Vivamus, Moriendum est (Rorschach x oc)

23. Couldn't get it right

Mary's P.O.V.

"That was just like supper and a show."

"Blimey, Rog there's no food and it was more like a train wreck."

He left. He left. He walked out the door! Just right out the door! I couldn't believe it. After everything we'd been through. He just left.

Still, he came back for me. Why would he come back for me? Just last night I believed everything was over and he didn't care. Yet, here he was. Sure, he said he wouldn't stay with me. He said he wouldn't even come inside the Maddox penthouse with me. But he also said he didn't want to see me, that our time together was over.

Maybe I should go after him? What was I thinking? Who cares what he says? I should have just taken my chances and tried to convince him to stay with me back at the Maddox residence. Imagine how wonderful! Everything could go back to the way it was. I could return home to Irene with Walter, and we could live as we once did.

Silently, I cursed myself for how I had left things with him. But I decided to resolve that later. Right now, things still could be fixed. He couldn't have gotten far, I just needed to go after him.

Without further thought I broke into a run heading straight for the door.

"I'll say Rog we gotta thank whatever bloke set off the fire alarm. They did us a real favor-"

"Ollie-"

"It's brilliant really. All that commotion down there. All we need to do is pack everything up and slip out the door. Everyone would be none the wiser for it. A free stay in a hotel."

"Ollie-"

"Bloody hell Rog what? Why do you always have to ruin a nice thing?"

"She's left, Ol."

"What do you mean she's left? Ah there she goes straight out the door. Bollocks."

"Well, then don't just stand there! Go after her!"

Bursting through the door I emerged into the hallway, frantically looking side to side as if crossing one of the busy New York streets below. All I saw were extensions of plain hallway, rust colored carpet and beige walls. There had to be staircases at either end. Which way would Walter have gone?

As I paused trying to decide I felt arms clasp around my waist.

"No!" I kicked and thrashed at the arms, my defense mechanism.

"Water!" I screeched making fists and pounding at the arms around me.

"Blimey, woman please stop!" An accented voice called from behind me.

The air now reeked of cheap cologne and cigarettes.

I stopped my thrashing for a moment having got an idea. I drove the heel of my foot into the foot of my attacker. When he cried out in surprise, I threw my elbow back and aimed for what I hoped to be his face.

I stumbled as he released me but tore off down the hallway, nonetheless.

"Water!" I cried, deciding to go in the direction opposite from which my attacker came.

"You let her get away!"

"She bloody hit me! What was I supposed to do?"

"Hit her back!"

"She's a lady!"

"Bloody hell, Roger! A lady you let beat you! Come on we haven't got time for this!"

"Water! Pleathe! I'll ger woth you!" I called out.