to strike. The chance happens as Rorschach grabs one of the shadows arms, snapping his elbow, taking the knife, and impaling the shadow through his eye, sending blood all over Rorschach’s face. The last shadow stabs at the back of Rorschach, as he spins and dodges, kicking the knife out of the shadows hands. In an uneven brawling match the shadow and Rorschach go at it trading blows, as Rorschach ducks a haymaker the shadow knocks his hat off, Rorschach following up with a devistating blow to the sternum then grabbing the shadow with both hands and snapping his neck.
With a heavy sigh Rorschach turns to retrieve his hat and return it to its proper place on his head. Seeing a lead pipe on the ground Rorschach picks it up and walks towards the shadow that he sent face first into the alley wall. The man just gaining his senses as Rorschach approaches, whimpering through his bloodied mess of a face “Pleease… show m-mercy!” Rorschach standing over this less of a man, that was better off a black cat then a shadow, bluntly says “Sorry, all out of mercy.” Following his statement with three swift blows to the mans head spraying more blood on himself and the wall. Leaving the lead pipe embedded in what is left of the mans head he turns his attention to the now unconcious woman. Picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder as he walks her back down the alley to its entrance. The sweet smell of perfume emanating from the ravaged clothed woman tickling at his nostrils. Walking her limp body down the rest of the block to the corner liqour store, Rorschach has to leave her and be unnoticed since he is aleady wanted by the authorities.
Peering around the edge of the window to the store he sees that a masked man is robbing the store. Thoughts fly through Rorschach’s head, “Does this garbage ever have an end?” Laying the woman down next to the door Rorschach stealthy moves to the opposing side, as he looks into the store once more to see the clerk hand over all the money just to be blown away, his blood and body fragments spraying all over the liqour bottles and ciggerettes behind him. The theif makes a dash for the door only to get a devistating clothesline flipping him head over heels onto his stomach, as the money and his shotgun fall to the ground. Rorschach takes the shotgun and wraps the sling around the theifs neck, then jams it into the door frame hanging the theif. Kicking and grunting wildly as the life drains from him, sirens can be heard in the distance. Rorschach ponders, “…someone must have heard the gun shot.” Making a break down the block, Rorschach leaps onto a fire escape and climbs to the roof, making his way over the ledge just as the cops pull around the corner. “Rorschach’s journal, men try to rape woman, men eat dirt. Man kills innocent, man dangles with the flies. Is that what happens to us? A life of conflict with no time for friends… so that when it’s done, only our enemies leave roses. Violent lives ending violently… We never die in bed. Not allowed. Something in our personalities perhaps? Some animal urge to fight and struggle, making us what we are? Unimportant, We do what we have to do. Others bury their heads between the swollen teats of indulgence and gratification, piglets squirming beneath a sow for shelter… But there is no shelter… and the future is bearing down like an express train. God doesn’t make the world this way. We do.”
