- Halloween is for Masks -'Halloween is for Masks'"My shoe's untied!""Tommy's hitting me with his sword!""Hey, that's my candy bar!""My cape keeps falling off!"Three pirates, a princess, two cowboys, a cat, a couple of ballerinas, a vampire and what was either a dog or a spider were gathered in a loose knot around Rorschach, who stared from one to the next with arms raised cautiously out of their reach while they grabbed at him for attention.It had all seemed so simple just minutes ago - a small group of children, giddy with the late hour and the sense of adventure afforded by their costumes, had nearly stumbled out in front of a car. He reached them just in time, nearly getting hit himself before facing off with the careless motorist. The driver had been poised to deliver a stream of verbal abuse until he'd taken a good look at the shifting inkblot face and clenched fists before him, at which point he thought better of it.After the vehicle slunk away, Rorschach considered his job done. He'
Sentry11:37Male in front of chemist's shop at Regent and Beak.One male one female, on foot at West entrance of New Hyde Park.Emergency, assault at Spurgeon Street; three male subjects, armed, beating a male and female; notify nearest patrol unit.11:38Robbery in progress, residence 3368 Langton Gate; two subjects seen; notify nearest patrol unit.Two females on foot near Southwark Bridge, South.One male, green bicycle, Prince Albert Road near St. George statue.11:39Finch's back ached where he sat before the array of security monitors. The dull throbbing had begun over an hour ago, and still he sat. His eyes burned from the glare of the screens in the surrounding darkness and his tongue was beginning to stick to the roof of his mouth from thirst, but his vigil remained unbroken.The Eye and Ear of Norsefire had been severed for some little time now, but that didn't mean the information stopped flowing. Quite the contrary; in the Shadow Gallery everythin
FableThe first time, Evey awoke to complete blackness and the foreboding sense of someone else in the room with her. She froze, straining to hear past the thundering of her pulse, but the silence was absolute.There had always been at least some light in the Shadow Gallery, somewhere - V always took care to ensure she would never be lost in the dark. But now there wasn't a flicker of illumination to be seen. The darkness thickened around her with each passing second, swallowing every sound and threatening to suffocate her.A faint sigh broke the silence. V, her mind said, and the uncontrollable shuddering that threatened her small frame subsided. She clambered hopefully to a sitting position on the bed.V? What's happened?But instead of approaching her, he retreated. She could feel it in the expansion of the silence around her. Her fear, alleviated somewhat by V's presence, returned with a
TessellationShe stays in the Gallery. She knows she could leave; he wouldn't stop her. She could return to the world above, heal, perhaps live for a time, and die there. She doesn't fear this inevitability, but she does recognize the uselessness of it. There is nothing for her in that world. There hasn't been for some time. Here, she has herself someone previously unknown whom she can nurture and discover in this in-between place. There is nothing to fear here; she's been shown that. This place will be whatever she makes of it.And so she stays.*He wakes, rises, goes through the motions of his morning ablutions and is halfway to the dressing area before he remembers - she is free. He doesn't have to do this anymore.His hand flies to the wall to steady himself and he nearly weeps for joy.*She barely ever sees him. The Gallery is silent except for her footsteps as she wand