Watchmen: Aim at the Moon

Chapter 7 ~ This is It

"What's going to happen to my sister?" I asked looking down.

"She'll be put in jail." Laurie spoke up.

I glared at her, "I don't remember asking about your input." I was furious. I grabbed my clothes and went to a changing room.

I must have been upset because I emerged as Robin Hood.

"Erin, you're..." Laurie didn't finish her sentence.

"I know." I grabbed my bow and quiver. Then I grabbed my old mask and walked out the door. I could hear voices behind me call for me. I didn't know where I go.

Somehow my brain told me where. I found myself in the graveyard where we buried Eddie. There stood Rorschach. Am I surprised, no. As much hatred these heroes have for one another, we still had respect.

"Good joke." I could hear his grim voice.

I walked towards him and stood behind him. He was bent on one knee. One arm over his leg.

"Rorschach." I greeted without meeting his gaze.

"Erin." He greeted back.

"It's Robin Hood." I corrected.

"In uniform, what changed your mind?" Rorschach stood up and faced me. His stature intimidating me, but not in a way of fear.

"Attacked, betrayed, stupid moral beliefs." I stared straight into that mask. My eyes didn't even shift in terror.

"Safe place?" Rorschach has his hands in his pockets. He didn't seem to care that much,

"Most likely a bridge." I shrugged. I began walking away.

"Wait. Know of place." He was hesitant in his voice.

"No offense Rorschach, but I'm not living in a dumpster." I stared into his uncaring face. Hands in fists.

"Judgemental." He grunted. He walked passed me, "Come." He didn't offer, he commanded.

I followed like a lost puppy, still with an meaningless expression plastered on my face. We walked down the dark streets. One that was cold and unfeeling. I could barely see the road ahead of me, it was covered with dying lampposts.

"Lovely." I murmured.

"Hurm." Rorschach's uncaring groan echoes through the empty street. He stood in front of a broke ladder. He jolted his head to indicate where I was going. "Fourth window."

I stared at him with disbelief, but climbed the unstable monstrosity. I climbed to the fourth window and opened the window, "Oh my god, you do sleep in other people's homes." I sneered.

"Shhh." He shushed. Rorschach was not far behind, I climbed in the window and stared at how fallen apart the apartment was.

"Could be worse." I sighed. It was a single studio apartment, a board filled with news paper clippings hanging over a single metal bed. The bed's mattress looked about to fall apart. Across from the bed, a desk, with a typewriter. "You live here?" I asked.

"Get comfy. Have work to finish." Rorschach was half way out the window.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" I stared in disbelief. Rorschach closed the window and didn't respond. I threw my hands up in annoyance. I sat on the bed and looked at the newspaper clippings. Each one a case about rape, suicide, and missing people.

I stood up to see my brother's name and the Comedian's. Them along with Dr. Manhattan in Vietnam. I stared in disbelief. All three in one photo with half of the enemy bowing down in respect.

I gently pulled the paper off the board. I walked towards the nearest mirror. I stared at myself then at my brother. I looked down in disgust. I wasn't Robin Hood, I was someone who was living a fantasy. I was living for someone else, not for myself. That's why was hesitant to become Robin Hood again, because I knew deep down inside I wasn't. This wasn't my legacy, this was my brother's. Now he's dead....