It seemed the wind was the only friend to Tadek
Vangard.Once again he drove across the North Island,this time down to
Wellington.The image of Carlos did not terrify him.
-“Shit with him!”- He exclaimed once and felt so much angry he speeded the
car,Ford Mondeo,to over two hundred and twenty kilometers per hour.It was
sunny,fortunately and the road was dry.So he was lucky,somehow,taking also into
the account he was not encountered by a police patrol.If they spotted him with
that speed his driving licence would be taken away from him instantly.
Everybody would be surprised by his decision of going down to Wellington.The
biggest danger was just there.He did not care less this time.He was fed up,he
was absolutely fed up with his vagabond life.He got already some calls from his
older brother,Marek Vangard,who asked him to send containers with clothing and
sport shoes,produced cheaply in the Pacific Islands and especially in Bali and
Western Samoa.How could he do it when he could face either Carlos or the spies
sent by Andreyev Golubin,the Russian spymaster? No,there was no way to do it for
the time being.His brother had to wait.He was angry at the Americans.They got
the strategy from him and dumped him into a country which was not chosen by
him.Even a paradise could be a hell if one were sent to a place one did not
choose.What an American,or anyone else,would say if instead of going to
Paris,the town of eternal love-the french love as anybody knew-was instead sent
to Greenland where no human being could be seen around? There was no chance to
make love-or do sex as others prefer to say-with a polar beer!
In fact,Tadek Vangard did not intend to stay long time in Wellington.Perhaps a
day or two.He promissed to himself to be careful.His intention was to go to the
South Island where the possibility of being a fugitive to Carlos was
minimized.It was sure he would visit there Dick Butterby.He thought they had a
bond of friendship and he would enjoy very much staying some time in the villa
located on the cliffs overlooking the majestic Pacific.To most New Zealanders
Pacific was a wonder.Not to Tadek Vangard.He felt like if he were Napoleon
Bonaparte on the St.Helen Island.No passport and therefore no way to get out of
New Zealand.It was so much down to Earth.How ironic was it! He,a man who
emigrated in order to be a free man was instead a man being targeted by the
reality to a maddening point.How many times he had to take his own mind into
both of his hands the way he did it with the steering wheel of his car?! Was it
not maddening? Was it not a sixth dimension? Yet there were people who would
never appreciate it,anywhere around the world.Those people had nothing in their
minds as just satisfying their own bellies and it ended on that.They did not
care for anything,the least for the environment.With such people the planet
could only be doomed...
He arrived in Wellington in the early morning hours.He was approaching the
mysterious Beethoven House in the vicinity of Mount Victoria ran by enigmatic
Alex,the man who prefered doing what he did than being a lawyer.He smiled to
himself because he knew what will be his first expierence when he will enter the
house.It was already one or two minutes to seven a.m. and time for waking up the
baggage-traveller tourists,by the means of the Beethoven music.There was a
chance Alex himself would play the music on his large,mahogany fortepiano.It was
the case,indeed.The moment Tadek Vangard entered the hostel he heard
Beethoven’s “Appassionata”,played so originally and so good there was no
doubt it was performed by the owner of the hostel.Some tourists awaited already
in the kitchen and listened vividly.There were among them those who arrived in
this hostel just for that.The legend of the Beethoven House was already
international.Some tourists got the news as far away as in Asia or even
Americas.The other tourists who did not care for the virtues of the sort of
music as represented by Beethoven,rushed out of their beds to the shower
rooms,dressed up hurriedly and were coming down to the kitchen.Everybody desired
free toastes of sandwiches with jam and coffee,tea or cacao to choose from.
When the owner of the hostel appeared in the kitchen he was greeted with
ovation.He saw Tadek Vangard instantly.
-“Hi,Tadek! I’m happy I see you alive and whole!”- He rushed to him and
offered a hand shake.
-“Alex,can I speak to you for a moment? I mean,just you and me.Nobody can hear
us.”-Tadek Vangard got straight to the point.
A concern appeared on Alex’s face.
-“Of course! Let’s go to my room!”- He said.
