Текст книги "Don't kill"

Автор книги: Boris Gorowoi

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There was a deadlock in many issues. In any office, especially in a large one, there appear numerous mainstreams. Sooner or later it some school begins to dominate. The battle is to life and death. But it happens that the global is not optimal and leads to rotten stagnation, where everything creative dies. Even the brightest thinkers fall into a grey mass. They do not have names, they depict the virtual barracks.

This is the world. Always some guru is a person from the light forces or vice versa, he is gradually turning into a general or worse, into a grey cardinal, covering with himself freedom of love. A man is only a flat mould, misty fuzzy indistinct something that is not an absolute reality but the reflection of its own feelings, mind and subconscious. That’s why people understand each other only with a small probability. Each of them creates a confused image of objective reality. Most unshakable priori since the school have been putting into people’s consciousness with the criterion of the probability of "truth and lies." Even phenomenologists try not to exceed the boundaries of their phenomenological experience and afraid to look into the abyss. They are overcautious facing obvious things and reproduce child’s confidence of explanation.

The nature of the lightning, the birth of a cyclone, self-organization of coral islands, the transition from night to morning, the division of eukaryotes, man’s origin and not truthful Newton's law? Where is hiding the truth? Maybe in the fire of Ancient Library of Alexandria?

*

The questioning ended till twenty PM yesterday evening. They taunted not very much mostly scared. Shadow knew by heart the list of the intimidations. The most important was that, he was given a soup, some bread, tea, and an opportunity to sleep. It was the most valuable. He was sleeping in the kingdom of heaven, where he was by himself, where were his friends, where he was loved and treated by the divine doctors.

The morning was beautiful. The pain from beatings calmed down. Shadow was painting the universe with colored inks. He imagined himself observing our Earth through the SpaceShipOne porthole at hundreds of kilometers altitude. He felt like a cosmic dust, a thin trifling film between the ground and the atmosphere, where there is the Biosphere and the Noosphere, which is not able to get out of this soap bubble, inclined to the self-destruction. He thought that the geocentric model of the world with the Ptolemy's epicycles had the same right as the Copernicus’ system.

*

For a few hours Shade has been thinking with pleasure. He was lack of a pen or a computer, but he managed to his own limitless memory. He walked round the chamber, sometimes sitting on a stone bench. When he was brought the soup, he thought, and even didn’t have time to finish his second course. He was happy. With a pure tenor voice, given to him by God, he sang a serenade: "... you were brighter than everyone, more gentle and more charming, not swear me, not swear, my train goes like a gypsy song, like those irrevocable days ...".

*

Mari stopped yelling. The grey dull hood was catching her up and she, like a lynx, got ready to jump. She climbed the banisters, her eyes flashed with a fierce brilliance.

– Wait, – she whispered.

The hood was quickly climbing to her with his big grey hairy hand, but far from it. She managed to tucked and jumped back. Her immediate reaction had developed, when she was at school, with the long-term fencing lessons, where she has reached the candidate level.

The picture seemed to be a scary thriller with the kidnapping of Zabava with the Dragon’s clawed paws. Despite of a big size, the giant was very clever. He was descending lower and lower, running round on the landing, waved big long legs and breathed heavily. A terrible thing was in that there was a dead-end at the bottom, lit up with the sign "emergency exit" with closed doors. She tried to jump over it on the top ladder, but he grabbed her foot and pulled her to him. She saw his unnaturally empty eyes. She was shivering.

– This is not a man! – it suddenly seemed to her.

With a free foot she kicked him in his face. The hit was terrible and for a moment Goliath weakened his grip and she fell on the stone steps. Colossus was growling fiercely, breaking everything, breaking the banisters, gripping her into a dark dead end.

– Oh, oh! – she was cried in a incredibly loud heartrending voice. The death was close and she could feel the iron grip of its death jaws.

– Oh, Mom! – she thought.

*

– Leave her!– Colonel cried out in a bossy police voice. Covered with blood he was frightening. But it was late. The giant began gripping her. One more moment and she will turn into a beef steak!

Dux, as he could, with a shout “ouch!” ran into the hood’s back. Due to this push the last weakened finishing of the steel pincers kinematics. But an enormous opponents muzzle approached Mari. She immediately snatched with his teeth at a titan’s awful uneven nose. Knowing another time, the club de Hong Kong shuddered. The Cyclop’s groan was heard on the shore and repeated with the leitmotif of the words “I will kill”.

Mari broke away of the death paws, went up the stairs at a safe distance observing with curiosity what will happen further. Here the thing has happened. That picture remembered the fight between a big herbivorous and a tyrannosaur. Dux, having estimated the bit of that blond bitch began biting the hood in different places. As a result, the police came everywhere. The giant realized that he had to go away, he broke the door and ran at a high speed.

