To Hell and Back
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Chapter 2
(Reminds me too much of home,) thinks Kovar as he walks down the dimly lit hallway. To no surprise, it is as if he never left the bunker. The hallway let out the same echoes whenever his footsteps hit the floor. The lighting provided a small dose of sight down the nearly endless steel corridor. Cold air hung in the atmosphere. Yes sir, it was just like he never left his old home. But now he was free.
Even so, with his powers finally cured and the next step of the plan going on, he still could not eliminate that loneliness that this passage gave off. It was like he was still hiding from the people who despised him. N one in his life to care for him anymore. Just another wandering soul without a purpose. The darkness was always lapsing at him. He could remember hearing screams when he went super nova in that village forty years ago. The cries of the people he swore to protect silenced by a burning sky he created. He was just a gun without a safety lock: it was just that easy for him to hurt someone.
The only thing that was keeping him in good spirits was what he was doing. The passageway was soon to lead to the office of his superior. His superior had once commanded his father, and commanded Kovar in the past and in the future. It was all thanks to the plan that was laid out only a year ago. In time it was too be engaged. Funny, for he feels like his father: dressed in formal military wear and about to have a private meeting with the general. He felt so good that the loneliness he felt for tool on in his head was being held off. For not only would the plan work, but also he would finally regain the respect that he deserved. The respect that his father deserved. The respect that had eluded him but he would regain.
He nearly ran into the door before he regained his train of thought. Kovar backs away from the door and looks at it for a few minutes. He is at the beginning. All he has to do is knock. Knock and your fate is to come. He lifts his hand up…knock…draws it back…knock…and hits the metal. A dull sound echoes throughout the hall.
"Enter," a deep voice calls from behind the door.
Kovar, without hesitation, opens the door and steps him. The door closes behind him with a loud thud. He walks into a room that is empty save for a desk that is right in front of him. A single light bulb hangs over it. Behind the desk is a man. He looks around sixty, as made noticed by his balding head white tuffs of hair around the circumference of his head. His face is shaven clean and he has green eyes that have a sort of piercing gleam to them. He has a muscular built to him. He wears a black military uniform with red shoulder pieces and a red collar. He wears a general insignia on his right pocket, along with a few service medals and an Order of Lenin medal also join them. On his right color is a small pin of the Communist symbol.
"You have aged, sir," Kovar says.
"And you have not," the man behind the desk replies.
"Radiation does things to you."
"To correct you, it does bad things to you. Of course we all can not be blessed like you
The man behind the desk laughs and Kovar joins him. But in the back of Kovar's mind something tells him that was not really funny.
"It is good to see you again Captain Kovar," the man says.
"As am I to see you…General Dovak," Kovar says.
"Forty years it has been and you have yet to forget me. I am impressed."
"How could I forget you? You are the greatest general in Russia's history,"
"Was the greatest general in Russia's history," Dovak corrected.
"In my eyes you still are," Kovar stated.
"Just like your father. You always showed so much respect for me," Dovak said as he gave off a huge smile.
"Thank you sir," Kovar said.
"But, enough of flattery. You know why you are here."
"Yes sir."
A question for you to begin with: You have been asleep for a year?"
"Yes."
"Do you believe Russia has reestablished itself?"
"We are still a good country though sir."
"You wish Kovar. Mother Russia is just a shell of what it was. Now it is the ghost of a great warrior that once dominated all he encountered. Is that how you want to see your homeland?"
"No sir," Kovar said.
"You may think we have returned to our glory, but we still hurt. We are still damaged and have yet to be glorified yet again. Putin doesn't care for his country. We care for it. We are the saviors of our land," he said.
"As you say. I am sorry for my foolishness," Kovar answers.
"Do not feel bad. Our country has yet to return to its glory. I am sad to say we are still as we were when the decision was made to dissolve the Soviet Union. Look what it has gotten us: development of our cities are down, foreign countries refuse to do away with us, fighting with that Chechnya in the South which has yet to give its full obedience to us, the Opera House attack four years ago, and all of those countries we gave up. All of that power wasted. We once were the most respected country in the world. Now, we are nothing."
"Look at this," Dovak said as the wall behind him lit up. It revealed the Soviet flag: a red background with a gold hammer and sickle crossed in the center. "Beautiful. It once flown high from the buildings of Russia and her territories. Now it is seen on the same level as the Nazi's swastika. The Nazis! The Soviets had reached Berlin before the others and we are compared to them?"
"A disgusting thing, sir."
"I know. Now, on to you. You swore your alliance to the Red Army when you joined the forces? Corrected?"
"Yes sir."
"But now it is dead. Just like the once grand Soviet Union, so too have the greatest army the world had ever seen died as well."
"I still am a soldier. You are still here."
"I still remain your commander and you are still my soldier. It is through you and me we can help rebuild the world. Russia is our mother. On her lands we were born to protect her. We killed the czars who shamed her people and made her an empire. But when the statue of Lenin fell, hope died and she is now a corpse. But we shall reanimate her."
Kovar nods his head.
"When you were created, you were perfect but flawed. Chang saved you now that he has done his work on you. Sadly, there are still those who fear you for what you did forty years ago. But look at you. The radiation has given you great power. You are still not a day over twenty-one. You are a walking nuclear reactor that can control whether or not to nuke something."
(Adds to his the comment,) Kovar thinks, but he quickly gets it out of his head.
"You are a soldier. You are the hero of the Soviets. You are the key to reestablishing the empire. I need to know: Will you help me, Red Star?"
"I swore it once and I am still by my code."
"Good. Get some rest in one of the rooms. This old bunker still has some use to it. By tomorrow, we will begin the operation. You may leave."
"Thank you sir," Kovar said as he turns on his heel, goes to the door, and opens it. He walks out of the room then, unaware of the smile on Dovak's face. Completely unaware of that smile Kovar is. For that smile was not of joy, but of something else.
Chapter 3 is coming soon!