Watchmen: Aim at the Moon

Chapter 11 ~ Bliss and Arrested

WARNING: This will have a mature writing.

Rorschach was pulling more glass out of my arm, he must have taken his gloves off. I felt the warmth of his hand.

"You like me." I blurted out. I felt a long silence, "Rorschach, you like me. I know you do."

"Delusional..." I cut Rorschach off.

"Letting me stay here, saving my life more than I count, and risking your own... Rorschach, Daniel and I talked the day of Eddie's funeral. We notice the way you look at me. The way you don't judge me for everything I've done." I faced where Rorschach's breath was coming from.

"Had feelings, always have. Know that it's a sin." Rorschach let go of me and I could hear him walking away.

"It's not a sin if you love someone." I tried to stand up but fell to the ground. Rorschach grabbed my arm and gently pulled me to my feet.

"You're, you're too good for the world. The only bit of light it has to offer in this darkness." Was this Rorschach being romantic. I reached my hand to touch his face. I felt his hand grab mine, "You don't want to see me. You don't want to see me without my face."

"I'm blind Rorschach." I sighed. I pushed him off and tried walking my hands out. I immediately fell to the ground and tear gently streamed from my cheeks, "It all doesn't make sense. Why did the Comedian kill my brother? Why did my sister betray me? Why did I have to loose my sight? And why can't you be straight with me?!" I felt Rorschach help me up.

"I am honest...." I cut him off again

"No you're not, you can't even accept the fact that there's something there between us. I may be blind, but I'm not blinded by my moral beliefs!" I was angry and tears streamed more and more down.

"Erin..." Rorschach didn't even finish his broken sentence.

"Whatever you have on that you claim is your face, shows who your priorities are. I wanted to make things right! I can't do that either..." That's when I felt Rorschach grab my hand and put it to his face, but there was no mask.

"Walter..." He said.

"What?" I breathed intensely.

"Walter is my persona when I'm not Rorschach." He explained.

"Your voice..." he cut me off this time.

"I watched you, as the end is nigh." He calmly said.

"You're the guy..." He was the hobo, the one I see everywhere. I traced my fingers around his face.

"Erin, feelings I had... for you. Pushed down. Couldn't distract myself. But you, wanted to protect. Tried to resist..." I cut him off with my fingers on his lips.

"Shh." I gave a weak smile. I leaned forward, and felt my lips onto this man's. They tasted like sugar cubes.

Rorschach didn't push away, he kissed back. I felt a hand weave in my hair. I put my hand on his face.

He pulled away, "This will lead to sin." He breathed out.

"Then let it." I whispered, I stepped closer and Rorschach grabbed my arms to guide me. I followed him. His lips met mine once again. I felt his warm hand gently grab my hospital gown and gently pull it off my body.

His breath became hitched. I looked down in shame. Even though I couldn't see. I felt his fingers under my chin gently pick it up. His lips once again on mine.

All this time, Rorschach with  his cold distant demeanor, was him trying to avoid the one person, who he knew this would lead him down to this temptation.

I sighed in relief as I felt his lips move to my neck. I  started pulling his trench coat off. We fell gently on the bed and that night was pure bliss.

When I awoke, the darkness was still in my view. I did feel a warm arm around me. I moved my hand up the sculpture of a naked man. To feel his whiskered face. I gently cupped it and kissed the cheek. I laid my head on the shoulder, and listened the soothing sound of his breathing.

A few days pass, Rorschach would leave to find the answers he needed but return empty handed. Each night he come home to kiss me. Then it would be bliss. He came home one night, gave me a blindfold. It was of beautiful white silk. He also gave me a walking stick. Some nights Rorschach and I would ride Nottingham together and we go to old abandoned parks late at night. Rorschach would bring my bow and arrows. He would make me shoot targets. My aim was terrible, retraining my brain was like eating with no hands. Not impossible, but frustrating.

I eventually relied on my other senses, I feel the cold air hit where my distance would go. I smell the fresh pine growing behind me. I could hear the wind  pushing against the target. I drew back the string of my bow and fired.

"You hit it." Rorschach said.

I smiled, "Still have it." I was often told of my giant scar across my eyes. How painful it looked. I wore the silk blindfold like it was now apart of me. Still Erin Ferguson, still the Third Robin Hood.

When we got home, Rorschach and I had our final bliss. I will never forget it either.

...
The next night, Rorschach didn't show up home. I switched the television to hear, "Walter Joseph Kovacs. Age 35. Arrested for the Murder of Edgar Jacobi."

I dropped everything.. I stepped back a few paces.

And mouthed the words, "Oh no."