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Tell Me I'm a Bad Man, Kick Me Like a Stray. Tell Me I'm An Angel, Take This To My Grave
Who: Rorschach, L Lawliet, Lexie Grey, and the corpses of Laura Moon and Dean Winchester.
What: Experiment of dissection and mental anguish.
Where: The Graveyard
When: Day 28.
Rating: R at least.
Status: Active, ongoing



Rorschach gripped Lexie's wrist in one gloved hand, silent, his shifting ink-blot mask only slightly more expressive than the rigid face it covered. He had spoken six threatening sentences to the woman on the way to the graveyard, or what he considered sentences. Are disgusting whore. Deserve death. Responsible for others dying. Doctors corrupt. Are terrible person, will always be terrible person. Could have done so much more to help others, but chose not to. He was saving the next sentence, the one under his own will's power, for an audience of two. He knew that there would be another, and that his spare words would need to be heard by both if they had a chance to escape. Not that the masked hero was overly optimistic, even if that were to go absolutely flawlessly. As the cemetery came into sight, it became quickly apparent that everything was going as planned. There were two stylishly gothic stone slabs near the center of the graveyard, where two still and partially decomposed bodies rested peacefully. The only variant to the scene's atmosphere was a slender, white-clad figure standing near the slab of stone that supported Laura Moon's body. He was stroking the shoulder occasionally, or touching the hair, nodding and speaking as if carrying on a conversation.

From L's point of view, Laura was speaking to him. Her open eyes reflected more than moonlight, including recognition and relief. Rabbit. You'll save me, won't you? L was so absorbed in the imagined conversation that he didn't notice Rorschach's approach with Lexie.

Rorschach steered the doctor toward Dean Winchester's body, where a full array of medical and coroner's instruments were within easy reach. All he had to do was touch L's shoulder for the young man to turn and willingly accompany him to an overbearing tombstone. Rorschach knew to choose that one thanks to the taut cords that hung from one of the arms of the stone cross, as well as its orientation facing the quiet bodies and Lexie.

"Run, is trap..." Rorschach said in a forced, tense voice that was, for the moment, his very own to use as he pleased. L continued to murmur softly in Laura's direction, something about Kurt Vonnegut and "so it goes," ignoring the vigilante completely as Rorschach's hands bound him tightly to the tombstone.