*

Colonel smiled, having looked at sparkling eyes more that it is accepted. She was talking in a strong tender voice with a good inner English humour.

– Come on! – cried Colonel, looking like a recidivist who had just escaped the prison. The gendarmes and different guard were going out from everywhere, one could hear the car horns of the police cars but they were walking along twisting streets of the Tsim Sha Tsui if they hadn’t to clarify the situation with an enormous millennial term.

Some time later, she began calling him, firstly, an “Oberst”, then, for some reason, with a literary word “Chicken” meaning the word “Colonel” in some foul slang.

– Better a small fish than an empty dish, – she thought. Having scanned him, she felt that she believed him, for some reason.

He, being hypnotized with the white cloud of her aura, was living in pleasure of an amazing phantom, feeling like a different person, an important one, who touched the mystery, answering the great miracle strings. The police was already coming, Mari had formulated her wishes to the “Oberst-Chicken” had to save Thomas.

Colonel realized that he would save this couple till the end of his life, having got the forever deadly prick of the milady.

– Will you do it?

– Who is he? And how does he look like?

– Come on, tell!

– So, let’s run, – he ordered irresolutely.

– So?

He minced a little bit and muttered:

– OK.

At a high speed he ran away in an unknown direction. A lot of policemen ran after him and the rest policemen surrounded her, having aimed the guns straight at her, having read her rights. It was obvious that she didn’t have a gun but a big policeman spiteful with slanting eyes fastened Mari with the handcuffs and sent her to the police station. Her hand hurt a lot. “Probably, that was displacement she got from the villain-rapist”, – she thought. It was beneath her dignity to explain the oaf that Thomas had lost. Enraged, she didn’t speak to the police. She seemed to be forgotten about.

*

The police and people in detention crowded in the corner with the turned on TV. Being near-unconscious, she was observing some motley mad pictures: “The USA attack”, “An attempt to seizure the TV centre in Atlanta”, “The nuclear center attack in Alabama”. People were running somewhere. The police was silently watching those mad pictures, a number of men became more. She went round the policemen and hid in the toilet. She was afraid. She spastically dialed a number of the phone in Edison, New Jersey but no one answered her and the Nicholas’ cell-phone, her nine years old son was not available. Usually she took her son with her but that time she hoped on the grandmother who specially came from Vilnius. It's a real nightmare! She hardly tried to escape quietly the police station, sidled to the door, leading to the freedom and she has almost done it but there were CNN interferences and the policemen noticed her, took away the cell-phone and put her behind bars with the gang of terrible street prostitutes. Feeling being crushed, she began calming down.

– Everything will be OK, they can imprisoned her not more than four hours, – as her neighbors in the chamber said. Sometimes, the Chinese women, stealthily talking in an unknown for her Canton, staring at her like at a miracle. Thin, aging, but having good forms, high for a Chinese woman an alpha female, was joking with her friends, and trying not to keep her hands to oneself. Mari shuddered, jerked back, and looked with a long continuously at those “girls” icy with her blue eyes, and they confused, hid in a corner like a dog pack.

Tiring hours have been lasting slowly. The police station was filled up with the tread of nervous sweaty policemen, and then it calmed down in the vast silence. Someone of doodahs began nervously knocking on a grid with her shoes. A few minutes other prisoners joined her. Half an hour later, a faceless policeman without any particular signs, thinking painfully what to do with that bedlam, came to the chamber.

Mari read merrily the bill of human rights. She was let go after a half an hour of tiring records of evidence and humiliating statements.

She waved enthusiastically to the prostitutes and they responded her enthusiastically like the best friends.

*

She was walking along Hong Kong, enjoying her freedom, having become oblivious for a moment, and dialing the number of Thomas’ cell-phone. Alas, he did not answer. Frightened, she convinced that her son’s phone, home and mobile phones didn’t also answer. She began calling her neighbor Chali in panic, then all her university employees, the dean's office and even the police. The whole America wasn’t available. She felt relieved. In the end, she called her old friend Minka, who has been living in Marseilles for a long time.

– Min, do you know whom you're talking to?

– Hey, Mari, where are you from?

– I'm in Hong Kong, what is happening?

– What do you mean? I'm here in the Alps.

– What are you doing there?

– Paragliding.

– Cool. Can you call America, here is a number and say something.

– To whom?

– It does not matter, I will explain later.

She saw a bar with a TV and a crowd of spectators. Most of them were suppressed, others grinning gloatingly. A few minutes later Minka answered.

– Not available. What is happening there?

She clearly heard the howling and whistling.

– Are you flying?

– Oh, I had sat down.

– OK, bye. As soon as you finish flying, watch the TV. I'll call you.

