Fallen Angel
JennyRogue

Fallen angel... it pains me to say.
You couldn't have gone any other way...

Chapter 12 - Finale

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No more games. Warsman leapt at Turbinski. The younger Russian snarled as he was thrown back into some boxes. Warsman leapt onto a raised platform and threw himself towards Turbinski, spinning wildly and releasing his claws of his non-sparking arm. "Double Claw Screwdriver!"

Turbinski's eyes widened and he hit the floor, just missing the android by an inch or two. Warsman slammed into the wall of the warehouse. Turbinski got back up and turned towards the android who had just jumped out of the hole he had created. The two Russians glared at each other, waiting for the other to move.

Warsman leapt again at Turbinski, throwing him to the ground. Turbinski winced as Warsman got him into a complex hold. He twisted his legs, getting the android into a weaker hold himself. Warsman grimaced and put more pressure into the hold. Turbinski threw his head back and yelled, throwing his hands forward to catch Warsman off guard. While the android was dazed, Turbinski pulled himself out of the hold.

Warsman hissed and glared up at him, eyes glowing dimly red. Even with one malfunctioning arm, he was still a deadly Chojin. Turbinski swallowed and rose his arms into a defensive position. Warsman hurtled forward again, his claws upturned. Turbinski narrowed his eyes and ripped off his head-gear, throwing it towards the android. Warsman was taken back by this. Turbinski's head-gear slammed right into the claws of his hand, the force snapping them in two. Warsman cried out, falling back and glancing at the stubs that were left of his claws. Turbinski laughed, throwing one hand to lay on his hip. "No-one would think that such devestating weapons would be that weak?"

Warsman just hissed, glaring up at the younger Russian. Turbinski stepped forward, smirking down at him. "It is a good thing I remember your match against Buffaloman so well."

Warsman's eyes widened and he stepped back onto his feet, "How do you know that match! You're not old enough to remember it!"

Turbinski smirked, "I was designed by the Russian governement with the same techiques they used to create you, what with gene splicing and enhanced robonetics, but where they failed with you, they succeeded with me. I grew up watching your matches, idolising you. You, a robot who thinks like a human, and I, a human who thought like a robot for too long."

Warsman said nothing, still looking down at his claws.

Turbinski stepped forward again, "And now I'm going to have the greatest pleaure in ripping you limb from limb." Warsman's fist balled into the ground, not getting up as Turbinski walked towards him, smirking. The Russian android narrowed his eyes, glaring at Turbinski. "Any last words Warsman?"

"Da. Never leave your guard down."

"What-!"

Warsman rushed forward, willing his broken arm to move. The claws releasing and piercing Turbinski's chest armour. "WARSMAN!" Turbinski shrieked, as Warsman's claws tore through his armour and then his body. Turbinski grabbed Warsman's arm, trying to pull it out of his body. Warsman's pulled his arm up, lifting Turbinski clean off the ground using his claws. Turbinski shuddered, looking up at Warsman. The hatred in his eyes was unbearable and evantually the android had to look away.

The silence and tension between these two Chojins stretched out, seeming to last almost an eternity. Finally a whimper made the fighting computer glance back. Turbinski's whole body was shaking, his white hair stained with blood, and his eyes weren't full of anger or hatred, but fear... unsurpressed fear and... regret? Slowly Warsman lowered Turbinski back to the ground, pulling his claws out of him. Turbinski choked and slumped back to the ground. His hand immediately went to the wound on his chest and he pulled his fingers back, feeling the blood oozing there.

Some small part of his mind registered that the wound was almost exactly where Vera had been shot. Warsman had bent down and was looking at him. The android's voice sounded controlled, "Why...? Why did you kill Kevin? You had already defeated him, got your so called revenge on him for the Chojin Crown. Why kill him as well?"

Turbinski swallowed, looking up at him. The android's face was fading fast. That settled it - he was dying. Turbinski began to speak, "You have... always been my hero Warsman. I wanted to be just like you." Warsman made some sort of robotic choking noise, as if the mere thought of a living copy of himself disturbed him immensely. Turbinski continued, "I was allowed no emotional ties. But there was someone... my languages tutor, Vera. I loved her like a mother." his eyes dimmed slightly, "She adopted me, treated me like a son. Looked after me, protected me." he sighed, "But... after the Chojin Crown, everything changed. Because of the way I had been badly beaten, my creator blamed Vera... and killed her. That is why I wanted revenge on Kevin Mask and you Warsman."

"I am... sorry for your loss." Warsman didn't know what else to say. He had never met this Vera, but he respected all life. Warsman wasn't the war machine he had been designed to be.

"Thank you Warsman..." Turbinski whispered. He was straining to see the outline of the android's head. Faces flashed through Turbinski's mind. Vera... Adrik... that boy he had killed... Pumpinator... Ricardo... Kevin... Warsman... Turbinski reached up and touched Warsman's masked face. He was unable to see now. "Turbinski...?" Warsman's voice reached his ears, but it seemed far away. "When I die... will I get to see mama Vera again?" he murmured. Dying surely was a strange feeling...

Warsman swallowed, "I do not know..."

Turbinski's voice cracked slightly, "L-long live our fatherland, land of the free. The eternal union of brothers nations. Given by ancestors the people's wiseness..."

"Long live our land, we are proud of you." Warsman murmured.

Turbinski shuddered in his hero's arms... and died, his body going limp. Warsman gently touched his open eyelids and lowered them, closing the comrade's eyes, never to open again.

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To Be Continued.