-“Hey,pals! Don’t bother and have breakfast without me! I’m back in a
moment!”- He shot a few words to those who still looked at him.They went to
his room which was kept a frivolous way,with many antics here and there.He
closed the door behind them.
-“What’s the problem,Tadek?”- he asked then.
-“Nobody can know anything about me,Alex. Carlos,the assassin is seeking me
and besides some Russians sent to assassinate me by a guy who was a chief of KGB
and,I’m afraid,is running Russia’s new spy agency.”
-“But…why they want to kill you?”
-“Oh,Alex,it’s a long story! It’s a pure revenge…”
-“A revenge?…What’s for?”
-“I passed a strategy,a so called Beehive strategy to the Americans.If it
didn’t happen the New Zealand government might have been overthrown by a
communist coup and the Soviet Union forces,as well as the Soviet Union itself
would still be very much alive and threatening the free world…”
-“It’s hard to believe it,Tadek.”
-“Please,believe me.It really was the case!
-“So…why they,I mean the Yankees,haven’t taken you to the States?…Why
they don’t protect you?…
-“Oh,Alex,try to understand them!…I have no idea! I simply face yet another
nightmare! I can’t live like that!”
-“No,Tadek,whatever evil you deal with,you must face to it.You should demand a
protection from the Americans! There is Embassy here in Wellington.”
-“If I went to the Embassy it would be my gravest mistake.I’d be shot on the
spot! I’m sure they’re waiting there for me!”
-“Oh,shit! So what can I do for you!”
Tadek Vangard smiled sadly to him.
-“Do nothing.I just wanted to confess with someone I can trust.I feel better
now.You promise you won’t say to anyone about me?”
-“Sure as hell!”
-“Tadek,what are you going to do?”
-"I’ll stay here a few days.If you don’t mind,naturally.Then I’ll go
to the South Island.I’m safer there."
-“I wish you good luck,Tadek.In the meantime,be my guest and enjoy
They returned to the kitchen and had a breakfast with the travellers,many of
whom were from different parts of the world,nearly from four points of the
world! Then someone reached for a guitar and played some country music.They felt
united as if they were brothers and sisters.If only the world could feel the
same way…Why there was so much hatred among the nations of the world? Why
Israelis and Palestinians hated themselves so much? Why as much hatred both the
Indians and Pakistanis directed against themselves? Why they threatened
themselves with their nuclear weapons? And what about Kashmir and poor Kashmir
people,the nation which was split in half by the two powerful antagonists? Cry
freedom,Kashmir people,cry independence! How people could be cruel to each
-“God,forgive them because they don’t know what they do!”- A soul of the
just pierced the sky with its call.
Tadek Vangard felt he was recovering from his agonies.It could happen only in
such a place as was the Beethoven House.The young,friendly tourists with their
free spirits,the music played on various instruments,the endless conversations
and shared laugh…Simply magics! And then came the evening.Tadek Vangard went
outside,to the garden and let himself to be overwhelmed with the fabulous beauty
of the Wellington harbour,in the face of the city lights and the shiny stars on
the sky which seemed to have been having a romance as if taken straight away
from the Shakespearan “Romeo & Juliet” poem! Simply breathless! Tadek
Vangard was not surprised tourists were coming as far as to New Zealand.He
stayed in the garden till the late of the night,overpowered by the beauty of the
night.Strangely,he seemed to have been hearing some songs from the “Phantom of
the Opera” musical.The imagination,of course! It was really a night of music
at least deep within his dreaming mind.And yet there was another vision within
his mind before he went to the bed.That of Statui of Liberty…Somewhere
there…so far away! The Statui which was beyond his reach.Yet he emigrated
firstly there,to the Statui of Liberty! Because,as he promissed once to
himself,he wanted to pay homage to the Statui,the one who safegurded human
rights of the individual,of every individual…He promissed to himself to bring
a toast to freedom once he will find himself in the vicinity of the Statui of
Liberty.Perhaps he will be lucky to do it in the restaurant which as he knew was
located in the crown of the Statui...No,he had a long way yet...As if he had to
cross from one dimension to another one…His beloved Statui,as much beloved to
billions of people,was so far away…Despite it,he did not doubt he will find
himself in New York one day.The feeling was like an eternal fire which powered
him against all antagonisms and even antipodes he had to deal with.He knew one
day that cruel glass curtain by which he was engulfed so much will simply fall
down and break into billions of pieces.He will be free,at last!…
The next day was very similar.It was yet just another wonder day there in New
Zealand,from the perspective of ordinary New Zealanders.The following days and
nights could be so much similar,as if there was no need to bother for
anything.People lived in a perpetuous peace,unconcerned and even carelless to
quite a high degree.
