Fallen Angel
JennyRogue

Here am I your falling angel dangle in the blue
I'm your angel and I wish that I could be like you

Chapter 2 - Hero

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'It is funny how one minute you can be at the top of the world, and the next you have crashed down to the dirt.' Turbinski wrote the words neatly in his journal. Vera had given him this journal when he had left for the Chojin Crown, but he had only started using it when he had his arms back and was back in Russia. Turbinski had been thrilled to see his surrogate mother once more. The Russian Chojin had been five years old when they first met, Vera was eighteen. She had been emppoyed to be his language tutor. Vera knew many different languages including English, Japanese and German. They only met for two hours a day, but they had hit off immediately. When Turbinski turned ten, Vera had adopted him as her son, despite protests by the lab's top scientist, Adrik.

Turbinski looked up from his bed. His room in the lab was very small and bland, but he liked it. The walls were white. His bed was in the corner, a small nightstand lay beside to keep possessions in, like his journal and other gifts from Vera. The other thing in his room was a television attatched to the wall. A few tapes littered the floor beneath his television, they were the video tapes of Chojin history that he liked to watch now again.

Leaving his journal for the time being, Turbinski climbed off the bed and headed over to the tv. Turbinski hated mess and he stacked the videos into a small neat pile. One video stood out from the others and Turbinski picked it up. He jolted slightly, this one was his favourite, but now he could not bear to watch it. Turbinski and Vera had watched the final match between Kevin Mask and Kid Muscle together. He had watched in sadistic delight as Kevin was defeated by Kid Muscle.

The delight had quickly passed thought and numb disbelief ran through the comrade's veins as the events following the match took place. Lord Flash had revealed himself to be Warsman. The infamous Warmsan who Turbinski had idolised all his life. Turbinski had something akin to a nervous breakdown after watching that match.

The Russian swallowed nervously and pulled the casette out of it's case, pushing it into the video player. Static followed for a few moments before an unsteady sight came onto the screen. This tape was of the King Muscle/Warsman match. Turbinski had all the big fights of the Muscle League legend's days on tape. This one was his favourite. He watched it in silence, not flinching as some violent moves were displayed. Everyone had said that the Kid/Kevin match had been like the King/Robin match. That was not true. Those, like Turbinski, who had seen both matches knew for a fact that those announcers knew nothing. That final match had been more like the King/Warsman match then anything.

Those idiots knew nothing. Turbinski was more agitated now then he would ever admit. The truth was, the Russian was deeply jealous. Warsman had been his hero because the two were more alike then anyone could imagine. The two had been raised in the same laborotary after all. Turbinski felt connected to Warsman. And it hurt even more because Warsman was the one who instructed Kevin to use OLAP. On him. Turbinski didn't see Warsman as his idol anymore.

A quiet click finally brought his attention back to the match. Which had finished. He pulled the casette out of the tape player and placed it on the floor, looking down at it. There was silence.

Finally Turbinski grabbed the video and smashed it violently against the wall. The tape cracked into bits at the force and crumbled at Turbinski's feet. The Russian remained silent.

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To Be Continued.