vvdanicavv | Into The Wild (Rorschach; dated to Saturday XXth of Jan)

Frustration wasn't new to Danica, especially not on the island. But since New Year's Eve and Delirium's little stunt on the stairs, she had been feeling particularly murderous. Her resolution - to let noone stand in her fucking way from now on - had come true a tad too literally. Not that she was complaining. A rainbow whore in pain was always a delicious sight to behold; she was just annoyed that she never got to do the shoving herself. So near, yet so far.

Which meant that her itch was most definitely not scratched. That might go some way to explaining why she was out in the woods, gun in hand, stomping through the undergrowth despite her heels. She could walk through anything as long as she had Manolo Blahnik by her proverbial side. A bear, a dinosaur, dog, cat, fucking bunny rabbit, it didn't matter. She'd shoot the first thing moving that caught her eye and pissed her off because she was in that kind of fucking mood. It didn't take much to get on the wrong side of Danica Talos and once you were there, it was nigh impossible to escape.

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Now that his face was back, Rorschach became alive at night. He went into the woods climbed the trees so that he could jump down and hunt small game. He'd proven successful with his home-made weapons and hauled back his prizes to his hut.

Tonight, he had three dinosaur claws - the claws he removed the night his gun was stolen- held tightly between the knuckles on his right hand. They shined, like the brass knuckles the thugs wore when he took them down in New York.

He prowled in the darkness, finding refuge in the shadows of the trees. Then he heard the commotion, echoing in the woods near him. His ears, like a cat, focused in on the sound and he turned around, sprinting towards the noise.

He saw her in the slight moonlight, a dark-haired woman with a gun.

He leaned against a tree and was silent, more silent than he ever had been, and watched.

Danica's grip on the gun was so tight her palm was beginning to sweat. Every muscle was taut with aggravation as she marched on, switching directions whenever she damn well felt like it until she wasn't sure which one she'd come from. Which was only a problem if she was a fucking pussy or scared of the dark, neither description fitting Danica at all well.

Abruptly, she stopped, back snapping rigid and head swinging over her shoulder to look behind her. Call it a sixth sense, or call it a survival skill that had been well honed over the past five hundred years, but now she was sure something was onto her. She needn't bother cocking the gun since it had been set and primed ever since she'd left the Compound.

Rorschach could tell from her silence that she was aware of him. He knew what he had to do. Mislead. Misdirect. Ambush.

Slowly, moving with intense focus on every muscle, cell and molecule of his body, Rorschach slide down and fingered a rock on the ground. Getting it up into his hand, gripping it tight like a baseball, he cocked back and launched the rock high over Danica's head so that it crashed through the trees behind her.

Pushing loose hair behind her ear to hear better, Danica lifted her other hand, finger itching on the trigger. Predictably, she whipped around at the noise, gun raised and eyes narrowed as she tried to discern anything in the darkness. Human eyes were untrustworthy though, and moonlight had its limits, so she flicked her wrist and caught the small camcorder dangling around it, a faint beep disturbing the silence as she turned it on one-handed. Already set to night-vision, she raised it, thumbed the record button and flicked her eyes from trees to screen.

Danica's belief in her own invincibility hadn't weakened much since losing her immortality and it for that reason that she started moving towards the noise instead of away.

Seizing the moment like a raptor in flight with talons barred, Rorschach leapt into a sprint past the woman who stole his gun. As he passed her, he allowed the three sharp claws from the dinosaur, held tightly between his knuckles, to dig into her left arm. He felt the claws pass over his clothes and into her flesh. He didn't stop, however, but simply ran past her, gouging along the way.

Rorschach disappeared into the darkness, taking refuge behind another dark tree.

The pain didn't hit her until she had swung around and lifted both gun and camcorder. The former was gripped and raised just fine but the latter faltered, flesh pulling awkwardly on her arm, searing heat battling against the adrenaline pumping through her body.

She let out a gasp, cut it off midway and gritted her teeth against the pain, swallowing the rest of the noise. "Shit." She barely had time to look at the damage before survival instinct kicked in and her attention was back on the trees. Something had attacked her and she was sure as hell dinosaurs weren't silent motherfuckers.

She circled slowly, breath quickening. "That the best you can do? I know fucking eight month olds who can do better than that."

Beneath his mask - beneath his face- Rorschach smiled. If she wanted more, he was ready to give it to her. He remained silent, still with the focus of a determined predator. He tightened his grip on the claws and once again, darted out in the woman's direction. This time, passing on her right side, Rorschach gouged her arm with the dinosaur claws and disappeared once more behind a tree. He still wore a smile.

He felt adrenaline again; a feeling Rorschach feared the island had stripped him of.

Danica couldn't keep quiet that time, the stab of fear in her gut and the pain too much for her to keep in. Her scream was filled with anger though and she grabbed her arm, could already feel the blood pouring out. It was a fucking ambush.

Panting, she turned, confused and lost, two things she'd never admit to herself, let alone anyone else. Her mouth was dry from sucking in air.

"Son of a bitch!" The gun shook a little in her hand from the strain of holding it up. Part of her expected her biceps to fall the fuck out of her arms. They burned. Her gaze darted everywhere at once.

Rorschach could tell from the state of the woman's voice that she was in pain. The claws between his knuckles had her blood on them so he stepped out to face her.

Instead of saying anything- words would fail at adequately expressing his victory- Rorschach simply laughed as he stared at the woman.

Laughter, fucking laughter. She had never let King get away with laughing at her, she'd never let anyone, and just because she was the one dripping blood on the goddamn forest floor didn't mean she was about to start making exceptions.

The noise spun her around, finger squeezing the trigger instinctively as soon as she saw a blur, a shot firing into the woods, echoing. It was close but not close enough. She was incensed, out for blood herself; she growled in the back of her throat and brought up the camcorder, using up the last of her adrenaline to keep both gun and camcorder aimed right at him. Her words grated. "Any last words, you fucktard?" If nothing else, his imminent death would make a great home movie to watch on those rainy island days.

The bullets missed. Rorschach planned on running out after her. Tackling the woman to the ground with a severe slicing of the jugular was the goal. But he stopped when he saw the camera. He was caught. Instead of finishing the task and teaching the thief a lesson, Rorschach turned and disappeared into the darkness.

He hoped he hadn't been too clearly caught on tape.

That had always been her fucking problem, liking to taunt, to weaken her prey before the kill. Grimwood had once likened her to a Bond villain because of it; he'd spent the next short while growing back three of his digits for his troubles. Danica hadn't exactly been expecting this particular masked fucker to confess to his sins but she hadn't been planning on letting him get away either. He was there one second and gone the next; just another indication that she needed to shoot first and talk later.

The thumping of her heart was so loud. She closed her eyes and let out a breath, opening them back up quickly, fully expecting another attack. Her feet moved of their own accord, in the opposite direction, and pretty soon she was running, freeing a numb hand and clamping it over the bloodiest of her arms.

Into The Wild (Rorschach; dated to Saturday XXth of Jan)

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