How They Should Have Died Chapter 2: Act 2: Kravchenko, a call of duty fanfic

Act 2: Kravchenko

This chapter features our favorite bastard, Lev Kravchenko. I mean he may be a rabid dog and not a manipulator but he deserves an even more brutal death. And Woods survives.

Kravchenko I.

He approached the door that separated him from his kill, the objective of vengeance: Lev Kravchenko, Dragovich's lapdog. Already he could feel the bastard from behind it. It took him seven years, from Operation Zapata, the failed attempt to assassinate Fidel Castro; to Baikunor, where he and his team, under the direct orders of President Kennedy, sabotaged the Soviet space program by destroying their latest Soyuz rocket and killing members of the Ascension group, a group of high-caliber Nazi scientists working with the Russians to further the technological reach of the Soviet Union. They also saved their agent, Grigori Weaver, from Kravchenko and tried to kill both him and Dragovich, their third main objective. They succeeded in killing the latter.

... Or so they thought. They hijacked BRDM-1 armored car and shot his limousine to kingdom come. Mason wanted to see the body but Woods assured him that he was roasted to death in the attack. Unconvinced, he went around the world for five years to hunt him, if he was ever alive.

Laos. Kravchenko was around. And he saw him again. At the crash site. With Dragovich, alive and well. And he stomped him in the face again. The bastards went on with their plans, sending him, Woods, and Bowman to the Vietcong, who will decide their fate with a thug Kravchenko left behind to oversee the proceedings. He and those gooks are dead now. And so is most the NVA along the path of destruction they cut through with the stolen Hind and they killed every damn Russian at his compound. They freed Reznov and a number of POWs. He was to be given to Dragovich, who will pronounce final judgment on him. No longer. Mason told him, "We're in charge of our own destiny now, Reznov. Kravchenko must die."

Now is the time for vengeance. He kicked through it. The bastard's reckoning has finally arrived! But he was caught off guard. Kravchanko ambushed him. He doesn't know if it's a chair or a table. The blow was hard. It knocked him over and disoriented him. He lay there as he so Woods and Kravchenko fighting. And the bastard won, ramming his elbow into Woods' solar plexus and right-hooking him in the face. As soon he was knocked out his best friend, Kravchenko turned to Mason. Acting quickly, he grabbed his gun to shoot him. But Kravchenko stomped his wrist before he leveled it to his head.

"Arggh!" Mason grunted in pain as the hard boot crashed into his wrist.

"Not this time, American," he said to him contemptuously. He crashed a fist into his face and stomped and kicked him several times. As he did so, he recognized the face. He said, "You... again... I should have killed you in Vorkuta, svoloch!" He then kicked him some more, landing blow after angry blow on Mason. In the midst of the blows, Mason decided he was not gonna be helpless any longer. As soon as he was going to land another blow, he quickly grabbed his foot and twisted it. It was so sudden that he spun him to the floor. Mason quickly stood up and approached the Russian sprawling on the floor.

"My turn now, cocksucker," he grabbed and turned him around and began punching rapidly him in the face, grunting with fury for everything he went through. He then snatched him up by the collar and slammed his head against the rock wall. He then proceeded to kick him and punch him several times at the back before throwing him back to the floor. God, it felt good to dish out some revenge. And he'll do it for Reznov, Bowman and Petrenko. He overturned him so he could to talk to him, "How do you like that when someone fucks you back? Motherfucker!" He then crashed his elbow into his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him.

He groaned loudly and Mason lifted him up back to his feet. He took out a small told him, "An eye for an eye." He was going to gouge out an eye from his face for Weaver.

But as he did, the Russian quickly spat at his eye. Stunned, Mason released his hold. The odds have evened for Kravchenko. He punched Mason on the face and his opponent staggered. But Mason shot back by grabbing his neck, throttling him. He tried to kick him but Mason crashed his back against the wall and his knee into his stomach. He grabbed his wrist in a vain effort to wrest them away. But Mason was too strong, revenge fueling his strength. As they grunted, he didn't notice Kravchenko slipped his hand into the top of his belt until the last minute.

"You..." he choked, "will... die... with me!" He pulled a string attached to his grenade-laden bandolier. Acting quickly, he flopped him back to the floor and swiftly dragged a semi-conscious Woods behind an over-turned heavy metal desk.

The Russian, lying belly down, exploded into a ball of fire, filling the room with hot air and an ear-splitting thunder. As the smoke and noise cleared, a nauseating smell of cordite and burnt flesh. Mason crawled out from the table and surveyed the room. Colonel Lev Kravchenko was no more. The room dimmed, leaving only the lights of the outside.

"22, 45, 67, 89, 23, 14, 56, 91...," The voice of woman broadcaster played in his head again. He does not know what they mean.

He turned around and saw a silhouette. It was Reznov. He asked, "Are you okay...," he grabbed Mason's hand, "... Mason?"