On the third day Tadek Vangard said goodbye to Alex and everyone else at the
Beethoven House and went away.He managed to find himself on the ferry yet the
same morning which took him to Picton.Then he just continued his travel in his
Ford Mondeo.Overnight he spent in the car parked alongside a motorway.Despite
that it was cold outside he did not feel like that inside a comfortable sleeping
bag.He prayed only no gangsters would find themselves in the vicinity because if
it were a case he would find himself in trouble.He had a very bad sleep and
despite that there was still a night,not yet five a’clock,he decided to get on
going with his car.He put music on and listened this time to the fabulous Barbra
Streisand’s voice.She was absolutely great in her singing and he loved her for
that.He thought if there were singers who would fascinate future generations
Barbra Streisand was certainly one of them.In that voice of her was pure
magics,unbelivable dose of sweetness,brilliant performance and incredible sound
above all.She kept him awoken for the rest of the night and till the late
morning.In the meantime he was nearer and nearer Christchurch and thought it
realistic to get there by noon.So,perhaps,he could enjoy a lunch time together
with Dick Butterby,his two children and the lady who looked after the children
and the house.
He reached the house indeed just around the noon.He entered the courtyard
without a noice,so slowly as it was masterminded only by expierenced policemen
in their patrol cars.The Dick Butterby’s helicopter was parked in the
courtyard alongside two luxuary cars and yet another car which had to belong to
the lady who worked in the villa.There was not a rustle being heard when he got
off his car and approached the window or rather the entire wall of glass he knew
there was a dining room behind it.He just wanted to make a friendly surprise to
Dick Butterby.The curtains were not closed so he had a chance to see whether
Dick was there or not.
He looked in and…he was instantly overpowered by shock which seemed to have
skyrocketed.What he saw could not be real.Both Dick Butterby’s children sat on
the floor in a corner of the room and cried.The worst were the expressions on
their faces,that of total horror.
Tadek Vangard felt absolutely alarmed.He began to seek Dick Butterby with his
eyes and saw him walking there and back in the other corner of the room.He had a
gun in one of his hands.Something must have happened.Something so tragic Dick
must have become mad or was just on the way towards that.If this was the case
his children found themselves in a real danger,threatened by their own
father.Tadek Vangard knew one only thing right in that moment,he had to act,by
the means of psychological persuasions,what he knew the best.He knocked at the
window.Dick Butterby stoped,looked at him and Tadek Vangard knew he made a grave
mistake.The way Dick Butterby looked at him was not the one as he knew it.It was
a look of a posessed man,possessed perhaps by a demon.A look of a madman.He
turned the gun at Tadek Vangard,approached the glass door and opened it.
-“Get in!”- He ordered with a voice which would shiver everyone.Tadek
Vangard did as he was ordered and immidiately went to the children and took them
into his arms.They just pressed hard to him as if he were their saviour.Only
then did he saw a lifeless body of the lady lying in a pool of blood,in yet
another corner of the room.
-“Dick,are you crazy?! What’s that? What are you doing?”- He yelled at
Dick Butterby,expressing a total agony in his voice.
-“Shut up!”- Dick Butterby yelled back at him.
Tadek Vangard had nothing to loose.He did not care for his own life.There was
only one thing on his mind:keeping alive children of the madman.
-“No,Dick,I don’t shut up.”- He said now with much a quieter
voice,realising the only chance was in a psychological approach.-“Tell me,why
have you killed the lady? Why do you threaten your own children?”
