BREAKTROUGH FOR STEVEN MAC DANTOSCH AND HIS SISTER,EMMANUELLE BURROWS ?...
Steven Mac Dantosch and Emmanuelle Burrows had already long
months of adventurous travelling across the entire United States behind
them.What for others might have been an incredible chain of events for them was
bitter and bitter.They had to move from place to place,sometimes within
hours.The reason was simple:their nemesis,Harry Gullivers and his mafia.They
knew the most powerful godfather of America must have used all his resources in
order to find them.They knew he must have been enraged to the highest levels of
enragement.There was no need for imagination in this respect.No one ever did so
much damage to the godfather as Steven Mac Dantosch who not only kidnapped wife
of his son,David Gullivers,but also dared to cut off his genitals,the treasure
of the male part of the world.This must have been crime in the eyes of Harry
Gullivers compared with the genocide policies of the most ruthless dictators in
the history.How could anyone dare to harm his own son! Steven Mac Dantosch
imagined the fury on the face of his archenemy and every time he had the
grimaced image of Harry Gullivers before him he smiled.He was pleased he managed
to harm the guy somehow.It was still uncomparably less of the harm in comparison
with all the harm Harry Gullivers caused on him and his family.A drop in the
-“You’ll pay for your deeds!”- Steven Mac Dantosch swore hundreds of
He had no any other choice for the moment as to hide because he has not known
where Harry Gullivers lived.But especially because of his sister.He had to care
for her.No harm could have been done to her anymore.She was so gentle! It was
simple a miracle she survived the evils her husband,David Gullivers,and her
husband’s father did to her.Steven Mac Dantosch bited his teeth from
unbearable pain:how could anyone force his sister to prostitution,how could it
be possible that her own husband enforced it…It was like a pact with Satan.He
knew both Gullivers will have to pay the price.He won’t stop until he will
bring them to justice.What irony was it all? He was after the biggest killers of
the century,after satanic men simply while they were after him and with them all
the forces of America.It was he,Steven Mac Dantosch,who was the scapegoat and
the man on the run.It was he who was actually number one on the most wanted list
of criminals! Was it not a devilish irony? God,no one would even look in his
face if he were caught.He was the most hated man in the States while Harry
Gullivers the most cherished and celebrated one,a potential presidential
One could just say:”Welcome to hell”.His sister,Emmanuelle Burrows,was
unable to pinpoint where Harry Gullivers really lived.Whenever she was brought
to his estate her eyes were binded or she was narcotised by some powerful doses
of strange drugs.They had no other choice,therefore,as to hide.At least for some
time.His sister got used somehow to his presence.She still distrusted him but
seemed to have accepted his persuasion to give him chance and some time to prove
his innocence to her and the world.The key to proving it was in Harry
Gullivers.It looked they danced with devils in a real vicious circle.On the one
hand Harry Gullivers was after him and on the other hand he had no any other
choice as to find Harry Gullivers,to get through to him and force him to
announce to the world he is not a killer and especially not a psychopathic
killer.It was nearly impossible to do,especially in such circumstances,when FBI
and every single police department was after him.The police in every US state
was on alert.Despite all these he still sticked to his belief that nothing is
impossible.If not this belief he would simply crash down and became nothing,a
Where they have not already been! In Florida,Texas,up north in Chicago and
Denver,far west in Los Angeles and finally they found themselves in tremendously
picturesque San Francisco.Disguised,of course.They looked more hippies than
ordinary people,perhaps some students on their wild adventurous trip.They rented
a room in a private hotel,from which there were spectacular views onto the
Pacific Ocean’s landscape.The Allmighty Pacific till the far horizon and much
nearer a golden beach filled with sexy figures of those who enjoyed staying on
the beach and swimming in the sea.At the opposite side of their apartment they
had a lookout at a picturesque park called Buena Vista Park.It was filled with
lovers in the evening and night hours.There was not far to the city from their
hotel.The nearest was the so called Chinatown,part of the town inhabited mainly
by the Chinese and Asian Americans.
