This chapter covers my version of Tropy's beginnings. Kinda graphic here, with extras that are not in the series. Also, it's lengthy. And I don't go into detail about some situations here. Enjoy!
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Chapter 4: Tropy's Origin
Dr. Nefarious Tropy was born at an American military base in Moscow, Russia. The half Russian, half Slovakian, American scientist made his first acquaintance with death at the tender age of 9, when he witnessed the brutal murder of his parents at the hands of the most notorious crime boss in Russia, Boss Kutanski.
And after his parents were killed, they set the house they lived in on fire.
Somehow, Tropy survived.
He swore revenge.
Luckily for him, Boss Kutanski was a gay pedophile.
At 11, he got his revenge. After killing Kutanski, he wiped out the rest of his clan.
By 20, he was the top assassin in Russia.
At 25, he assisted in my near death- including being responsible for the disappearance and possible kidnapping of my soulmate.
However, that day, he made one fatal mistake.
He should have succeeded.
After he assisted, Amberly backed him financially and philosophically in his conquest to becoming top dog in Russia.
There was a war with many clans over who would rule vice in the underworld of Russia. After he helped Amberly, it was Tropy and his clan, the Warnotts, who proved victorious.
Before I go any further, let me describe Tropy's clan.
At the counsel table, to Tropy's left is his lawyer, second-in-command, and best friend, Tony Pultz- another protege' of Amberly's.
The girl in back, also to Tropy's left, is 17 year old Kiki Bomber. Kiki may be young, but what she lacks in age, she makes up for in madness.
She once killed a man because he didn't hit on her the way she wanted him to.
Mad chick.
The man in back to Tropy's right is Bobo Nuckers, the general of Tropy's personal army, the Warnotts.
Now, in case you're wondering, how could a half Russian, half Slovakian, American be king of clans in Russia?
I'll tell you.
The subject of Tropy's ethnic background came up only once the night Tropy assumed leadership.
The man across the table who seems bound and determined to break the celebratory mood is Boss Tikamon.
And what Boss Tikamon thinks is...
(what is said by them is in Russian translated in English)
(slams his plate across the table)
Boss Kochu: Tikamon! What is this anger for? This is a night of celebration!
B.T.: And what are we celebrating? The perversion done to this counsel?
Boss Noka: How dare you! You disrespect our brother! Apologize!
Tropy: (claps his hands) Tikamon, of what perversion do you speak?
B.T.: Our forefathers started this counsel. And while you all laugh like stupid donkeys, shame is brought to their names!
B.N.: Outrageous! You bastard! (throws cup at B.T.)
B.T.: (throws cup back) Son of a bitch!
T: Gentlemen! (slight pause) Tikimon obviously has something on his mind. By all means, let him speak.
B.T.: The perversion done to this counsel... which I love... more than my own children... is making a half Russian half Slovakian American prick it's leader!
(Tropy steps onto the table, walks over to Tikimon, and slices his head off. Counsel gasps and lapses into silence.)
T: So that you know how serious I am... I'm going to say this in English. (draws sword on table) As your leader, I encourage you from time to time, always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If a particular course of action is against sound reasoning, tell me so. But allow me to convince you, and I promise you this here and now, that no subject will be taboo... Except the subject previously discussed. The price you pay for bringing up my heritage as a negative is;I collect your frickin' head. Just like this sucker here.
Now if any of you sons of bitches, have anything else to say, NOW IS THE TIME! (slight pause) I didn't think so. Gentlemen, this meeting is adjourned. (all translated into Russian by Tony)
Tropy was next on my list. But before that, I needed training and a good sword.
Now about my sword...
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Done at last! Sorry for no details about certain situations in this chapter. It's long enough, believe. Also, sorry for the delay; I worked my brain into a pulp yesterday, and could not type. I'd REALLY like some reviews, please! Fifth chapter tomorrow!