Arrival (for Vanessa Bell)

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Still smelling the burnt flesh of the officer, Rorschach hurried around the apartment in a panic. As he ran, every item and every detail of the rooms around him entered his mind as he looked for a way out. Anything to escape

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Vanessa was wholly unsuspecting of anything. She hadn't heard glass shatter, she hadn't seen anyone through any of the windows when she walked into her gallery. She only intended to clean the a few stains on the wooden floor.

"Oh!" She had not expected to see one of the windows shattered, and shards of glass all over the table and floor.

"Oh, bugger," she said, putting her hands on her sides. She assumed it was an accident, perhaps young children playing with a ball, or a branch, or something, and looked around for possible causes.

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A voice. There was a female voice that entered the room. Rorschach remained as still as he could. Any movement would cause the large table cover to ripple in the slightest breeze.

Rorschach actively listened in stillness, like a feral cat, waiting for a sign. Anything to tell him what to do next.

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Nessa had no suspicion of what actually was the cause of the shattered glass and carefully treaded to a fallen easel and the unfinished painting there under.

She lifted the easel and then carefully the painting, as little shards fell to floor.

She'd have to get a broom.

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Rorschach blinked. His head felt light, airy. He wasn't sure where he was or what had happened. The air. It smelled different. That's how he knew he wasn't in New York anymore. It no longer smelled of scum. Of perversion. Of an on-coming war. He leaned his ear carefully to the shuffle of action outside the world under the table cover.

The sound of the shards hitting the hard floor came pleasantly through Rorschach's mask. It sounded like destruction. It sounded like an opportunity. He heard the woman outside occupying herself with other things in the room and decided to make use of the given circumstances.

With a deep breath, Rorschach reached his hand, bloodied from breaking through the window, out from under the cloth cover, aiming for a shard of glass. He wanted a weapon. Just in case.