-“It’s nothing of your business!”
-“No,Dick.It’s my business,too.I want to help you to realise you should do
no harm to your own children.Dick,for God’s sake,they’re your own
-“I don’t give them to her! She’ll never get them!”- He yelled again.
Now Tadek Vangard understood,at least a bit,what was going on within the
madman’s mind.He knew already,both Dick Butterby and his wife,Charlotte
Stone,fought for the custody of their children in the court.He lost.It was as
simple as that.
-“Oh,Dick,because you lost the court proceedings you can’t harm them.”
-“It’s not you to decide about it.It’s me.I have the gun.”
-“But Dick…They’re your own kids!”
-“Yes,my kids,but she won’t get them.”
-“Don’t be so cruel,Dick.I don’t let you to harm them.”
There was a sadist grin on the Dick Butterby’s face.
-“You’re not in a position to prevent me from what I’m going to do.I’m
going to kill also you!”
Tadek Vangard realised not only the kids but also he himself faced death.
-“I still believe,Dick,you won’t harm your children.Let them live!”- He
pleaded.-“Please,give them a chance…”
-“Give them a chance?!…You don’t even imagine what a damned family is
this”- Dick Butterby bursted out.Tadek Vangard could not believe his own ears.
-“Yes,damned!…You’re going to die so I can tell you more. It’s me who
killed both my fathers!…Both husbands of my mother!…”
-“But why?…- Tadek Vangard thought he was hallucinating one horror after yet
another.It were better if it were just that.But it was real…
-“Why?…Ha,ha,ha…They both used my mother,they had lovers…I hated them
-“But one of them was your real father…”
-“Real or not he made so much harm to my mother.I hated him too.”
-“How did it happen?…”-Tadek Vangard felt resigned to the cruelity of the
-“When my father,John Butterby as you know,reunited with my mother-after the
divorce she got from Ghandy Van Veenen-he was no longer a father to me.How could
he dare to leave us and then return to us,after long years away,and look into
our eyes?!…No,he was doomed in my eyes! I was seventeen years old and it was
then when I decided to make a final solution.To execute him.When he went to
Palmerston North I got to a car and followed him.I showed up to him on the way
and had a pleasure to notice his entire shock when he saw the gun in my
hands.Then there was just a shot out of my gun,directly to his forehead and I
was done with him.I did not feel a sorrow because in my eyes a justice was
done.What surprised me was the despair expressed by my mother.How could she feel
something as this after what he has done to her for so many years?! Then I
decided to do the same to Ghandy.I knew he lived in Monte Carlo with his new
wife,Amalie Holtman.Once in place I observed them for a while and one day,while
they filled themselves with their love,I did something what everyone saw many
times on so many movies: I did a bit work under their luxuary Ferrari cabriolet
and made sure the breaks were completely broken.You know the roads in Monte
Carlo are dangerous,with cliffs on their sides.They suspected nothing,got into
the car and moved in it,not knowing it was their last trip.They realised the
breaks were broken when their car was definitely too fast going down the hilly
road.It was then I approached them in a rented car and waved them goodbye with a
most enjoying smile on my face I ever felt.And then their car went just off the
road and down the abyss.There was explosion down there and no way to find out
what was the real cause of their death.I felt triumphant but again could not
understand my mother why she once again suffered so much.
-'Just women.You can never understand them.'- I thought.And now this: my wife
wants to take away my own children.No she won’t get them!"
-“Dick,you’re a psycho!”- Tadek Vangard said and felt the situation could
not be worse.
Dick Butterby turned the gun at Tadek Vangard.
-“Sorry,guy,I have to kill you.”- He said.
