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R.I.P. Angel Falls, chapter 10

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Paris, France
~2020~
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Maybe one day you will return
I know that my heart waits for you
You can not forget
The past days we spent together
My eyes never stop searching for you
Listen well, my heart calls you
We can love each other again
And you'll see life would be beautiful
Edith Piaf - Tu Es Partou

Olga always loved Paris. It reminded her of better times. The City of Lights had always been a home away from home for her since she had met Claire DeLattre and fallen in love with the French resistance fighter. She had defended it with her last ounce of strength during the war, after the Allied invasion fell and the resistance was left to battle alone. A promise she had kept to her young lover as she lay dying, shot in the back. After the war she had set up a chateau here and used it to escape from the political machinations of Moscow. Despite the fact that she was now in another dimension, and had not been back here for many years, this still felt like the same Paris she had known. The smells in the air. The food. The music. All of it brought back memories of a happier time. This was her home now. Olga tried her best to push Angel Falls out of her mind.

The American city was rebuilding slowly, but was never going to fully recover. The devastation had been incredible. Most of downtown was going to remain nothing more than ruins and scattered rubble. Whatever had happened when Walkiria...when Maia had sacrificed herself, the resulting explosion had saturated the area with a strange, low-level radiation. Almost overnight it had become a shadow of it's former glory. Several heroes and friends of hers had survived and worked with the government and city officials to rebuild. Fantastic Lin, FireBrandi, Polygirl, Connie...several of the Jacks...all of them tried to put that terrible night behind them and move forward. The Guardians had reformed, mostly out of a new generation of masked protectors and vigilantes who were less lenient with super-powered meta criminals. John Crane...Mindy's husband...had been spear-heading a great deal of the clean-operations and donation drives. When last they had spoken he was thinking of running for mayor. Olga couldn't think of a better candidate, but declined his offer to come back and help with the reconstruction or training the Guardians. Angel Falls simply held too many memories for her. Memories of her beloved wife that she tried to lock away and harden her heart to. Even a compassionate speech by dear Lin, one of her oldest and dearest friends couldn't sway her to return.

After executing Dark Star and Ilsa Hauppman, Olga had helped search for survivors and assisted best she could for a few weeks. She never answered any questions poised to her by the press about what had happened that evening, in those final moments on the streets as her worst enemies closed in. Everyone knew despite her silence. No one ever publicly attacked her for what she had done to save the city. There was however an out-pouring of sympathy towards her for the loss of Maia. The two heroines had been the First Family of Angel Falls, always battling together, being sen at the trendiest clubs and always truly, madly and deeply in love. With Maia gone Olga seemed to diminish. Her public appearances became less and less frequent. More and more she locked herself away from the public. Several months went by and the people of Angel Falls continued with their lives, leaving the Russian woman to her grief as they themselves sought to pull themselves out of their own. One newspaper article even went so far as to state that Maia's death had finished off Olga as well. To Olga the article was correct. The Soviet Superwoman had died that night with her Возлюбленный. Olga left Angel Falls that evening without saying any goodbyes. Truth be told, she could no longer face any of them. All of this could have been avoided if she had just snapped that horrid woman's neck a long time ago. Every death and injury was on her head.

In the time that had passed Olga had come to realize that she had also become physically changed from the events of that evening. Whatever energies she had been bathed in by her lover's death had also changed her. The Soviet super-soldier was larger now and far stronger. Her form physically resembled Maia's when she bulked up for a grueling battle, pulling more energy from the vortex that had been inside her. Olga had no such vortex inside her and couldn't shift back down to her former size as her lover had once been able to. It wasn't just her physicality that was altered either. Olga found herself able to project violet energies for short periods of time from her arms, channeled out through her fists...the same energies that Walkiria had been able to fire from her own hands. Her flight speed was faster as well and behind her there usually trailed a faint purplish-haze.

