Dr. Boskonovitch could not bear watching the video on the screen anymore. The video was played like a monotonous clock and every time he played it an invisible knife cut into his soul. His dear Natasha, his sweet little girl of a tender age was dead. All he had left of her were memories. He had tried his hardest to conquer death and give mankind immortality, but it had not been enough to save his beloved Natasha nor was it enough to save Olga, his wife. Old and dying of a terminal spinal disease, Boskonovitch was near the point of insanity
It is sad when a parent outlives their child. A child that looses a parent mourns for what once was, but a parent that looses a child mourns for what shall never be. At times like these man becomes weak and forgets his soul. At times like these, man forgets his family and his friends. He becomes a broken shell with no one to put him back together. Shattered into a million different pieces as the universe come tumbling down upon his head.
Boskonovitch had done so much to benefit mankind, but what was his reward. Many of his Manji friends were dead after he preserved the life of Bryan Fury. Yoshimitsu's arm had been destroyed by the rampaging P-Jack. The sisters Nina and Anna had awoken in a new and unknown time. His experiments Roger and Roger Jr. were lost in the world. All of it was his fault. All of it was his own misgivings and he knew it in his heart. He wished he had left Mother Nature alone. He wished he had not been so bent on discovering the secrets of life and now he had opened the Pandora's Box.
"It ends tonight, I am coming home Olga, I am coming home Natasha." Boskonovitch muttered to himself as he cut the wires. Raw electricity sparkled at the end of the tube. With one touch, he would be with his wife and child. With one flick, they would be a family once more. No more pain and no more humiliation. All the horrors of life would be over in a few seconds. He was an old man, his death would be swift.
"Poppa, what are you doing?" A little girl sat in the corner in his lab. She wore a familiar pink coat that Boskonovitch had purchased many years ago in Moscow. Her teeth were filled with adorable braces and her hair tied in cherub-like pigtails. He knew her in an instant and his heart was beginning to waiver. His daughter was as plain as day, but she was still alive. None of it made any sense.
"You're not real. You are only in my head so go away." Boskonovitch yelled at the figment of his daughter. Eyes mad and filled with crazed fire, Boskonovitch looked into the apparition. It could not be real, for it had to be a trick upon his mind. His daughter was dead and he had buried her corpse beneath the ground. It was all just some horrible joke his mind was playing on him.
"Father, you know mother would be mad if you did that." The familiar voice resonated like music in his ears. Like enchanted bells echoing through a dying forest to bring back new hope and new life, the voice entranced him. How long had he waited to hear that friendly and innocent voice? How long had it been, since he heard a child speak to him?
"Shut up, you don't exist. You're dead, I buried you. You're dead because I couldn't save you!" Boskonovitch raved madly. His mind began to race and his throat became sore. Sweat drops began to pour from his temple as he stared at the illusion.
"You're being selfish father. It is not your time and there are people that still need you." Natasha's voice called out to him, trying to soothe the maddened old man.
"You don't understand. I am doing this for you and your mother. We will be together again as a family. Don't you see, this is for the better?" Boskovitch babbled as fast as he could.
"You're lying to yourself father. You are doing this because you are afraid of going on alone, but you don't realize that you are not alone. Think of all those you can still save. Think of all those people that will die if you don't help them." Natasha came over to her father and touched his skin. The warmth from her hand flowed into him and gave him ecstatic feeling of love long forgotten. It felt so real. Natasha whispered into his ear. "Most importantly, don't forget your son. Please, don't leave your son behind."
"What are you talking about, I have no son." Boskonovitch asked, but Natasha was gone. He was alone in the building with the sparkling wire at the end of his hand. It was all just an imagination. There was only one way for him to ever rejoin his family and that was death.
Then he heard the door slam, someone had entered his lab. Dr. Boskonovitch had not asked for anyone to enter at this late at night. An intruder was on the premises and it filled the poor soul with fear. He heard a few steps and then a voice came from the pitch of night as it rained outside, "Dr. Boskonovitch, are you here."
