Fallen Angel
JennyRogue
Fallen angel, fallen angel, well I guess you were no angel after all
Fallen angel, fallen angel, you always take us with you when you fall
Chapter 4 - Broken
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It was raining furiously outside and Turbinski couldn't sleep. He grumbled and wrapped the pillow around his head to block the noise. It didn't work. The constant sound of rain hitting the window pane was keeping the usually heavy sleeper Russian up. Turbinski evantually gave up and sat up, pulling the bedcovers around his shivering body. His body had got used to mild temperatures in Japan, so Russia seemed colder then usual. Turbinski moved over and switched on the bedside lamp and a dull ray of light lit up the comrade's small room. On the nightstand were two photo frames. The first was of Turbinski and Vera, it had been taken almost twelve years ago, soon after Vera had adopted him. To make them more connected, she had dyed her hair white like his. They were both smiling happily, Turbinski sitting in Vera's lap. The second picture was more recent. It had been taken in the Chojin Crown and was cut out of a newspaper. The picture had been taken when he had been in the middle of his final attack, the Turbo Tail Spin, in his match against Destruction. The photographer was very talented, the photo didn't even look blurred.
A smile graced Turbinski's face as he picked up the photo of him and Vera. She was the nicest, kindest person he had ever met, and the greatest friend he had ever had. Turbinski had even adopted Vera's surname "Ilioukhine" as his own. He plucked a piece of paper from the nightstand that had been under the photo frame and smiled. On it was a haiku Vera had written for him before he left for the Chojin Crown: 'My fallen angel. It pains me to see you hurt. Why are you so sad? Please don't be upset. It's not as bad as you think. I will keep you warm. Do not cry angel. All will be well, you will see. Fly to heaven now.'
Turbinski smiled, placing the haiku and photo back on the nightstand, feeling considerably calmer then before. He lay back down in bed, pulling his covers back over him willing his body to sleep. Turbinski was just drifting off when he heard a yell of anger from outside. Turbinski sighed, rolling his eyes. Someone had pissed off Adrik again. That settled it, there was no way he could sleep now with THAT racket going on outside his room. He pulled himself up, straining to hear what was going on.
"Adrik, calm down!" someone pleaded. There was a sound of something smashing, Turbinski flinched. He was more pissed off then usual. Quietly, he opened the door, sneaking across the hallways. "ADRIK!" someone screamed. Turbinski broke out into a run, finally ending up where the action was. And then there was a sound that ran Turbinski's blood cold before he even realised what was happening.
A gun had gone off. And Vera was the target. Her body spasmed backwards from the impact of the bullet, blood spilling onto the impossibly clean floor. Turbinski was frozen mid run, his mind numb. Vera clambered to remain standing, eyes wide from shock. She stood upright for a few more seconds before crashing to the ground. Turbinski ran to her side, "Mama!" he placed his hand against her chest, her blood coating his fingers from the gun wound. But it was too late. Vera was already gone. The bullet had pierced her heart causing instant death. Turbinski began to shake slightly. Vera... no, this couldn't be happening! Vera was always vibrant, full of life. She couldn't be dead, she couldn't be! "Mama!"
"Get up comrade." Adrik commanded, lowering his weapon. Turbinski didn't move from the floor. Vera's blood was spreading out, around his knees. "GET UP!" he barked. Slowly, Turbinski got to his feet. The Russian's eyes were closed, his back turned to Adrik. "Sorry about that comrade." Adrik said, his voice cold, "She made you weak. You must have NO weaknesses." comrade... the way Adrik said it reminded Turbinski of another. Kevin Mask... Turbinski opened his eyes, glancing back down at Vera's body. No more, it all ends here. Turbinski smirked, his back still turned, "Apology accepted."
Two seconds passed. Turbinski moved so fast Adrik didn't see him. The gun fell to the floor as Turbinski's hands tightened around the man's neck. Adrik choked, his hands clawed desperately at Turbinski's arms, trying to ease the grip around his throat. Turbinski pushed the man back to a table, one hand letting go of his neck to search the contents. Turbinski's hand clasped around a small bottle of liquid. He glanced at the bottle, it was nitrobenzene. The Russian smirked, his other hand tightened around Adrik's throat, cutting off his air supply. Adrik gasped, his eyes widening and his mouth open desperate for air. Turbinski turned the bottle over, pushing the neck of it down the man's mouth. Adrik gagged as the poisonous liquid travelled down his throat. Turbinski watched with satisfaction as the whole bottle was drunk and then let go of the man. He choked, falling to the floor, "Wh-what did you do to me?!"
Turbinski smirked, a vindictive pleasure in his eyes as he watched the man choking. Adrik's body began to spasm, terror evident in his eyes. "Not to long now is it...?" Turbinski crooned. Adrik screamed. And a few moments later his body exploded. Blood and guts were splashed all over the room, Vera's body and Turbinski.
"What the hell is going on here?!?" the guard who just enetered went silent at the sight before him. Turbinski turned to face the guard and he backed away, frightened.
Turbinski smirked. Tonight, there would be a blood bath.
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To Be Continued.