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AN: SO THIS CHAPTER REALLY DELVES INTO BUTCH'S BACKSTORY IN ORDER TO REALLY SHOW THE TRAGEDY OF THE CHARACTER.
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The Trip Up North
By CharmingCharles2896
Chapter 7: Roman Konstantinov
December 24th 1989
New York, New York
8:23 P.M.
Roman walked quietly down the street on his way back to the hotel; he was honestly enjoying his trip to America, the land of the free and home of the brave. Since he was a little child he had always wanted to go to America. He didn't have enough money to get his parents to come with him, but this was still a fun trip. He turned the corner and saw a group of men push a woman down an alley, he knew he had to act so he run as fast as he could without slipping on the icy sidewalk and entered the alley. He grabbed one of the five and spun him around punching him in the gut. Roman kicked the man's knee and broke it, sending the man to the ground. Two more of the thugs came at him, one pulled a knife and started swinging. Roman grabbed the man's wrist and smashed it against the wall making him release the knife, which he grabbed and stabbed into a thug's thigh. Of the five thugs two were down and one was close; Roman pulled the knife out and stabbed it into the third thug's side ending his night. The other two ran away quickly releasing the woman, who ran into Romans arms. Roman led her away to safety and finally stopped to look into her eyes, that's when he noticed her incredible beauty. They smiled at each other and roman spoke in fractured English.
"Hello… my name is… Roman." He spoke with a really thick accent, which caused the woman to smile as she realized he was speaking with a Bosnian accent.
"You are Bosnian?" when he didn't answer she rephrased "Jeste li iz Bosne?" the realization that she too was Bosnian was clearly apparent on his face. He quickly nodded and replied in kind.
"Da, to je tako dobro vidjeti another person from my country." She smiled at him and gave him a reply.
"So do you want to get some coffee?" he nodded and they began walking towards whatever coffee shop was close by.
Minutes later…
Roman pulled out her chair and sat down across from her.
"So what is your name miss?" she blushed as she realized she never told him.
"My name is Isabella, nice to meet you." He gave her a big smile and sipped his coffee.
"So do you live here or in Bosnia? I live in Sarajevo with my mother and father." She nodded and took a bite of her Danish.
"I live in Sarajevo as well, what a coincidence." It was clearly apparent that they were perfect for each other; the way they could talk to each other was like nothing either of them had ever experienced. Over the next year they would become closer and closer until they finally got married; the wedding was the happiest day of Romans life and he felt like a million bucks. As he carried her over the threshold into his apartment she planted small kisses on his neck and face. He dropped her onto the bed and climbed in with her, he looked down at her with pure adoration on his face.
"You make me a better man, Isabella." As the guns of revolution sounded outside Roman and his new wife began a new life together.
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August 10th, 1991
Downtown Sarajevo
1 Year Later
Everyone was in the car on their way out of town to the country to escape the war. Roman, his pregnant wife and his parents were desperately trying to escape, to get away from the war, which now waged close by. The streets were a mess with rubble, refugees and dead bodies everywhere; Roman was honestly scared for his family. He had to drive slowly as to not run over the fleeing people around him, which made it all the more scary as he heard jets drop bombs near by. He saw that one of the two sidewalks was empty for some reason so he quickly jumped the curb and sped down the sidewalk.
"Roman, please be careful. I don't want to hurt the baby." He looked away for only a moment to reassure her but it was a moment to soon when the car was hit by traffic. They all jolted as the car flipped wildly, the last thing Roman saw before being thrown from the car was the look on Isabella's face as her dead body hit the windshield. The next thing he knew he was on the ground and the car was a wreck right next to him. He over heard someone say they were all dead inside the car and he felt is world come apart at the seams. His beloved Isabella was dead and it was his fault. He saw two people crouch down and look at him as the tears stained his bleeding face.
"What's your name?" one of them asked.
"Roman." He said quietly between cries.
"Stay with me Roman, we're gonna get you to a hospital." He felt them pick him up and place him in an ox cart, which was excruciatingly painful. His life was over his slow decent into madness started with the guilt of losing everything he had left; now life was dark and bleak.