Emmanuelle Burrows stayed usually in the apartment,watched TV,read books and
designed fashion projects what was her most intellectual drive.She had a
naturally inclined interest in fashion.She was afraid to go out alone.There was
a large amount of fear within her psychic being that she might be once again
kidnapped by the people of Harry Gullivers.She dreaded return to the mafia
nest.God,she was sick of it.If it happened she would collapse mentally.She
needed to be assisted by her brother so they usually sketched the schedules of
the forthcoming days such a way they could always be together while fulfilling
their plans which not always were complemanting to each other.She needed
sometimes to go to the beauty center,something what was the least in the
interest of her brother.The other time Steven Mac Dantosch desired to rent a
motor boat and go deep into the sea what did not appealed to Emmanuelle Burrows
They have already stayed for about two weeks in their private hotel and had
uneasy feelings they will have to go on moving once again.How they loved this
place!It was already evening,there were still some people on the nearby beach
some of whom were lovers entertwined with each other.Oh,just Eros work!
Emmanuelle Burrows sat before TV and tried to find something interesting to
watch.Her mind was filled with the thoughts about her brother.True to say she
was not absolutely sure any more whether her brother indeed killed her
boyfriend.But she could not say also he did not do it.-“I saw it!”- There
was always her final reaction.She was thrilled,however,with all the newscoverage
concerning her brother.The stories about his homosexuality and gay prostitution
were a sheer nonsence! Probably the journalists who wrote that articles were
themselves gays! It was here where she did not need a proof.She knew her brother
was not a gay.It was here also she realised the data about her brother might
have been manipulated and therefore not true.If this was the case then there was
exercised a treason case against her brother by the federal agencies of the
state,the police and the media.
The programs on TV were somehow dull this time.She continued to seek something
what might catch her attention.Yes,she thought she found it.It was a
presidential campaign.Soon,in half a year or perhaps in a year there was
scheduled a presidential election.The interviewer announced all three hopefuls
will be presented to the public.First there was interview with one of two
Republican candidates.He was not very impressive.Definitely too old and too old
fashioned.A man of the past,unfitable to the challenges facing new
generations.Too dogmatic and too much dependable on religious views.He might
have been good in the nineteenth century but certainly not in the last decade of
the twentieth century.No,she would not choose him for President.The second one
was a Democrat,grey haired and serious looking.He also was too old although a
bit more down to Earth with the realities of the new generations.But still far
behind.A president should be a locomotive and not someone behind.No,he also was
not good.She felt amused because she realised how little Americans had to choose
from.Then there was presented the third candidate,also a Republican.When
Emanuelle Burrows looked at him,she thought she was strucked by a
thunderbolt.She became pale and thought whatever strength she had within herself
-“Mathew!...Mathew!...Come here!”- She called her brother by his real
name.Steven Mac Dantosch has just shaven himself in bathroom but when he heard
the panicked voice of his sister he took to his legs and appeared before her in
a split of seconds.
-“What’s the problem,Emma…”- He did not finished the sentence of his
question,shocked by the images of despair,hatred,fear and whatever other
feelings which danced on the Emmanuelle’s face.She was fingering at the TV
screen in which one of the candidate’s,Toni Barrington,was interviewed.
-“It’s him!It’s him!It’s him!…”- Emmanuelle Burrows,still
pale,repeated numblessly.She began to weep.Steven Mac Dantosch came up to her
and took her firmly to his hands.
-“Emmanuelle,tell me what’s that?”- He felt she had something crucial to
She stopped crying and looked up again at the TV screen,with unmaskable hatred.
-“He…He is…Harry Gulliver’s man!…He is a mafia man!…I saw him a
number of times with Harry Gullivers…And,oh God,he raped me…He was so cruel
to me…So sadist…Oh,no…”- She began to cry once again.
Steven Mac Dantosch did not know how to react.He felt there evolved a sort of
ignition or a lightning within him.He began to look intensively at the guy who
was interviewed.At the guy who was on his way to the highest position within the
United States Of America.He felt he also became pale because he realised
suddenly the ultimate game of Harry Gullivers.That game was to reach to the
Presidency of the United States.Moving to the White House! God,he never thought
it might be so easy! So easy for someone as Harry Gullivers,the godfather! There
was Al Capone,there was Corleone and a number of other mafia men but this one
happened to reach higher,to the Presidency itself! Was it not a denomination
against the people in this country?!...Against the world?!...Against God?!...
He must have looked strangely,because it was Emmanuelle Burrows who looked now
-“Mathew,you seem to be strangely excited…”- She said,with accusation in
He put both his hands on her arms.
