Ties That Bind - Part 2

From the Story Arc: Bear It Alone

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(posted Saturday, December 24, 2005)

"I thought that Ilyana...”

"Had perished," replied the girl coldly. "Indeed she has, in 1943 while destroying a German petrol depot. The explosion killed a thousand Germans, burned two villages, eliminated a rare species of oak trees, and destroyed the Electress herself. Faulty intelligence was deemed the cause, because some low-level staffer told her to detonate the west end of the depot instead of the east."

"Pyotor Tomifovich." The Bear snarled.

"Correct, Lt. Pyotor Tomifovich. If I remember correctly, he disappeared shortly after and was never located." She shot Bear a knowing grin, and he broke into a full smile. "Anyhow," she continued, "what is in the past is over. What concerns me is what to do about now."

The Bear crossed his arms. "Young lady, I know neither your name nor your reason for assuming that an old man like myself is your father. For all I know you could be an assassin, or worse yet, a Latvian!"

The girl smiled, "My name is Svetlana Petrovich, but the Soviet State named me 'Bejouled'. They thought it was some Amerikanski play on words or some such. My creator was Dr. Vasily Denisov."

"Creator?" The Bear's eyebrows rose.

"Indeed, creator. I was conceived, if you could deign to call it that, in a lab in 1983 from the genetic material of Ilyana Petrovich and you. I was meant to be a state-sponsored assassin and role model for workers everywhere. Dr. Denisov thought the Americans were winning the Heroic Arms Race, and took to breeding children like myself in a lab environment. I was one of only a handful of experiments to survive."

"My powers," she continued, cutting off the Soviet Bear from asking questions, "are all electricity based, a gift from my mother's mutation. They considered putting plasma chutes into my heart and skeleton, but decided that my latent powers were good enough for the employment they had in mind for me. Blah, blah, blah, the Soviet state fell apart, and I found myself studying electrical engineering in Paris."

"Were the exams hard?" the Bear inquired.

"I had an unfair advantage," Bejouled smirked. "And now the story concludes. After my graduation, the Russian government cut me loose. I stole my file from Denisov's lab, discovered you were still alive, and decided to come look for you. Now I am asking for a place to stay."

"My home is quite substandard for a girl your age." The Bear motioned toward the collection of empty ravioli cans and vodka bottles littering the room.

"I have been sleeping on the floor of a comrade's apartment. If I hear her say 'yee-haw', 'git along', or mention a horse again, I'm taking out the city power grid."

"Well, I suppose we could give it a try." The Bear sounded tired and resigned.

"What do you want me to call you? Papa?"

"No!" the Bear shouted, "I will not be 'Papa Bear'! I stop crimes, not drive a truck. Just call me Bear, like everyone else."

"That works. I am very pleased to meet you, Bear."

"Indeed," the Bear smiled and uncrossed his arms, "I am very pleased to meet you too."