February 8th 1993
Sarajevo
18 Months Later
Roman wanted to die; he had fought in the revolution hoping he would die. He had prayed for death, but it would not come; he prayed to see her again to get back what he had lost, but she would not comeback. He was adrift in an ocean of sorrow now that seemed endless in its enormity. She was all he had left, the only good thing to ever happen to him and he knew her less then three years. She still haunted him in his dreams, sometimes asking him why he did it, why he went into traffic and got them killed. Some times it was the image of her dead lifeless face staring back at him as their car tumbled; other times it was simply the image of her at that coffee shop so long ago where they first met. The words forgive me were scribbled all over his journal as he struggled to deal with the guilt. The lack of therapists in Bosnia made it hard for him to live his life without thinking about her, about them. He was currently walking to his work at the tank factory trying not to think about it, but it consumed his thoughts. The only thing keeping him alive, was that fact that suicide was a sin and he wouldn't get into heaven and see her again if he killed himself. Other then that he had nothing to live for at all. He turned the corner and walked by a small coffee shop Isabella used to like, he had to pause to keep from crying, that's when the bomb exploded. The explosion sent him flying backwards, his head hitting the hard ground with a thud. He shrieked in pain as the flames engulfed the left side of his face leaving him permanently scared.
When he woke up a month later he had no recollection of what happened and the rest of his memory was spotty at best. The pain was unbearable as the clueless doctor's tried vainly to fix his face; instead a giant scar now crosshatched the left side of his face from his lip to his cheek bone. Since the hospital had no painkillers to spare he found himself losing his mind and that's when he met Church the man that would determine the rest of his life. When Church introduced himself he claimed he was a doctor who could make the pain stop and the guilt go away, he claimed that he was heading up a new science research project in china that could help him. Roman quickly agreed and they were off to china. When Church and Roman arrived at a strange complex in rural Hong Kong Roman knew something was up, but by then it was already to late, his fate was sealed. The first of several 'treatments' began the next day. Roman was restrained in a chair with a strange electrode device attached to his head. Church gave him a mouthpiece and stood back to speak.
"Don't worry by the time your treatment is done you'll never feel guilt again." That's when it began, thousands of volts of electricity zapped through his skull causing him to scream out in terror. This went on for probably two hours before they stopped and drugged Roman to make him sleep. This went on everyday and slowly Roman felt Isabella and everything else in his memory slip away until finally…
8 Months Later…
"What is your name?" asked Church.
"Butch, sir." He said in a semi monotone voice, whatever was left of Roman Konstantinov was buried somewhere nobody would ever find it. Butch was born. After the treatments concluded his training began, it was the most brutal experience of his life and Church finally succeeded in creating the perfect soldier. The problem was that insanity like gravity only needed a little push and he got his on his first mission.
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Church: Your mission objective is to rescue Carlos Santino's daughter from the prison in Moscow
Butch: Yes sir, I'll do whatever is necessary
Church: See that you do
END OF TRANSMISSION…
Moscow, Russia
1995
Butch dropped down from the ceiling vent and landed silently in the restroom, quickly scanning the room for hostiles he found none so he quickly changed into his Russian military uniform. Once he placed his cap on his head he grabbed his AKSU-74 and exited into the hallway. He looked both ways and decided to turn right, after a few paces he came upon a door.
Detention Block
Butch smiled and quickly picked the lock, once inside he silently closed the door behind him. He searched through the entire cellblock until he found what he was looking for. With a small smile on his face he picked the lock and entered the tiny cell; there in front of him was a girl, she was maybe 18 years old. She looked at him with terror in her eyes.
"Please, I'm begging you, don't rape me. I'll suck you, I'll make you feel real good just don't rape me." she was practically sobbing at his feet before she looked up into his eyes and reached for his zipper. Butch batted her hands away from his zipper and spoke quietly.
"Shut up!" he whispered forcefully "I'm here to get you out, so relax I'm not gonna rape you." She visibly sighed in relief; she stood up straightened herself.
"Now listen, we do this my way, you follow my orders or I'll leave you here and tell them you tried to escape." Her eyes got really big as she shook her head yes. He nodded and silently led her back into the hall. Once he got a better look at her in the light she really did remind him of someone, but he couldn't figure out whom. He refocused on the task at hand and stopped before sticking his head around the corner, once sure it was clear they stepped around the corner.