-“Emmanuelle,I think we’ve got a light in that long tunnel of
darkness…”- He announced to her mysteriously.
-“What do you mean?”
-“Don’t you see it? Look,Toni Barrington is the Harry Gullivers’ man.He
must be consulting with his chief quite often.They must meet…”
-“So what?…”- Emmanuelle Burrows still have not understood.
-“So…he is the thread which can bring us to Harry Gullivers!”- Steven Mac
Dantosch announced triumfally.
-“But we don’t even know where is he?...I mean Toni Barrington…”
-“That’s the least of the problem.We just follow the newscoverage on TV and
other medias.He schedules campaigns across the States,doesn’t he?!”
Emmanuelle Burrows laughed out.Perhaps the first time for a long time.
-“Mathew,you’re crazy! You don’t mean to follow him,do you?”
-“Just the opposite,Emmanuelle.We must folow him in order to get over to Harry
Gullivers.This is the only chance for me,for you,for our father,for our family
and,God,for this country!!!!”
Emmanuelle Burrows became pale again.
-“Oh,Mathew,I fear so much!- She whispered.
He had desire to take her into his arms and calm her down but knew he could not
do it.Not yet.Her boyfriend’s death shielded them both away from each other.
-“Everything will be good,Emmanuelle.You’ll see! We have to go away from
this place yet this night.”- He said instead.
She just said nothing.It looked she understood him.The key to their freedom was
in destroying Harry Gullivers.But it was so unrealistic!…
Yet,before they moved away Emmanuelle Burrows had occasion to see yet another
face of her brother,perhaps the one which mirrored him the most. He reached to
the phone and dialled.He was so much pained at that moment,so much someone who
was in love.Was he in love? She has never known it so far.She has never asked…
A moment later she has witnessed yet another world.
-“Melissa,it is you?"- She heard her brother saying to the phone.
-"Is it you,Melissa?…Oh,thanks to God I managed to reach
you…Yes,Melissa,it’s me…Your Steven…I love you…I love you so
much…Yes,I still have to be in the States….Be patient…Wait for me…I
think all the evil which happened to me and is still happening will be over
within one year…Yes,I promise it to you…I love you,Melissa…You’re mine
nad mine only,forever!…Oh,thank you,Melissa…You’re my angel…Don’t
fear,I’ll manage to get over to Harry and,yes,I’ll bring him to justice.Say
‘Hello’ to your parents…Do you have many friends in that village you live
with your parents?… It’s Braschatt,isn't it?…Have I learnt to pronounce it
correctly?…Oh,that’s great! One day we’ll enjoy together the beauty of
your village…It must be not far from there to Antwerp,the town of Anthony van
Dijk and Peter Paul Rubens,which I desire to see...Melissa,what do you study
now?…Informatics?…That’s fantastic! I’m so proud of
you,Melissa…Oh,yes,yes…I’ll call you soon!…Goodbye my love!…”
Emmanuelle Burrows could not believe her eyes when she saw her brother going
away from the telephone,visibly shaken emotionally,with reddened eyes.He went to
the bathroom and stayed there so long as to regain himself.He probably did not
want to show the weakness of his emotional state to his sister.When he appeared
before her he was all himself again.
-“Let’s go.”- He just said.
They went to their jeep and went ahead themselves into the darkness of the
night.This time it were them who were going to become the hunters.
Even Emmanuelle Burrows herself,so non-violent,just bited her teeth.She knew
what did it mean.Enough was enough! This was something what every person in his
or her life said at some point of their lives.
The windows of the jeep were open,the wind-wild bursting at times-thrusted at
their faces and they had impression they heard the legendary trio of
tenors:Pavarrotti,Carrera and Domingo.Yet another tenor,Jose Cura,joined them
and they performed before the face of God,singing ultimate songs about
humanity,dark corridors of the human mind which brought men against men and
about the light in some endless tunnel which gave a chance to every person on
the planet Earth.God,it was devine! It was bigger than life! Immortal! No wonder
the wind blew wildly at their faces and their jeep as if a number of virginious
mustangs crossed their way somewhere there in the neighborhood of Californian
Sacramento which they were just passing,on their way further to the heartland of
America.Oh,how bewildered they were!...
To be continued…Author: Thaddeus Hutyra,e-mail: email@example.com
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