fallen angel

Epilouge

"Warsman!"

Croe turned his head slightly, raising his hand in greeting. None other then Mars sat down next to him. The bird sighed, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help..."

Croe shook his head, "It's does not matter comrade... even if we had locked Kevin away, Turbinski would have got to him."

Mars looked at the android curiously, "Why do yous say dat?" he went silent for a few moments, "What did Turbinski say to yous? Before he died?"

Croe shuddered slightly, glancing back at the warehouse where the other Russian had died. Various police were scouting the area, they were currently taking Turbinski's body out. Mars went silent. They both glanced down at Turbinski's face. He looked... peaceful. Mars shook his head, "I should'ave done something."

Warsman remained silent, glancing down at the other Russian's body. The wind blew gently across Turbinski's still form, his white hair moving ever so slightly. Even the wind seemed to be mourning Kevin and Turbinski...

"Oh yeah..." Mars suddenly spoke, stricken by a thought. Warsman glanced at Mars ashe pulled a small book out from a hidden pocket, "Here... you should take a look a dis. I found it in Turbinski's room. I tink it could explain 'is utter nuttiness."

Croe took the journal from Mars' hands and opened it. The first entry was dated a few weeks after the Chojin Crown. Croe looked up Mars, "One of the scientists who created me had a son called Adrik."

Mars' eyes widened slightly, "Yous mean he was created in da same lab yous was created in?"

Croe said nothing, turning the pages, reading the private journal of the young man who had attempted to kill him. As Croe read, Turbinski's state of mind before his mother's came to him loud and clear. Like him, Turbinski had had no childhood, just a life of tortorous training and Russian brainwashing. Unlike him however, Turbinski had had someone to share it with; Vera Ilioukhine. The influence of someone as kind and wonderful as Turbisnki said she was had been the vital difference between the two Russians, created and raised in the same labratory by total bastards, only a few decades apart.

Warsman had had no such influence in his early life. True it had made him more of a brutal killing machine then Turbinski had been, but it also meant he had no light from which to escape his agony of his younger years. Turbinski's surrogate mother had been the light in his tortorous life, and to have her brutally torn away from him the way she was had snapped what remained of the younger Russian's fragile sanity.

It was no wonder he did what he did... when Turbinski had run out of scientists to slaughter at the lab, he turned his attentions on others who had hurt him, whether it was emotionally or physically in the ring. He had turned his attention onto Kevin. And then Warsman. And if he hadn't killed him, Turbinski would have probably continued his rage onto Robin, making up reasons to justify his actions as he went. Turbinski would have continued his rampage. No-one would have been able to stop him. Warsman did not regret his decision to kill Turbinski. Not even for one second.

That had been just under one week ago. Now Warsman was back in England. It was raining as he stood outside the front door large house. Just as he was about to knock the door, it opened and there was Robin Mask. Even with his mask on, Warsman knew that he'd been crying. "Warsman..." Robin choked out, practically falling forward into his companion's arms. Warsman didn't know what to say. He just held Robin close as the other legend cried into his shoulder, mourning the loss of his son.

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Mars said nothing as he looked around the empty room. The room was still littered with Turbinski's posessions. Turbinski had been so sure that he was coming back here alive...

The photo frame of Turbinski and his mother still lay on the floor, the glass smashed. Droplets of dried blood clung to the tattered photo. The wall opposite the small bed was littered with countless newspaper clippings of Kevin Mask. The small television in the corner with the video tapes of Kevin matches was even turned on.

Mars shook his head. These things... they were memoirs.

The memoirs of a fallen angel.

END