"Hey Dmitri, you finally screw that hot blond?" they both heard from down the hall.
"No, she's being a really prude." Both of the oncoming men laughed before seeing Butch and his asset trying to escape.
"Hey stop!" the two Russian started shooting. Butch led his asset into the library and on the second floor. They tipped over a shelf causing all the others to fall, which eventually blocked the door. They hid in a an isle and heard Russian soldiers enter the floor below. The floor Butch was standing on was merely metal grates that were easily see through. His asset heard the distinct clack of the action of a gun and decided to run for it. the soldiers started shooting and she quickly fell through the floor. By this time butch was running for the window, he saw her fall through and get caught by the head of the group, butch jumped through the big glass window and landed on a 2.5 ton truck. He climbed down and hid behind one of the many T-92 tanks parked nearby. He saw the head of the group shove her into the passenger seat of a car and take off before soldiers entered the parking lot; thinking quickly he turned looking for an escape when he spotted a tank and had an idea. Meanwhile in the car the head of the group was taking a pull of some liquor when they heard a car horn and turned in their seats to see a tank come bursting through the wall and begin pursuit. She smiled as the head guy in the back seat began yelling directions. They turned a corner and became stuck in traffic. He instructed the driver to turn down an alley only for the tank to continue chase while completely destroying the alley. The tiny car turned left and sped through traffic.
"Use the bumper that's what it's for!" getting his message the driver jumped the curb and began hitting people in his way. They turned onto a busy roundabout and the man in back thought they were clear; suddenly they all saw the tank tear through a Perrier truck sending cans everywhere. Butch was gaining on them, when a rather large semi truck hit the tiny car sending it's passengers tumbling down the street. Butch pulled up to the car and looked in only to find his asset dead in the passenger seat her head cracked open from hitting the windshield. The look on her face brought back something in his mind and suddenly images of a dead woman came crashing into his subconscious. Suddenly all rational thought had left him, he looked around the busy street in panic. He dropped the gun in his hands disgusted that he was even holding it and ran as fast as he could from the scene. The look on the dead girls face haunted him and now all he wanted to do was kill, to make others hurt the way he did for some reason he didn't even understand. Suddenly Butch and Roman had collided and formed the butcher a ruthless murderer. Instead of following procedure and calling church for orders he threw all of his ID's into a trashcan along with all of his other things, he found some lighter fluid and burned it all. With nothing but the clothes he was wearing Butch left the hotel and faded into the night, his fate was sealed.
Seattle, Washington,
2008
Butch turned on the light and set up his camera in front of the broken man in front of him. After 36 straight hours of torture he had finally broken the CIA spy, he had all of the information he needed now and it was only a matter of time before Chuck Bartowski, Sarah Walker, John Casey and Eleanor Bartowski were all dead. Yes he was ready now, but first he needed to finish something. He pressed record and spoke into the camera.
"Hello everybody I'm Butch and my friend and I have something we want to share with you." Butch turned the camera and showed the world his greatest achievement, Bryce Larkin.
"So tell everybody your name." Bryce felt the tears running down his face but he did nothing to stop them, he couldn't.
"Bryce Larkin." Butch moved the shaky camera closer to Bryce.
"Now Bryce I want you to look at me and tell the world what it is you really do for a living." Bryce didn't move at all. "LOOK AT ME!" Butch boomed in an unusually low tone. Bryce looked into the camera.
"I'm CIA agent Bryce Larkin." Butch smiled a sadistic smile and continued.
"Yes, yes you are and who was your last partner? The blonde one?" Bryce let out a strangled sob as he battled with himself; Butch ran his hand down Bryce's cheek.
"Sh, sh, sh, sh." Butch uttered with a sick grin on his face.
"Sarah Walker." Uttered Bryce quietly, Butch nodded and continued.
"Tell the world what her current assignment is." Bryce looked away. "Go ahead, they already know."
"The protection of the Human Intersect." Butch smiled even bigger as he turned the camera and spoke to the CIA.
"Now you see, I've broken him, he's told me everything and there is nothing that will stop me from killing Chuck Bartowski, Sarah Walker and everybody else he knows and loves. Bye." Butch laughed crazily into the camera before shoving a large knife into Bryce's throat and leaving it there. Of coarse this was all caught on camera, but then again that was the point.
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