"Reznov?" He asked as he stood up. He then turned around and saw a bulletin board with a map of Indochina and some notes. He looked down on a desk filled with a stack of papers, some backs, two photos and a map. One in a frame showed an Arctic scene: the soldier holding a swastika banner was most likely Dmitri Petrenko, a jubilant smile on his face from brandishing the spoils of war. The Russian soldier holding a rifle with a scowl is no doubt Lev Kravchenko. In the middle was a German officer, obviously Friedrich Steiner. On the foreground his Nikita Dragovich in officer's garb. His hands trembled in rage and fire filled his eyes. He wanted to kill him now. And on the left is Reznov, grizzled from combat.

He then looked away from the frame and turned to the map and other photo. The photo contained Steiner as he was today. On the map is a marked location in the Aral Sea: Vozrozhdeniya or Rebirth Island.

"Is this place where Steiner is hiding?" He asked his friend.

"No doubt he is there," Reznov replied, "ready to revel in the perverse glory of his poison, Nova-6, in its course of horribly ending the lives of innocent men, women and children."

"And where gonna pay that bastard a visit," Mason added.

"He will die at the cradle where he nursed his evil. Dragovich, Kravchenko, Steiner. All must die..." Reznov announced. Mason turned to the door way to see a POW enter.

"Soldier," he ordered him, "get this man some medical attention." He pointed to Woods.

"Yes, sir!" The soldier dutifully replied and turned to his friend to treat him as Mason stalked out of the room, ready to settle a score for Reznov in the Soviet Union. Then his sight flashed back to the interrogation room.

"For God's sake... Where is the numbers station?" The electronic voice demanded angrily.

Kravchenko II.

He lay there on the floor as Woods and Kravchenko fought. And Kravchenko slashed a knife across his chest knocked him on the floor.

Mason screamed, "Woods!" He couldn't believe it. Then the bastard spun around to where the noise came from.

Thinking quickly, he struggled to coaxed his weak hand to pick up the pistol. He did but Kravchenko crashed his boot on his wrist.

"Arghh!" He grunted in pain.

"Not this time, American," He contemptuously said, then gave him a punch in the face and kicked him brutally several times. He then recognized the face and added, "You... again... I should have killed you in Vorkuta!" However, Woods quickly drawed a knife and plunged the blade into his back.

He half-screamed in pain. He was caught off-guard.

Wrapping his arm around his neck to grip him, Woods whispered harshly, "Got you now, you son of a bitch!"

Kravchenko reached into his belt and said, "You... will... die... With me." He pulled the string attached to the pins of several grenades in his belt. Thinking quickly, Woods threw him out the room and slammed the door and locked it. He dove on Mason's body and a loud explosion rocked the cave and knocked the door out of its hinges and crashing through the glass window of the office.

They both stood up. Mason turned to Woods. "Thanks, buddy." He exclaimed.

"Anytime, Mason," he grinned. He looked at his chest and realized the slash was severe.

"Jesus Christ, Frank!" He blurted, "you need that wound treated!"

Woods looked down on his chest and said, "You're right...," He then faced Mason again, "it's just a flesh wound..." Then he dropped on the floor. Shocked, he grabbed him.

"I got you, Woods." He looked around for help and spotted a group of soldiers coming to inspect the room.

He then shouted to them, "Hey! This man needs some medical attention!"

"Yes, sir," they said as he took him from Mason and lifted him out the room. He looked around to survey the wrecked room.

He then turned around and saw a bulletin board with a map of Indochina and some notes. He looked down on a desk filled with a stack of papers, some backs, two photos and a map. One in a frame showed an Arctic scene: the soldier holding a swastika banner was most likely Dmitri Petrenko, a jubilant smile on his face from brandishing the spoils of war. The Russian soldier holding a rifle with a scowl is no doubt Lev Kravchenko. In the middle was a SS officer, obviously Friedrich Steiner. On the foreground is Nikita Dragovich in officer's garb. His hands trembled in rage and fire filled his eyes. He wanted to kill him now. And on the left is Reznov, grizzled from combat.

"Kravchenko is dead...," Reznov said as he entered the room. He saw Mason stand in it, looking at the maps and papers.

"Mason, "he added, "we don't have much time." Mason turned around to see his comrade... his brother from Vorkuta. He added, "Dragovich will unleash his evil upon the world if we don't stop him."

"Then we better go," he replied, "he's not gassing anyone any longer." They both left the office to pay a visit to Steiner, the bastard creator of Nova-6 at the cradle of the Soviet Union's top-secret biological weapons research.

"Dragovich, Kravchenko, Steiner," he added. "All must die." Then Mason came back to the interrogation room where his unseen captors where asking him questions and demanding answers.

"For God's sake... Where is the numbers station?" The electronic voice raged at him.

Read, enjoy and review my altered tale of revenge. Dragovich will soon die. Rest in Peace, Bowman and Petrenko.