Fallen Angel
JennyRogue

Just a step away from the edge of a fall
Caught between heaven and hell

Chapter 10 - Chasing Time

Author's Notes: Because there are so many scene-changes in this chapter, everything in italics is Kevin or Turbinski's POV. Non-italicalised is Warsman.

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Turbinski led Kevin to an abandoned building. It had a few benches around the ring for a small audience, and it looked like it hadn't been used in a while. And yet, two disguised men were operating cameras by the side of the ring. Kevin suddenly felt very uncomfterable. There was something about this whole thing he didn't like. Turbinski turned to him, "Something wrong comrade?"

"No no..." Kevin shook his head, yellow eyes flickering to where those two idiotic announcers were standing, talking into microphones as they usually did, the benches were filling up with wrestling fans fast and Turbinski had gone to speak to one of the camera-men. Kevin rubbed his arm in an unusual batch of anxiety. There was something not right about this. How had all these people known there was going to be a match when Turbinski had only asked him about twenty-five minutes before?

Warsman was frantic. Where was Kevin?! He paced uncertainly around the training area, nervously, seeming almost human. He had decided to wear his Lord Flash costume. Warsman glanced up at the city's clock. Eleven fourty-three. What if it was already too late?! He continued pacing, "Come on Kevin..." part of him wondered if the Brit had decided not to come. The android had known that he had upset Kevin a lot when he had left him after the Chojin Crown... but had he felt so betrayed that he wasn't going to come..? Warsman placed his gloved hand on the mask's crown and sighed. He glanced up at the city's clock again. Almost twelve. Warsman lay back against a slab of metal in the ground and closed his eyes.

A few moments later, Warsman heared people close to him talking and opened his eyes looking over at them. They were construction workers, one of them had one of those hand-held television sets. Warsman overheard a part of their conversation. Surprisingly, they were talking about Chojin wrestling. Warsman remained silent, purposefully listening in now. The men went silent, watching the tv and Warsman's circuits went cold when he heard it: "The rematch of the century! Kevin Mask versus Comrade Turbinski!" This could not be happening. He had to get down there and stop that match! He ran away from the construction site into the direction of the training ring the announcers had just mentioned.

Kevin and Turbinski faced each other in the ring. Most fans screamed Kevin's name showing their support for him, but a few yelled Turbinski's. Maybe it was pity for what Kevin had done to him that drew those fans to him. Even in the state of insanity he was in, the comrade appreciated their support. The plane glanced over at the camera-men who grinned at each other and put the cameras on them. Turbinski surpressed a smirk. The announcers called out, and then the bell rang. Kevin ran forward to attack him. He wanted this match over as soon as possible so he could go and meet Warsman. Turbinski brought his arms up to defend himself from Kevin's attacks.

This happened for a while, one of them trying to attack while the other defended himself. Turbinski used a few moves that Kevin had never seen before. They were completely ruthless and not like his usual strategy. And they confused the Brit. Turbinski was a ruthless Chojin, this was true. But he was also merciful. Kevin swore when the Russian Chojin attempted to stab him with his head-gear. He'd been distracted for a while there. Kevin stepped back, bringing his arms back up. Concentrate Kevin! Turbinski dived back at him, "GET BACK HERE KEVIN MASK!" Oh fu-

Tick tock. Tick tock. Warsman had never cared much about time, as he was immortal and it had never really affected him. But now every second counted. Every small second that passed Kevin's life became dimmer. Warsman had never expected to be pulled into this tale of revenge, but here he was trying to protect his boy from being slaughtered. The caller who had informed him of Turbinski's plan had surprised him most of all. Never had he expected HIM of all people to save Kevin's life... Warsman just hoped he wasn't too late.

"OLAP ASSAULT!" the crowd cheered fanatically as Kevin launched his best move. Turbinski smirked wickedly. He didn't fear this move... he welcomed it with open arms. He winced slightly as Kevin pushed his back and pulled his arms. He could feel the agonising pain overtaking his senses once again, and he could hear his arms beginning to snap. It was all too much. Turbinski couldn't break the move! He began to panic. He had lost his motive - he had lost his will to win this match.

Warsman could see the building. He was almost there! The android faltered slightly. The fans were screaming Kevin's name. Kevin... was winning?

Turbinski's eyes snapped open. VERA! She was his motive, the reason for all of this! It was all Kevin's fault and he finally could do something about it. The anger blinded him from everything else. Turbinski somehow grabbed Kevin's hands and forced them back. This pushed the Brit into an painfully awkward position, and now it was Turbinski in the driving seat of Kevin's most lethal move. A scream of pain escaped Kevin and he reluctantly let go of Turbinski's arms. The Russian pulled his now free arms back, snapping the Brit's arms like a pair of twigs and throwing him against the turnbuckle.

Kevin slumped down to the canvas, his arms numb. How was this possible? OLAP, the undefeatable move had been both reversed and broken. Turbinski had destroyed his father's move as if it were... nothing. How? Kevin's thoughts were cut off. The audience were screaming. Kevin's head shot up towards Turbinski who was towering over him. Part of his helmet had been broken in the match and the left side of his face could be seen. His eye seemed red as he glanced down at Kevin. The Brit's yellow eyes widened slightly. Was that a dMp logo on the Russian's chest armour?!

A agonised scream from inside the building stopped Warsman dead in his tracks. He stared at the entrance horrified, as if frozen in time. Oh god no. Warsman ran forward, and slammed open the doors, not knowing what he would find inside... "Kevin!"

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Tick tock. Tick tock.
Grains of sand slipping away.
You're out of time. You're too late.
Just run.

To Be Continued.