Fallen Angel
JennyRogue
Aimless, helpless. You a stranger for yourself, do not know yourself. Fear rises up in you.
Chapter 9 - Beginning
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Kevin Mask was taking a shower in his small apartment when the phone rang. He looked out of the shower, water running down his maskless face. He stood out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself and sliding on his mask. Then headed out to the hallway to grab the phone, putting it to his ear, "Hello?"
"Kevin...?"
The Brit almost dropped the phone in shock, "Warsman?"
"Da Kevin." the British accent dropped, Warsman sounded almost afraid, "I need to see you in person, we have to talk."
Kevin composed himself, leaning against a wall to support his body, "Why should I? I haven't seen or heard of you in over a year, tell me Warsman..." he almost spat the name out, anger and abandonment he had felt at the end of the Chojin Crown was coming out in waves, "Why should I do anything for you after you abandoned me!"
"KEVIN PLEASE!" Warsman sounded frantic, "This is urgent, I have to speak to you. Remember the construction site I trained you in before the final match? Meet me there at eleven thirty."
Kevin sighed defeatedly, "Fine... I'll meet you there. This better be important." he placed the phone back on the hook, staring at it for a moment before heading off to his room to change.
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Turbinski smiled as he walked through the city. It was surprisingly calm. The hidden dMp mark on his armour comforted him slightly. He had the mark carved into his armour after being accepted by them. He glanced up at the sky, smirking. Today was finally the day. He was going to kill Kevin Mask... and make him pay. It had come to the point where Turbinski had ultimately forgotten the motive for his revenge against Kevin. He had wanted it for so long, that everything else became a blur to him. He had the power to do this... finally. And not only that, he had a major advantage over the Brit as well.
About two months back, while watching tapes of Kevin's Chojin Crown matches, looking for a flaw in Kevin's fighting techniques, Turbinski had discovered something amazing. While Kevin had no actual flaws in the way he fought, his so called perfect move, OLAP, the move that had brutally tore his arms off in the Chojin Crown semifinals, had one fatal flaw. Turbinski had been overjoyed to find such a flaw in the move that had destroyed his life in so many ways.
If one had a high pain tolerance and could ignore the bones breaking for long enough, they would see that OLAP was flawed as well. It was quite simple actually, he didn't know why he hadn't figured it out in the beginning. If he could push his back up and pull his arms back, the OLAP would be reversed and therefore it would be Kevin who ended up in pain, from his own move. And if he didn't want to have ihis/i arms broken, he would have to let go of the hold. It was genius, and foolproof.
Kevin didn't have a chance in hell.
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Kevin didn't take his motorbike to meet Warsman, instead he decided to walk there. He was confused. Warsman had vanished out of his life for one year, and now he had suddenly returned practically out of nowhere, saying he needed to talk to him. The Brit wondered if he should go or not. Lord Flash had been a great trainer to him and the first person Kevin had trusted in a long time. But the betrayal of learning he wasn't who Kevin thought he had been, followed by his abandonment had struck the knight hard. He absentmindedly kicked a can lying on the ground, ignoring the other people around him.
Kevin stopped and glanced at his watch. Ten forty-five. Why was he even doing this?! Kevin grabbed at his mask, feeling slightly dizzy. He needed to calm down. He glanced over, noticing a small café on the side of the road. Maybe something to drink would help him calm down... Kevin headed over and sat down in one of the outside tables. He bought a bottle of water, and sipped it with a straw. Kevin sighed when the cool liquid hit his dry throat, relaxing back in the chair. He was way too tense for this.
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Turbinski was silent as he glanced upon the small café. Kevin Mask seemed tense, but he did not care. He was full of rage, and ready to lure his prey. He stepped forward, raising a hand in greeting, "Kevin Mask!"
The Brit turned around to face him. His yellow eyes widened slightly, "Comrade...?"
Turbinski gave him a fake smile, rushing over to him, "I have not seen you in many months, how are you Kevin Mask?"
Kevin looked uneasy, he glanced at his watch, "Er... just fine. Look, comrade I have to go..." he turned and headed off in the same direction.
"Why?" Turbinski turned around, stopping him from walking forward, "Look Kevin, I was just thinking. How about a rematch, for old time's sake?"
Kevin smirked, "Have you forgotten what happened last time we fought?" he tried to get passed the Russian, but Turbinski wasn't allowing it.
"Of course not." Turbinski said, "I just want another chance."
Kevin shook his head, "As much as I would love to beat you back into the canvas mat comrade, I'm afraid I must be somewhere." he pulled Turbinski out of the way heading off.
Turbinski narrowed his eyes. Kevin wasn't getting away THAT easily... but how could he shift the Brit's attention back to him? "Bwak bwak!" he yelled back, mocking Kevin.
The Brit tensed slightly, turning to face Turbinski. "Are you saying that I'm too afraid to fight you...?" he said, his voice low, just daring the Russian to admit it, forgetting Warsman for the moment.
The comrade was grinning, "And what if I were...?"
Kevin chuckled, "Alright... you have yourself a rematch."
Turbinski was unable to surpress the smirk on his face, "Great! Just so happens, I know a place we can fight. Follow me!"
Kevin glanced at his watch. Eleven twenty-seven. Warsman's message couldn't be that important... it would just have to wait. He followed the Russian, mentally preparing himself for the match.
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To Be Continued.