Re: [Hamartia]
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Rorschach began to prepare. The touch came on his left side, thumb clearly resting on the outside of his arm. It was a right hand, which meant the person was standing on his left. He couldn't tell the person's height or gender, but he could adjust a punch for height if necessary. He kept his right hand at the ready, level with his diaphragm, while he bore the weight of his bundle in the crook of his left arm.
He moved slowly, turning only his head to assess the situation. It was just a girl. Though he didn't relax, he mentally dismissed his preparations. Really, he wasn't used to being in a situation where preparing to beat somebody wasn't a good use of time.
At her comment, he grunted. Not quite. Torture for the sake of torture was usually kept hidden. If a man wanted to sin for himself, he kept it private. He locked it away. He'd bury the bones in his backyard and steep the flesh in a stew. But this was public. This was a signal. This man turned his face to God and showed his sins. It made Rorschach's stomach turn.
"Maybe," he grunted. His light blue eyes stayed on her face for a moment before sliding slowly back to the teenage girls. Though the place was a zoo, the girls were still bound, gagged, and blindfolded. They were being preserved. As if leaving them there might help the situation. As if the cops would care if they were left intact. Still, he couldn't make a spectacle. He had to stay quiet. Boring. "One more bad day."