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[June 3] [Watchmen] The rain came tumbling down
Title: The rain came tumbling down
Day/Theme: 3 - the sea is rising…and the world is sand
Series: Watchmen
Character/Pairing: Rorschach
Rating: G
There was an old parable about building a house on the rock. Sometimes Walter would remember the tune to the song they made the children sing. The rains came down and the floods came up, the song went, and that was as good a metaphor for the current times as you could want.
His feet ached from all the walking he had done. He had roamed the streets with his sign all day, stopping maybe twice to get information and once to eat a sandwich from a charity giving handouts by the church. Maybe that was what had put him in mind of the parable in the first place. Once the sun went down, he had suited up and gone out again. It never ended. Like the rain in the song, there was always something happening. Maybe like the rain, it really couldn’t be stopped and the only way out was to rise above it.
He didn’t think anything could rise about what was coming this time, though. Nuclear war could very well be on the way. If that rain fell there would be no rock to stand on. The city around him, as hard and invincible as it seemed, would be blown apart like a sand castle. He remembered seeing the videos of the nuclear tests when he was younger. He remembered approving of the bombings in Japan when he had been a boy. He had considered it a wise decision for the greater good.
Now facing the same threat, he wondered. Would it be for the greater good if this miserable, gray place was destroyed? Wouldn’t it serve as a lesson to others? Maybe the world would be better off without all this. A bomb would do what he hadn’t been able to do; cleanse this place to the bone. If he had to be destroyed with it, that might not be such a terrible thing. Maybe they all deserved it.
Despite his grim musings and his sore feet, he continued his patrol. Whether the world ended or not, right here and now there was work to do. He had been the only rock left standing for years. He didn’t flatter himself that anything would be built on his legacy. He knew what the majority thought of him. He knew better than to expect gratitude. He didn’t need it. He couldn’t stop anymore than the rain could.
Day/Theme: 3 - the sea is rising…and the world is sand
Series: Watchmen
Character/Pairing: Rorschach
Rating: G
There was an old parable about building a house on the rock. Sometimes Walter would remember the tune to the song they made the children sing. The rains came down and the floods came up, the song went, and that was as good a metaphor for the current times as you could want.
His feet ached from all the walking he had done. He had roamed the streets with his sign all day, stopping maybe twice to get information and once to eat a sandwich from a charity giving handouts by the church. Maybe that was what had put him in mind of the parable in the first place. Once the sun went down, he had suited up and gone out again. It never ended. Like the rain in the song, there was always something happening. Maybe like the rain, it really couldn’t be stopped and the only way out was to rise above it.
He didn’t think anything could rise about what was coming this time, though. Nuclear war could very well be on the way. If that rain fell there would be no rock to stand on. The city around him, as hard and invincible as it seemed, would be blown apart like a sand castle. He remembered seeing the videos of the nuclear tests when he was younger. He remembered approving of the bombings in Japan when he had been a boy. He had considered it a wise decision for the greater good.
Now facing the same threat, he wondered. Would it be for the greater good if this miserable, gray place was destroyed? Wouldn’t it serve as a lesson to others? Maybe the world would be better off without all this. A bomb would do what he hadn’t been able to do; cleanse this place to the bone. If he had to be destroyed with it, that might not be such a terrible thing. Maybe they all deserved it.
Despite his grim musings and his sore feet, he continued his patrol. Whether the world ended or not, right here and now there was work to do. He had been the only rock left standing for years. He didn’t flatter himself that anything would be built on his legacy. He knew what the majority thought of him. He knew better than to expect gratitude. He didn’t need it. He couldn’t stop anymore than the rain could.