Epilogue

The white sterile room reflected in stark contrast to the black vile soul whom sat within it. It was large and cavernous, with a single oak finished table lying in it's center. Along one of the walls was a massive television screen which was currently set to a Russian news station. Even though the gaunt and wizened figure that sat alone could not speak Russian, he was understanding the gist of what was being said. The long haired blonde, and curvaceous, female reporter was informing her country of the tragic and senseless death of a soldier by the name of Vaslov Chvoz. A prominent young man with an admirable career that was gunned down in the streets.

Suddenly the TV's communications was interrupted. A soft feminine voice was speaking through the intercom that sat just off and to the right of the frail man's laagering head.

"Sir, Commander Boris Yaroslav is here," the angelic call sounded.

"Send him in," he simply replied as casual as autumns rain.

From the far side of the room, opposite of the devilish being, twin gate doors of Ceylon Cedar, swung open. Stepping through, with clanging black boots, the disgraced Russian commander strode in. His eyes and features were buried beneath the brimming hat. Hidden and shamed by his recent actions among his civilized world. Crooked in one arm was a briefcase that housed an object that been the subject to countless deaths and bloodshed over the last few months. The General stopped just short of his host. He took a minute to evaluate and sneer at the ghostly man that sat before him. The human, if one could call such devilry a human, was obviously Japanese, but he was old and withered. His eyes were sunken and resounded with the evil that dwelled within those black pools. His nose was hawk-like and his teeth were rotted like plagued bark. His plate was filled with long coarse black hair that shown with silvered streaks. His body was skeletal, thin and wiry.

Sighing deeply, the creature stood up, giving full view of his gaunt skeletal form. The man's suit was raven black with highlights of dulled gray. Embracing his back and shoulders, was a draped silky cape that laid lifeless. Boris could see the rusted gears twist and turn in the man's brain. His was a mind that truly embodied the darkest of evil's that man was capable of. The individual paused before he spoke, deciding to carefully choose his words that were to be uttered.

"You surprise me General," the figure spoke contemptuously. "I did not figure that you would go so far as to murder your own soldier, your own friend. You have cast away your entire past and future with the single pull of a trigger. I hope it was worth it in the end."

"You have no right to even speak of him you bastard," Boris growled through clinching teeth. "I did what I needed to do."

"Exactly," the shrived devil hissed with amusement. "You did what was needed. Many of men have utter that faithless phrase, but in all honestly few have done what they knew what was to be to accomplished. But not you. You know explicitly what your heart wanted. You knew what was to be used as a benefit for the world. You have allowed a truly dawning age to grace man's theistic existence."

"I don't care what you have to say," Boris lament with vice stripped lungs. "Now where is she?"

The senior man smiled wickedly. His thin lips curls to devil's amusement. Stepping back, he returned to his desk and spoke into the intercom. He called for his underlines to send "her" in. Within seconds the gate doors that Boris had entered in, swung open a second time. A beautiful young woman, in a long black gorgeous dress, walked in with her head held low in sorrow. The Russian General instantly recognized the form of his daughter. A twenty two year old half Japanese, half Russian beauty that turned heads wherever she went. Her silk black hair covered her saddened face from his view.

"Daughter!" he half gasped as he ran and embraced the jewel of his world.

He tightly gripped her limp form, squeezing an embrace that he never wanted to let go. He pulled back a bit to look upon the face that had reminded him so much of his wife of so long ago. The twin hazel eyes met his; but they seemed devoid of the happiness that he was certain that she would be feeling. Instead, he was met with something else quit different. He did not notice the small Smith and Wesson .45 ACP pistol from the folds of her dress. He could not feel the cold stainless steel barrel press against his stomach. No, he only knew of it's existence after it had fired a single shot. The muzzle flashed and released it's deadly payload into the gut of the man; tearing through his form like paper. The gold tone bullet dispensed it's power, spearing through the flesh. Boris Yaroslav fell backwards, cuddling his body in anguished pain. As he looked up, all he saw was the same stone faced beauty that he had known for over twenty years. The young woman, with her visage spriest with crimson blood, picked up the suitcase that her father had dropped. Turning about face, she returned to the side of his captor.

"What did you do to her!" the General screamed from the pit of his soul.

"The human mind is such a wonderful thing isn't it," the wizened figure began in cheerful tone. "It is the most powerful computer ever conceived. Divine creation I suppose. It relays information signals that number in the millions. While it is an omnipotent device, it is still basically a machine. It uses the same pathways and routes in every human, to send and receive stimuli and thoughts. Once you map it out, it's quit simple to see how everything is pieced together and works. Only then you can see the utter failure that the mind really is. It can be slaved, manipulated as easy as a whipped dog."

Boris Yaroslav's eyes widened in dismay as the aged devil pressed another button on his desk that lowered an orb that flashed with rainbow colors. The light patterns dances and bore into the cavern of the room. The solider felt strangely at peace, even though he was slowly and painfully bleeding out onto the floor. The coldness that was creeping upon him was fading. The moist sticky feel of the thickening blood was drifting away.

"Light is a defining factor to our existence. It gives life and illuminates our way. But, in certain patterns, he can transform a body into a convulsive uncontrollable essence. Or it can dull one's self and make them susceptible to outside influences."

The man then turned off the heavenly device. Extending his left hand, he gestured for the woman to turn over her firearm to him. She obligingly did without a second thought. Turning around, he walked over to the dying military man. His eyes seethed with malevolence. His lips curled in vice.

"Why are you doing this," Boris horsed weakly.

"Please know that the events that you have allowed to transpire today will help shape the fate of this world," he declared in modesty. "The information you gathered from my machine is the culmination of three decades of my life. You have helped me locate a new source of energy for mankind. An element that will make uranium and plutonium seem like children's toys. It is an element that I have discovered and jovially named Element X."

"So what, this is some kind of world domination fantasy you have," the grizzled Russian laughed as blood began to bubble from his quivering thin lips.

"Of course not," the stranger replied grinningly as his narrow eyes closed to slits of levity. "No single organization could ever hope to defeat every military power in the world. Even with weapons armed with my Element X it would be difficult. And in all truthful honestly you'll just turn the planet into an uninhabitable wasteland. No, you just sell miniscule amounts of my isotope to them. Even a few milligrams of this element is enough to destroy most of Moscow in one fail breath. Let the nations fight amongst themselves. Let the terrorists strike in the dark. Once the world is fed up with their destructive bickering, they will turn to proclaim a savior. That salvation will lie within me. The name of Doctor Huu will be on their praising voices as they commit their unquestioned wills and loyalty to my ruling stature."

Boris Yaroslav was drained of strength. He was nearly dead when Doctor Huu raised his gun to the man's tear clouded eyes. Boris could not see the gun through the watered salt. He did not care as the barrel blast. He could not feel as the bullet shot into his hanging head. It was another life to be sacrificed for the damn and contemptible machine from the ice. It was be a stepping stone, a drop in the bucket, compared to the slaughter that would soon be fulfilled. From death in the ice, new life was sprung. Life that would rope the world in chains of hate and shackle man in fetter misery.