Vivamus, Moriendum est (Rorschach x oc)

5. Mine to Keep

Content Warning: In this chapter more of the mature themes will be coming out from now on. Slight trigger warning. Mental health. Mentions of Rorschach's abuse and background. Mild explicitness. Also, I should have written this over the first chapter, but I do not own Watchmen. Nor the characters. I own Mary, the nuns, and Irene and Jared Maddox. The plot so far is mine. Minus Walter's background. Which I obviously took some creative liberties to. Lastly, I will let ya'll know what chapter will start getting into the comic's plot. But we've got a while to go. We're getting there.

Walter's P.O.V.

Mary's figure slowly disappeared down the hall. I had turned back to look at her just in time before Sister Jane herded her away as if she were some kind of cattle. Making Sister Jane a shepherd.

Frozen in the hallway I watched her walk off. Until she had turned the corner and disappeared.

"Mr. Kovacs!" A stern barking rang out from behind me.

Slowly I turned back to her, regarding her with a dull expression. Once more I followed after the little party we had going.

"Lord, you two." I heard the headmistress mutter under her breath.

We reached her office, she stepped up to the door unlocking it. Having to give the door a good shove for it to fully open. She held it open for us and allowed us to file past her.

The headmistress took her seat in her overstuffed armchair before gesturing for me to sit as well. I ignored her offer and remained standing. The officers remained standing as well. I noticed as I took them in that only one of them was actually an officer. The shorter of the two was clearly a detective. Dressed in a full three pieced gray suit. The only indication of him being a cop, the badge hanging around his neck on the same material they put dog tags on. The other was in fact an officer. Dressed in full patrol gear.

Reading their badges also told me they were not from around here. Their badges reading NYPD.

"Two are New York Cops?" I asked gruffly.

The patrol officer nodded. It was the detective who spoke.

"Yes, New York City cops. I am Detective McWilliams, and this is officer Patton."

"Something happened." I stated blankly.

Officer Patton shuffled his feet, his eyes darting around the room. Must be new. Detective McWilliams nodded.

"Yes, something did happen."

I waited for him to elaborate. Hoping he'd pick up on my silence as a signal that he should continue speaking.

"Hm, well I'm very sorry to tell you this Walter. Your mother was murdered by her pimp last night."

The headmistress gasped rather obnoxiously. Detective McWilliams cleared his throat and continued.

"He was George Paterson and he uh forced 'Drano' cleaning fluid down her throat. She was raped and tossed in a back alleyway."

"Detective, are you quite done with this inappropriate language?" The headmistress scolded.

"Yes, ma'am that's it." He confirmed.

"We're both terribly sorry." Officer Patton offered meekly.

"Good." was the only comment I had.

A tense silence fell over the room. Officer Patton kept shuffling in a nervous manner.

"Is that all Officers?" The headmistress prompted.

"Well, only he's an officer I'm-" a harsh look caused Detective McWilliams to cut out his rambling, "Actually you know it doesn't matter. That was all."