Fallen Angel
JennyRogue

Forever we refuse the Kingdom of Light
Eternally...

Chapter 6 - Darkness

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It was cold, colder then the usual mild Japan temperatures. Turbinski had his arms wrapped around himself, shivering as he followed a masked person who was leading him through the forest. The guilt of what he had done to the scientists had finally sunk in, leaving a cold feeling inside him. He was a murderer. He had killed the people who raised him. They probably had families of their own, and he had brutally murdered them just like the way Vera had been stolen from him. He was a heartless monster.

Turbinski's quest had finally brought him here, just moments away from making what could possibly be the worst mistake in his life. The man had stopped, kicking open a door on the ground, showing stone steps leading underground. "This way." the man lit a candle that he had in his cloak, leading the comrade down the steps. Turbinski followed, the door snapping shut behind him, the cold now blocked from reaching the Russian. He put his arms down and followed the man down the steps. There was a few twists and turns before they reached the bottom, maybe about a quarter of a mile underground. The man pulled down the cloak covering his face, "Heh, I'm impressed. I didn't think a goody-two shoes like yourself would follow me even half the way here."

"I have changed considerably since the the semi-finals of the Chojin Crown."

Pumpinator snorted, "Yeah I can see. Come on, we're almost there." he rose the candle so the light beamed directly on the door in front of them. Turbinski noticed a small circle in the middle of the large door where the light was beamed into. Pumpinator glanced at him, "So... why are you here anyway? Did playing the victim get too much for you to handle?"

"What?" Turbinski asked, drawing his attention from the light to Pumpinator.

The shoe Chojin snorted, "Yeah, that's what they've been calling you, the victim of the Chojin Crown." the door creaked open. Turbinski wondered how it was able to do that, maybe they had something that turned the light into kinetic energy that opened the door? He'd ask about it later... he followed Pumpinator deep into the base.

"Why am I the victim? Other people got hurt more then I did. Like Blocks, he actually died in the tournament."

Pumpinator shrugged his shoulders as he led the Russian, "Dunno. Probably because you were such a good guy, and the fact that Kevin did tear off your arms after all..." Turbinski tensed slightly but said nothing. Pumpinator suddenly stopped and turned to look at him, "That's why you're here, isn't it? You wanna get stronger to defeat Kevin!"

Turbinski remained tense, "So what if it is?"

Pumpinator chuckled, "Hey, nothing wrong with that, almost half the guys here joined cuz they wanted to kill someone."

Turbinski tensed even more, "I never said I wanted to kill him, just make him suffer!"

Pumpinator laughed, lightly punching the comrade on the shoulder, "Right... you'll make a fine member of the dMp comrade." he looked around, "We're here." Turbinski glanced around the hallway. A number of doors cluttered the hallway. Pumpinator opened the one in the center. Many dMp members were in there, including some of the older dMp members. They all glanced towards the door as it opened. Turbinski found himself sweating slightly, what if they didn't believe he was serious about this? What if they thought he was a Muscle League spy? He was in their territory, they could do anything to him.

"Uh... hi!" he said, waving nervously towards them.

"Yous gotta be kidding me..." came Mars's voice out of the crowd.

"Everyone, calm down." Pumpinator put one arm around Turbinski's shoulder, "He's one of us."

"YOU SAID THE SAME THING ABOUT KEVIN MASK!" one of them yelled. There were mumbles of agreement from all around.

"Alright, I admit it, I made a mistake with Kevin, but this is different. Turbinski is one of us, I know it."

"EVERYONE SETTLE DOWN!" yelled an aging voice from the back. Turbinski paled slightly when the speaker stepped forward. This was Junkman, one of the original "Devil Knights". Turbinski wondered how many of the original Devil Knights had been reseructed without anyone's knowledge... Junkman glanced at the other dMp members, "We'll test him. If he proves himself, then he is free to join us. If not, then he will die." he looked over at the Russian, "Do you agree to these terms Comrade Turbinski?"

"Yes."

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To Be Continued.