Vivamus, Moriendum est (Rorschach x oc)

22. If you leave me now, Part 2

Walter's P.O.V.

The alarms across the hotel blared in my ears, making my head swim and my ears ring. A few frantic patrons pushed passed me, though none gave a second glance. Nor did they seem to care that I was the only person heading in the wrong direction, traversing farther and farther into the hotel. No one cared that I was going up while they were all going down.

Arriving at room 519, I promptly pounded on the door. It took a moment to open, I worried that maybe they couldn't hear my pounding due to the screeching alarms outside. Just as I was preparing to bust the door down it opened.

A tall and lanky boy a bit older than me with a mane of curly hair answered. He looked me up and down quick before frowning.

"Oi, you don't have no ice!" He exclaimed in an odd accent (English, perhaps?) before beginning to the slam the door in my face. Before he could I stuck my foot in between the door and the door frame.

"Listen, you wanker, you want access to this room come back with some ice!" The boy grunted while pushing on the door.

I pressed my palm against the door and began working against him.

"Bloody hell, Rog will you get over here and help me!" He called to someone else in the room.

Using this against him I put all my weight against the door, he pushed back harder, so I relented. As he seemed to believe he had won, I then slammed the door back on him.

"Ow! You're quite irritating you know!" He called around the door. The strength on the other side appeared to have doubled. His friend must have finally joined him.

They pushed on the door in synch together. I winced as an uncomfortable amount of pressure mounted on my foot. I pulled back. The door slammed shut once more as I heard sighs of relief on the other end.

Gritting my teeth, I backed up to the other end of the hallway. I steeled myself for the impact this would make and charged forward. I drove all my weight into hitting the door. The door shuddered in its frame and the wood splintered, though it didn't open.

Once more I gave myself room and charged the door again, kicking it this time. There had been a satisfying crunch and the whole thing fell forward into the room.

There came a small grunt, a shorter blonde boy also a bit older than me being caught under the door.

"Blimey! What the devil is wrong with you? Off with you, we didn't ask for no bloody room service." The curly haired boy fumed.

"Actually, I could use some right about now." The blonde groaned under the door.

"Not now, Rog." The curly haired one scolded.

Having found what or rather who I had come for, I ignored them as they began to bicker amongst themselves.

A small figure could be seen hunched over the bed wearing tattered clothes and long caramel hair tangled in one giant knot. The figure rocked in the fetal position on the bed holding its head in its hands. The figure to me was unmistakable, even in such an altered state.

"Mary." I called out gruffly.

The rocking paused as she slowly removed her head from her hands. When she turned to face me, I nearly recoiled in shock. Her eyes were bloodshot, wide and unfocused. But her nose was twice the size as usual and seemed to take up most of her face, which appeared discolored. A nasty mixture of yellow, purple, and green. Dried blood caked her face and her front. Someone would be punished today.

I turned back to the English boys.

"What did you do to her?" I growled.

The blonde had only just pulled himself out from under the door. He appeared frightened cowering at the front of the room. The curly haired one appeared unbothered, if not a little irritated as if some big plans were being interrupted.