*

Together with shocked spectators she was looking at incredible pictures. Embarrassed journalists’ voices, violence, a dead skyscraper, victims. Terrorists didn’t make any demands. It wasn’t the hostage-taking. Some of people are taken away somewhere, some are killed. There was a real war in the Pentagon. Planes destroy the aims. Nobody knew who hit but there were loses in American troops. There were many victims among the civil inhabitants.

Unexpectedly, in the live transmission they shown the CNN centre in Atlanta seizure, which she had visited many times in business. One of the sadist fighter kills is a famous journalist. There were frightened workers of the center, shooting, cries for help. Then bands, interferences. Probably, the terrorists can’t shut down the channel and it works all around the world. Someone’s heavy groan, deep heavy breath slowed down the voice as if from the underworld. Suddenly she realized that she has already heard that groan somewhere. How horrible.

*

Mari was walking along the shore. The sirens were howling. There appeared the soldiers, the military. Early dawn started. Hundred of people were coming to see the performance in Hong Kong. She found a nook on the benches for the spectators and took out of her bag and pockets all the things. Fifteen minutes later, she found a small crumpled piece of paper. It was the number of that strange rescuer whom she called Oberst-Chicken. She dialed his number. Her hands were shimmering a little bit. Having heard her, his army jerky voice began turning quickly into a warm bleating voice of a lamb.

– Oh. Hi, an expert in rapier.

She became soft.

– Do you know, I am bringing you your Thomas.

She didn’t know what to say.

– How… is he alive?

– Of course! We are going to come now. Where are you?

– Near the docks.

– Be near the old Lighthouse.

Like an ancient witch, she was making circles around that old building. She was observing as dozens of Chinese wedding couples chaotically ran into each other.

– Is it a hornets' nest there? – she thought.

Mari’s head was in a whirl. Somebody put his arms round her waist. She hardly stroke him a swinging blow and Colonel could hardly evaded the blow. Having smiled happily, he said:

– You have such reaction, mademoiselle.

– A numskull. Oh, sorry!

She secretly escaped from his clutches. While they were going to the car, Dux asked something about fencing, and Mari told the encyclopedic knowledge on that subject.

– She is a real Professor, – he thought.

Finally, they reached the black lacquered Toyota, and she flitted to Thomas. Colonel happened to notice as she kissed him. He moved away from the car, observing the ocean of neon colors ads in the late evening, and even had time to see a star named Cheonlangseond. He was sad. Having spoken in a sugary voice, they got out from the back seat, and her eyes glistened with a desire and madness of the black covering warm night.

– Where are we going? – he asked in a dry simulated voice he asked.

Their eyes met. Her full vivid lips smiled with the delicate shades of smiles, sarcasm, drive and desire.

– In America! Do you know everything?

Mari shrugged her shoulders when there weren’t variants.

She was sitting on the front seat. Half an hour later, she entered the reception of the hotel, took the passports, insurance and coded code of their cyber science. Colonel was sitting in a dark alley with a good hotel overview, and Thomas was lying motionless on the floor of the back seat.

– Let's go? – asked Dux.

– And what about the suitcases?

– Probably spit?

Thomas, who didn’t utter a single sound, shook his head. Probably, his bags were very expensive.

– Then sit quietly.

Ten minutes later, the Elshteins heard a heartrending scream and something fell with a crash. They suggested that it was a body. After looking through the windshield, they saw the bloodied man on the pavement. The first idlers began coming. The security in black sunglasses was running along the main entrance to the hotel. Dux also in black sunglasses, waving with two trunks, impudently rushed. A black porter like a big rectangle with golden galloons was chasing him. Colonel beating a clear rhythm of a tap dance and holding the trunks shed, like heavy engines under the wing of a Boeing airplane, ran into the crowd of the idlers, reeling from side to side. For a moment the porter lost the aim and began turning with his head like with a radar. Dux, took a breath, found in his pocket a whistle, which was lost somewhere in his pants and whistled with all his heart into the black night, showing the security the right direction.

Having held their breath, the Elstheins were amazed looking at that strange show.

– We have to run quickly, – said Mari aloud.

A minute later an Indian came out from behind the car. He put the trucks into his trunk and croaked:

– An episode with two suitcases!

The truth of his thoughts was affirmed by the sirens of the coming police cars and ambulances.

*

A dark grey Toyota slowly left the place of the terrible accident in an unknown direction. Having roamed along the big city, past the Nina Tower, the Toyota broke away to freedom.

Thomas, having checked the suitcases, calmed down and after his experience he began nodding and then he dozed off.

– Go! – she said in a happily deep voice of the sky realm.

A triumphing warm violet Hong Kong night covered the sleeping passengers. The light torn out from the darkness the fragments of red sand with the grass, pieces of the modern top-civilization, a hut of the north territories.

