Fallen Angel
JennyRogue

Where's God when you call, what's hurt if you are dying
Are you anything at all if restrained

Chapter 7 - Restrained

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Despondent in my way but what can I do?
A reason to be concerned when my rights are abused
Penchant for disorder, disorder for a cause
Helping hands make light work to smash down these walls

Standing above the city of bright lights, Turbinski watched as the people below went about their normal lives. Men, women, children, familes. They were laughing, having fun. Enjoying life. He wondered what it would be like, to be free like that. The time he had spent in the Chojin Crown, Turbinski had experienced freedom. He had enjoyed it. But his freedom had come at a price. A price he wouldn't have been willing to pay.

...Vera...

A cloak covered Turbinski's body, hiding the armour and headgear from view. Not like anyone could notice when he was all the way up here. It was amazing really. Turbinski had never noticed how... inferior they looked from up here. That was something he would have never thought before joining up with the dMp. They were so tiny. Like insects. Turbinski shivered at the thought.

To be taken advantage of, an opportunity for self gain
Fueled by selfish desire, to put right my ways
Pain fills my heart, anger fuels my pain
A meaning for my reason, in a world that's so insane

The roar of a motorbike made Turbinski turn slightly, looking in the other direction. He had advanced hearing abilities thanks to his mehanical implants. His anger flared as he saw Kevin Mask driving around the city on his motorbike. Turbinski stepped forward, about to fly down there when someone grabbed his arm,

"Calm down my friend! You're not strong enough to fight him right now!"

Turbinski glanced back at the other Chojin, "Let go of me Ricardo! I have to fight him!"

Ricardo shook his head, fangs clacking together. "Junkman assigned me to see over your test, you must take the test."

Turbinski pushed the Demon Chojin back, "LET GO OF ME YOU FREAK!"

Ricardo fell back, eyes wide, lost his footing and fell over the side of the building. Turbinski froze, horrified at what he had done, "Ricardo!" he threw off the cloak and flew down, grabbing the Brazillian before he hit the ground. Ricardo was whimpering slightly in Turbinski's arms, people ducked as Turbinski flew overhead back up to the building.

Turbinski helped Ricardo back onto the building, breathing hard. That had taken a lot out of him and the Brazillian wans't exactly light. Ricardo had curled up into a little ball, shivering. "Ricardo... I'm sorry..." Turbinski apologized, "I don't know what came over me..." he reached out and touched Ricardo's shoulder, "I just saw Kevin... and I lost it..."

Ricardo glanced up, his orange eyes wide in sad innocene. Turbinski felt terrible. Despite what Ricardo had done in the past, he was still only a child inside. Turbinski glanced back down to where he had spot Kevin, but the knight had disappeared.

Breathing down your neck time presses on
Can't change yesterday, It's already gone
I won't despair, I can't pretend
Take the bull by the horns and fight till the end

Ricardo hissed sadly, drawing Turbinski's attention back to him. The comrade sighed, helping the Brazillian stand. Ricardo's posture was slightly bent as he glanced over the side of the building, ignoring Turbinski for the most part. Turbinski leaned over, resting against a few boxes. Ricardo clackled his fangs together, "Come on." Turbinski threw back his cloak and followed Ricardo down the stairs.

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Blood. Too much blood. Turbinski felt sick. These were innocent people and he had slaughtered them just for the chance to be in the dMp. So much blood... it reminded him of the scientists... Turbinski closed his eyes, willing the meories away then stepped back, away from the bodies. Ricardo was hissing again, "Yes... very good... I shall report back to the others."

Turbinski glanced towards Ricardo, "Did I pass?"

"That is not for me to decide. Come friend, we must return to the base."

Ricardo led Turbinski out of the building, but the Russian stopped before he reached the door. He glanced back at the bodies, Turbinski could hear someone whimpering. He stepped back. Ricardo glanced in, "What is it?"

Turbinski put a hand up, urging Ricardo to be quiet. He then walked towards a storage closet from where the whimpering was coming from. The Russian opened the door and the person inside screamed. Turbinski went pale. It was a child, a young boy about eight years old.

Ricardo clacked his fangs uneasily, "What are we supposed to do? Junkman said no witnesses... but..."

Neither of them wanted to kill a child. Ricardo and Turbinski glanced at each other, nervously. Turbinski opened his arms, "Come here kid, I'm not going to hurt you." the boy shrank further into the closet, crying.

Ricardo was freaking out, "Shut him up!" Turbinski shot forward, grabbing the boy and covering his mouth to stop the screaming.

"What is taking so long?!?" came a muffled voice. Turbinski jumped at the voice, Ricardo pulled out a walkie talkie from his cloak. "We have a problem, Junkman!"

"What kind of problem?"

"There's a kid here."

"So? Dispose of it."

They both went silent, looking at each other. Junkman's voice came through the speaker much louder, "DISPOSE OF IT NOW!"

Turbinski swallowed and snapped the boy's neck, killing him painlessly. Turbinski threw the boy's body to the ground, grabbing Ricardo's arm. "Let's go now, before someone finds us here!" there were tears spilling down Turbinski's cheeks from under the headgear.

He... had no choice.

Enraged with good reason - is your cause for alarm
No subtlety in my reaction or my indignant charm
Fight for relief, choice of belief
What is to be taken away is the beginning of the end.

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To Be Continued.