"Who is that?" Dr. Boskonovitch yelled back.
"It is me." The voice came abruptly as a reptilian creature stepped out from the darkness. Covered in green scales and weighing the same as a man the raptor made its presence known. Deep yellow eyes stared into the eyes of the doctor. Boskonovitch recognized the creature immediately. There was no mistaking the mighty jaws or the long prehistoric claws. A creature from sixty-five million years from an egg that had no hatched stood before him. It had come from an egg that Boskonovitch had nurtured.
"Alex, you came back." Boskonovitch was surprised to see the saurian standing upon hind legs, looking into his eyes.
"Yes, I came because you are not home. Why are you holding that wire? What are you planning on doing?" Alex asked nervously as he saw the wire hanging strangely from the doctor's hand like a python.
"I can't take it anymore. I have failed at everything, but not anymore. I can't live like this anymore. I want to see my wife and my child." Dr. Boskonovitch ranted at the unmoving reptilian.
"Please Doctor, you have not failed at anything or anyone. Whatever demons you face, let me help you face them." Alex tried to coax the Boskonovitch away from the wire, but the doctor held firm.
"You don't understand. Everything I ever made has failed. Everyone I have tried to help has gotten hurt. The world is better off without me." Boskonovitch stammered as he raised the wire high above his head. Alex went into a crouching position to see what would happen next. He had no intention of hurting the doctor, but his main objective was to keep Dr. Boskonovitch alive.
"Am I one of your failures then?" Alex asked as tears began to streak the old man's wrinkly face. "Am I just another failure that you wish that you had never done? Were it not for your work, I would not be standing here today. Am I just an abomination that you wish had never existed?"
"You don't know how I feel? I am all alone. I am dying man with nothing to show for in this life. You can't understand." Boskonovitch rebuked as hard as he could as his voice became raspier.
"Yes I do. I came into this world with no blood family. I have no culture. I have no people. I have no race. I am the last member of my species. There are no females of my kind walking the world today, so I truly know what it means to be alone. In the end, I was not alone, because you were there for me. You gave me intelligence and you taught me everything that I know. You raised me from an egg to a giant and I thank you for that. Without you, I would have always been alone. Let me help you as you helped me. Put the wire down, please." Alex answered.
"Why, is there a single creature on this planet that would care if I faded away?" Dr. Boskonovitch muttered.
"I would care. I would care most deeply, because you are all that I have." Alex slowly stepped forward. Boskonovitch looked into Alex's eyes with deep realization. Eyes not even human and a body not even mammalian did not matter to Dr. Boskonovitch. He saw what Alex had become over the years and it astounded him. In his haste he dropped the wire.
"Watch out!" Alex roared and leaped before the wire could even touch the Boskonovitch. He pushed the doctor out of the way and the electric wire struck Alex. For a grim moment, Dr. Boskonovitch could actually see Alex's skeleton as the electricity began to flow. Finally the wire was shook loose and Alex collapsed in a heap.
"Alex, no!" Boskonovitch hurried to the fallen reptile and gripped the monster in his arm. Great rivulets of water came rushing down Dr. Boskonovitch's face. He sobbed and sobbed for the reptile as its heart beat began to waiver. "Oh dear, I am a fool. Oh Alex, I am sorry. I am sorry that I am such an old fool. How could I have been so blind all these years? Please, don't die. I am begging you not to die. You're all that I have left. Please, don't leave me. I need you. Please, forgive me. Forgive me, my SON!"
"I forgive you." The reptilian voice coughed. "Have you forgotten that I am not human already? It will take more than a little shock to kill me."
The two held each other in an embrace the entire night. Dr. Boskonovitch wept and wept. If Alex were biologically capable of tears, the he would have wept as well. The small old man knew that there was at least one person that still cared about him. When Boskonovitch had finally cried himself to sleep, Alex stood up and carried the old man through the door on his way to Yoshimitsu's lair. "Lets go home now."