The Watchman

Rain drops, that was the first thing you could hear. As your vision clears, a dimly lit room slowly comes into focus. "Hmmn...w-where am I?" You manage to roll out of bed and notice that the rain you heard was hitting a wide window, which was seemingly the only source of ilumination.

"Please be carefull when riseing, dimensional travel can be harmfull to humans." Your head snaps to the source of the voice. A tall blue skined man with darkly ringed pupilless eyes stands before you, thankfully clad in a dark blue suit. "Who the hell are you?! Where am I?!" He only raises his hand at your outburst.

"I was called Doctor Manhattan once, You...may call me John. As to why you are here, the reason is quite simple. I have need of your services." Your eyebrow quirks in confusion. "Me? I'm just a bar tender. Why would you need me?" A small almost unnoticed smile cracks his placid face.

"I have need of you because of your unique circumstances." Suddenly a flash of memories hit you, Your childhood in the orphanage, your military carrier, your distrust of people in general. "Your skills and training that you recieved in the special forces will help you, but more is needed..."

Before you can ask what the hell the blue freak is talking about, he is suddenly infront of you. "This will hurt, alot." With a feather light touch to your forehead, Thousands of memories, along with skill sets and specialitys flood your mind. Your scream fills the room but somehow his voice is still heard.

"I am rewriteing your D.N.A, along with implanting the skills and memories of my former team mates," As he pulls away, you try to catch your breath and look up at him. "W-what....did..y-you..." He gives you a small smile again. "I have given you all the skills of the Watchmen, and over time you will unlock them. For now though you have the skill sets of Daniel Dreiberg and Walter Joseph Kovacs."

"Rorschach, The name is Rorschach..." Your voice cracks in a dry tone. He only nods. "Yes, I had forgotten, But to make it fair because of the world you are in. I also Adjusted your reflexes, healing, strength, and agility." You leer warily at him. "What do you mean?" His hand only waves slightly and a previously unseen tv comes to life.

The scene on the Tv, shows a group of strangely dressed teens fighting what seems to be a creature made out of clay. "What the hell?!"