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Everybody, Everybody, Everybody Living Now, Everybody, Everybody, Everybody Fucks
Who: Walter, a blond girl, his school principal, and his mother (closed)
What: Walter hates the world because of mother's exploits, and this time decides to do something about it.
Where: A New York public school.
When: Day 25, from 7:00 A.M.-1:00 P.M.
Rating: R (for "Rorschach")
Status: Finished



Rorschach blinked snow out of his eyes, immediately noting that he was missing his mask. His hair was not as dry or bristly as he remembered it, and there was a messenger bag draped over one of his shoulders. This wasn't Vas Captio. This also wasn't his world of dark underground city exploits, this was one he had tried his best to forget. This was childhood. This was hell.

He was about to turn around and head home, but the school bus pulled up, and Rorschach boarded it after a sharp look from the bus driver. A little blond girl, who actually looked a bit like Shannon, smiled at him when he boarded, and a reciprocal one tugged at his lip, but then she followed her own smile with a whispered "Whore-son." And that ruined it. He no longer felt like smiling at the girl who resembled a nine-year-old Shannon. A few minutes later, when they were getting off the bus, the girl smiled at him again as he walked past her. Then she reached out a delicate little hand, and wrote "bastard" on Rorschach's messenger bag with a black marker.

Rorschach tackled her, knocking her to the floor of the schoolbus and punching her in the face with one of his angrily clenched fists. Her nose was bloodied, and she started screaming. Rorschach hated that, the high-pitched, annoying sound of a female screaming, so he locked his hands around her neck and squeezed as tightly as he could. His anger and resentment at being forced back here, placed into the body of a ginger kid with freckles and too much anger, was focused on strangling the little girl who had insulted him so personally.
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A short while later, Rorschach was seated, stewing angrily, outside the principal's office while his mother was dialed. He missed the glass cage. He missed the peril and excitement of being someone he actually liked, someone he wanted to be. A masked avenger who stood for justice and made the world better by picking off the bad guys. When his mother walked in the door, looking like she'd been dragged here against her will and very sleepy from a late night groaning in her bedroom with one of her "friends", Rorschach stared at the floor as she sauntered into the principal's office after glaring at him. He could hear them talking inside, the principal greeting her by her first time in a familiar way, the way she told the man in a joking voice that he had always been a retard, an accident, and how if she'd known better, she would have gotten an abortion. She left the office looking pleased with herself and the punishment Rorschach was about to receive. "You're coming home with me," she announced as she left the principal's office. "Bernie..." she knew the principal by name too, "...says that you are in serious trouble, and I'm going to beat some sense into you, you little bastard."

"Whore," Rorschach said softly, glancing at the word written on his bag, his cheeks burning.

"What did you call me?" his mother asked, challenging him, her eyes angry.

"Whore," he said in a stronger voice. "Whore. Whore. Whore. Whore. Fat whore."

She tightened her lips, striking him harshly on the side of the face and dragging him toward the door by his ear. "Fucking little shit. Little fucker."

"Whore. Whore. Whore!" Rorschach said, a wicked, manic grin lighting up his face. She smacked him again, her temper rising.

"No dinner for you tonight, since you can't seem to appreciate what I do to put food on the table for you, you worthless idiot."

"Whore. Whore. Whore."