V vs Rorschach

We open in a rainy city at night. On the roof of a building Stands a lone man, wearing an iconic ink blot mask, ever shifting in shape. Rorschach. He lifts his mask slightly and slides a small sugar cube in his mouth, before pulling his mask down and continuing to look out over the city below. Suddenly, from behind, there’s the sound of footsteps, inching closer. A figure steps out of the shadows, wearing his guy fawkes mask. It’s V.

V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and-

Rorschach: spare me the speech, I’m not in the mood for obnoxious theatrics.

V: very well. Why are you here in London? I thought you only operated in the United States.

Rorschach: You know why I’m here. You’ve been very busy as of late, haven’t you? Blowing up the Parliament building, assassinating several government officials. Did you really think nobody was gonna try and stop you?

V: all that I do is done for a good purpose. The system is broken and I intend to tear it down.

Rorschach: of course the system is broken, but do you honestly believe Anarchy, everyone doing as they please with no laws in place to stop it is better?

V: I do

Rorschach: then I’m going to stop you. Right here, right now.

Rorschach pulls out a meat cleaver and rushes forward, but V draws his knives and blocks the strike.

V: you are very welcome to try.

V pushes back against Rorschach, before slicing at him with his knives. With the cleaver in his right hand, Rorschach deflects one knife, and with the other, he grabs V by the wrist and pulls him in for a headbutt.

Rorschach kicks V back, but V steadies himself and throws his knives at Rorschach, who deflects one with the cleaver, but the other stabs into his shoulder. Rorschach rushes forward, attempting to slash at V with his cleaver, but V dodges as the cleaver shatters against the wall of the roof.

V: no more weapons? How about a Vicious bout of fisticuffs?

V lands several quick and precise strikes on Rorschach, who, in turn, lands one slower but stronger blow to V’s gut. The two trade several strikes against each other, before V gets one solid punch at Rorschach’s nose, breaking it. Rorschach falls to his knees, yelling in pain as his mask begins to turn red at the front.

Rorschach feels around for something he can use as a weapon, finding a loose brick in the wall. He spins around a strikes V in the head with it, causing his hat to fall off and dating him. Rorschach rushes in, striking with the brick several more times, overwhelming V.

As V gets backed up against the rusty metal railing, he shoves his finger in the stab wound on Rorschach’s shoulder, causing Rorschach to relent for a moment. V quickly pries a piece of the rusty railing off and brandished it like a club, mercilessly beating Rorschach into the ground.

V: Valiant attempt, I say, very impressive, though all your struggles were in vain.

V lifts the club fir one last strike, but Rorschach coughs through the blood.

Rorschach: You need to learn when to shut the fuck up.

Rorschach charges at V, tackling them both off the side of the building. They plummet towards the street below.

V and Rorschach plummet towards the ground, bouncing off a fire escape and spiraling off and landing in a dumpster. Rorschach struggles to pull himself out, but eventually makes it to his feet and begins walking away, before hearing a sound. He turns to see V leap out of the dumpster, his Guy Fawkes mask cracked, revealing a glimpse at his scarred flesh.

V and Rorschach face off and charge at each other. They collide in a storm of punches and kicks. Every blow lands. Blood begins splattering on the ground. Ribs are broken. Both warriors are in unimaginable pain. Rorschach seems to be taking the advantage, but V grabs his ink blot mask and rips it off, completely tearing the mask. Rorschach begins panicking.

Rorschach: My face! Give me back my face!

V socks Rorschach in the Jaw. In a state of panic, Rorschach turns and runs, eventually being met with a dead end. V stalks down the alleyway towards Rorschach.

V: Give up. There’s nothing left for you to do. You are completely and totally trapped, here, with me.

Rorschach stops. The words begin repeating in his head over and over.

Rorschach: You’re wrong.

V stalks closer, brandishing one of his knives.

Rorschach: I’m not trapped in here with you…

V goes for the finishing stab, but Rorschach lifts his hand, and the knife stabs through it. Rorschach stares into V’s eyes, filled with rage.

Rorschach: YOU’RE TRAPPED IN HERE WITH ME

Rorschach headbutt V, completely shattering the Guy Fawkes mask. V stumbles back and falls. Rorschach leaps atop V and begins pummeling his head repeatedly. Eventually the punching sounds turn into cracking sounds, then sickening squishing noises and Rorschach continues mercilessly beating V’s face in.

The camera pans up, reveal the trails of blood coming from V’s destroyed face. Those blood trails are in the shape of Rorschach’s mask.

The End