At that moment there was a tremendous noise and thousands of pieces of broken
glass spread all over the room.The intruder went at Dick Butterby and pushed him
so strong he fell onto the floor and lost grip of the gun which turned over and
over on the floor and stoped next to the body of the dead lady,the house
cleaner.Tadek Vangard once again was shocked to realise the guy who now fought
with Dick Butterby was…Carlos.He realised instantly Carlos must have followed
him or just deducted he could find him in the Dick Butterby’s villa and simply
could not swallow someone else but he could actually kill the guy he wanted to
kill so badly with his own hands.There was no time to loose.Perhaps there was a
chance to escape while both guys fought.They both were quite good in martial
arts.Tadek Vangard just pulled the sleeves of both kids who understood somehow
there was the chance to escape the evil which was happening to them and followed
him.Tadek Vangard knew his car was useless.Carlos must have done a
precausion.The only chance was the helicopter.They rushed to it and got inside
-“Shit,I don’t know how to operate it!”-Tadek Vangard said aloud while
trying to start the engine.
-“I know how to do it.Daddy taught me this.”- Five years old Damon said.
-“I know too.”- Two years older Jilianne said.
-“You really know?”- Tadek Vangard looked at them with astonishment.
-“O.K.Let’s go.Help me!”
To Tadek Vangard’s total bewilderment both kids knew quite much and he could
bring the machine up the sky with their help.They were about fifty meters in the
sky when they saw Carlos running outside the villa.To Tadek Vangard it meant one
only thing: Dick Butterby was dead.He saw Carlos getting to his car and going
after them.He had to stop on the edge of the cliff when the helicopter flew over
the sea.Tadek Vangard called S.O.S. via mobile telephone and soon they got two
police helicopters on the side of their helicopter.
Thanks to the instructions they got they could turn the helicopter around and
fly towards the land and then let the helicopter touch the ground.They were
surrounded by the police cars.Charlotte Stone got out of one of them and rushed
towards her children who united with her feverishly.To Tadek Vangard’s relief
also Herman Van Veenen arrived in yet another windmill plane.
-“It was Dick who killed both,his own father,John Butterby,and your
father…”- Tadek Vangard announced and narrated to him what happened.
Herman Van Veenen was red from agony.
-“Son of a bitch!…”- He just repeated endlessly.
-“Are you going to say to your mother what happened?”- Tadek Vangard asked.
-“I have no choice.I must…Oh,God,she’s going to suffer again,so
much!…”- He bursted out.Tadek Vangard said nothing.He pitted Angela Butterby
as no one else in the world.Then they were taken downtown Christchurch to the
police station,were interrogated,Charlotte Stone thanked Tadek Vangard for
saving her children and went away,and finally also Tadek Vangard and Herman Van
Veenen were free to go.
-“Herman,can you make me a favour?”- Tadek Vangard asked his friend.
-“Can you bring me down the South Island by the helicopter? I think I have to
diseappear from the face of Earth for some time.The best is there,away from
-“No,Tadek,you better go with me back to Wellington.I’ll press my
authorities to do something substantial on your behalf.You can’t be left alone
-“No,Herman.I don’t want to harm anyone yet again.Don’t you see? Whenever
I go there happens something deadly.”
-“Oh,Tadek,but promise me you’ll keep in touch.
-"Wait a moment,Tadek.I don't understand the Carlos' motives.He could
simply do nothing and just witness the scene of you being killed by Dick
Tadek Vangard smiled sadly.
-"I think,Herman,I understand his motives and thank to God for that because
this time it turned good to me and both kids.Carlos simply was overpowered by
the desire of killing me with his own hands.He hates me so much he wants to
ensure he kills me and no one else.He couldn't stand that Dick would do it and
not he.So he had to kill first Dick and then me.It's as simple as that!"
Herman van Veenen gave a grin.
-"Carlos saved you this time,unintentionally,and I think he is furious
Tadek Vangard bursted with laugh.
-"Oh,Herman,he is furious as hell!!"-He answered.
Three hours later Tadek Vangard found himself on the slopes of nature,somwhere
there in the heartland of Stewart Island.He watched how the windmill plane,with
Herman Van Veenen on the board,became smaller and smaller,and finally looked
like a point before disseapearing.He walked slowly,not caring for a direction
because he did not need one.He felt totally safe perhaps for the first time
since a long time.Far away from humans who proved to be vultures to him for too
To be continued…
Author:Thaddeus Hutyra,e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
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