A Rescue or Something Worse?

By Ms. Kinnikufan

Disclaimer: I own no one except Tosya.

Robin Mask and Warsman stood by Kevin's Mask's bedside.

The doctors told them there was little chance of Kevin coming out of his coma. If Kevin ever did come out of his coma, he would definitely have serious brain damage and amnesia.

"Why did you do it? Why Kevin?" Robin Mask asked even though he knew Kevin would never answer.

"Yesterday, around 3:22 PM, the russian chojin known as Comrade Turbinski died of a previously undetected heart condition. His son is currently in custody of the Russian government until a suitable home can be found." The new anchor informed from the hospital room tv.

Warsman's face gave a suspicious look.

"Sounds like a cover-up." He muttered,

"Damnit, of course it's a cover-up! Of course the Russian government is doing a cover-up! That the what Russian government does! It's always doing cover-ups, it's not a novel concept!" Robin's tone went from loud and angry to restrained and almost sinister tone.

"Kevin tried to commit suicide. Despite all the pain in his short, young life, he only recently tried to kill himself. That is a novel concept. I want to know the answer and yet I don't. I'm afraid that I'm the answer." Robin Mask buried his mask in his hands.

"Comrade." Warsman placed a comforting hand on Robin's shoulder.

"I wish I had been a better father. If I had..." Robin choked back a sob.

"Comrade there was nothing you could do. Perhaps we will never know the reason why." Truth be told. Warsman was troubled with his own guilt. Could it have been his departure the reason Kevin jumped.

Neither knew of Tosya, secret child of Kevin Mask and Comrade Turbinski.

Tosya did not like the new place he was in.

Strange lights were always in his eyes. Strange noises were always in his little eardrums. Worst of all were the needles that often poked his little arms and legs.

When he wasn't being poked or prodded, he spent the rest time lying on a very cold and uncomfortable examination table, all sorts of monitors stuck to him.

Tosya did not like any of this and spent most of his time crying (even more so then the typical infant). Where was his mama? Why wasn't mama holding and cuddling him anymore? Did mama not like him?

Soon, Tosya began to refuse his bottle. So the scientist began to give his nutrition via even more needles This made Tosya cry even more.

This went on for almost two weeks (not that Tosya comprehended the concept of time).

Scientists Aldrikski and Ustin were performing the usual tests when a voice blared from the loudspeaker.

"There's an intruder in Sector 7G. There's a-" a scream replaced the rest of the announcement. Alarms went off.

Tosya cried even louder and harder in response to the loud and frightening noises, just like any other baby.

"Damn it, does that baby never shut up!" Ustin remarked.

"Comrade that's the least of our problems." Aldrikski cowered in fear at the grey-purple demon that appeared in the room.

"Please mer-" Aldrikski's throat was slashed before he could finished

"Ahhhhh!" Ustin tried in vein to run. He was spiked shackled.

Tosya was lying flat on the examination table. He had heard, but not seen.

He felt someone remove the monitors, pick him up and cuddle him.

Tosya stopped crying. Was it mama?

Tosya turned his head and looked at the person who was holding him.

No it wasn't mama. Tosya's mind wasn't fully developed yet, but he knew mama didn't have purple grey skin or fangs. He wonder what that red stuff was dripping from his mouth was. Oh well, he wasn't poking him with needles or flashing lights in his eyes, so he had to be better then all those other not-mamas.

Tosya smiled at Ricardo and made a cute gurgling noise.

"Hey! He likes me!" Ricardo tried making a funny face, which was hard because he always looked like he homicidal, even when he wasn't.

"Ricardo, stop bounding and get back to base ." A voice from Ricardo's headphone interrupted.

"What should I do with the dead bodies?"

"Oh for the love of God, just leave them there."

"But they'll start to smell in a few days.'

"Look, none of them will care because they're dead, Ricardo. The dead don't care if they smell. They're dead."

"Are you sure?"

"...Yes. I'm completely and utterly sure that the dead don't care what they smell like . Now get back to base before the Russian government catches on."

"Who's a cute widdle baby? Yes, you are, yes you are!" Ricardo gently rocked Tosya making him gurgle and smile.

"Ricardo! "

"Yes?"

"Get back to base now! When you can get back to base, you can bound all you want! We really need to do something about your short attention span..."

"All right, all right. I'm leaving right now." Ricardo stepped on a bunch or corpses on his way out, making a squishy noise.