At times she could almost still feel her wife's presence all around her, like a will-o-the-wisp of sorts. A violet energy aura would surround her, gently caressing her muscular frame. The raven-haired woman could close her eyes and smell Maia all around her. She would breath her in and reach out her hand. For a moment it was almost as if they could both touch again, if for just one last time. Olga could see her face, smiling there in her mind's eye. Maia would lean forward, ever so slightly, and their lips would almost meet...

Then Olga would open her eyes and there would be nothing there but silence and darkness.

The first time it had happened Olga let out a cry of such despair and frustration that it was heard high into the night sky.

It was both her greatest joy and her most horrible curse.

After that night and many more like it, she had her costume altered in private by Polygirl and changed her name to the Soviet Valkyrie. It was combination of Maia's own Walkiria persona and the black and white Soviet Superwoman costume that her wife had so loved. Across her sapphire blue eyes she wore Maia's fallen visor, seeing the world as she had once seen it.

Slowly but surely the world moved on from the events of Angel Falls. Criminals re-appeared, filling the vacuum that had opened from the deaths of so many high-powered meta-human terrorists. A new generation of foes for the new generation of heroes. Many organizations such as Kim Paler's Arachnos and the Fourth Reich were fatally crippled that evening by the loss of their leaders and most of their command structures. Jane Smith had disappeared as well, not having been seen since that horrible night. Here in the capital of France things were no different than they had been in Angel Falls. Criminals, both mundane and sophisticated preyed on the populace. It didn't take long for Olga to become sick of it here in her new home. Once roused out of her self-loathing and depression, the Soviet Valkyrie was a hammer that smashed down hard on the enemies of the peace in France. Olga was ruthless in combat, taking down criminals, terrorists and would-be-conquerors with a harsh, exacting sense of justice. No longer content with simply taking them into custody to break out again, Olga broke bones and crippled limbs. Never again would what happened in Angel Falls happen again on her watch. If she could have found Jane Smith she would have apologized not for the collateral damage Hero caused, but for having judged her for the brutality she used in regard to the criminal underworld. People would sleep soundly at night under her watch from now on, her ridiculous principle of letting the ants bite her before squashing them nothing but a memory.

The sun was shining down as she patrolled near the Eiffel tower, a beautiful spring day. Her communicator went off. Olga reached her gloved hand up to the sub-dermal contact point and activated the device given to her by the Guardians what seemed like a lifetime ago. She was already anticipating it being Polygirl or Lin or someone asking how she was and how concerned they were about her new, uncompromising approach to crime-fighting...how they wanted her to come home. Olga stopped moving and hovered nearby as she instantly recognized the voice.

"I heard about what you did to the Imp and his gang. Poor bastard. Did you really drop him out off the roof? A midget?" the female voice crackled on with a bemused tone.

"Da. A midget with incredible powers of illusion. He will live." Olga said as she looked out over the beauty of the city at mid-morning. "I did not think you were so squeamish."

"Oh I'm not, he got what he asked for...but I am concerned about you my lover. We should talk, it's been too long."

"Where are you? The same place."

"The same place Olga. I miss you. You don't have to be alone with all this grief." the voice replied, "Come see me. Don't shut me out, not after all we've both been through. France will survive a few days and nights without you I promise."

Olga took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It took her a long moment to respond as she weighted all of the responses in her head. "Da....I would like to be with you...I will finish my patrol and be there."

"Good," the voice said sincerely, "I'll make arrangements for you to stay a few nights then."

To be continued...

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Fantastic image of Soviet Valkyrie created by :iconsean-loco-odonnell:, an artist who does a great deal for Angel Falls!


The much-mentioned Walkiria (and Dark Star) belongs to :iconteri-minx: and is her property.

All other mentioned Angel Falls characters are the property of their respective creators.

The Fourth Reich, Genocide, American Hero, Soviet Superwoman (and now Valkyrie) & the story are all my property and creations.

None of this would be possible with out the brilliant planning, organization skills and the wonderful commissions provided by Angel Falls own :iconandrewr255:

This of course takes place in a possible future of :iconangel-fallsda:
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