Thomas, who hardly aslept, for a moment opened his eyes at the turn and clearly saw as a hairy hand of that special squad soldier was getting into that place where should be his lovely half. Having left invisible holes, he, without believing to himself, finally woke up. Some time later, he hardly passed out. It seemed to him that she began groaning quietly. A half hour later there was a feeling that those three breathed heavily and unevenly. The car finally reached the bar with the cabin.

– Keep silent!

She lost her senses.

While Colonel was disappearing in the military warehouse she lay on the back seat, put her beautiful legs on the seat back and having undressed Thomas she put out to him in full long amentia.

Colonel saw them naked, on the back seat, having cuddling up to each other. They were arguing.

– Why didn’t you stop me? – a long pause.

– I’m a woman. I was caught in the act.

The silence.

– There weren’t anything.

Being red, he cried out something.

– I saw everything.

Although, it was partly a lie.

– You know it isn’t typical for me.

Again the silence.

– Why are you silent? A dunce!

Colonel intelligently knocked the toyota’s window, said indistinctly “it’s high time”, moved away from the car, listening to the oriental music of cicadas and smiled something his own thing. When she began looking for her lace panties which were somewhere between the front seats mats, Thomas flush with anger and punches her on her back dieing from jealousy, hatred and love.

Colonel began ordering in a military voice.

– Leave only the necessary things.

A military jeep took the three out of the warehouse accompanying with two carabineers and a driver. The trio was passed to a military boat which took them across to the reserved military territory of the airport.

– Prepare your passports, – said Colonel.

A small khaki bus took them to their separate VIP-entrance of the flight from Hong Kong to New York. An hour later there were quite a few people in the holding room. Colonel looked with the professional look that the Boeing-747 would be almost full. The Chek Lap Kok Airport was like anxious anthill. A lot of flights from America were late or delayed to both sides. The passengers and the meeting people were walking in the airport, were listening avidly the news most of them were unhappy. There appeared separate queues of those who refused fly to the USA. Most of them were in tears. Tall rescues in bright-orange special suits and also the military were walking at the airport.

*

It was always. Most of people don’t go deep into what is going on. They are in a hurry on their affairs. Several times in one’s life, a man meets the insuperable conditions. It can be the war, victimizations, accidents, earthquakes, a tsunami, a tornado, locusts’ attacks or wholesale deaths from the plague. To tell the truth, the probability of death from this event is very high about six percent, one person from fifteen.

However, sometimes people start killing each other, for example, during the world wars. There was time when people set the fire of sacrificing, killing, with unparalleled cruelty, ten thousand of young people per day.

A terrible truth was that even in such days the world didn’t shuddered. Wars statistically and stubbornly increased the mortality in the fight countries to several percents. Moreover, the wars were always local that led to decrease of that probability in many times. So, in this sense, the world was always relatively safe.

In the twentieth century, the appearance of the dynamite, guns, tanks and planes led to the total wars, killing generations. Everybody knew the innumerable victims born in nineteen twenty-three, mass repressions of Pol Pot during which there were cruelly killed more than a third of the ten million population of Kampuchea or the Holocaust where were killed about five million Jews. Nevertheless, statistically, it doesn’t change the whole picture.

There is misfortune and evil and we got used to that it is normal. Somewhere, a bus fall into the abyss, the doctors in white smocks struggle for life of the ebola serious cases and there the houses disappear from the destructive earthquakes and tsunamis. Here the disaster brought down on America and the whole Earth, without moving a muscle.

*

They three were sitting listening to the radio. Thomas became absorbed into reading of a weighty magazine called “Genome Research” the article of Hough with the co-authors about creation of the mobile elements. Sometimes, having become thoughtful, he was absently observing the passengers. Mari, having sat between those two males, was talking vividly in three languages with them and each of them was thinking about his own and was looking at her with a tender look. In the drowsiness, Colonel was enjoying her heavenly highly explosive aura having time to observe attentively the potential enemies through his crafty spy glasses with the rear-view mirror, a special reflective covering and which allowed seeing at three hundred sixty degrees.

– Tell me Thomas, – Colonel nagged in a muffled voice, – how were you kidnapped? Thomas turned grey and frowned. Obviously, remembers about it didn’t make him happy. He renewed as he left on the bar his laptop and while he was paying for tea and sandwiches somebody called him. The voice was unknown and obscure.

– Have you lost something?

He shuddered.

– A laptop?

He realized with bitterness that he had left it opened for any stranger, with all his research of many years. That was the thing he was afraid of.

One could hear car horns wind noise and muffled creak in the cell-phone .

– Go to Sheektongtsoi, there is also a Mamotofu.

There were some strange sounds, then a long beep. Feeling like an idiot, he ran headlong across the quarter, wet with sweat, calling himself a fool. Passers shied away from his throat "mamotofu" like from the plague. He began to lose hope and then there appeared a bright checked type from the miracles field. Smiling dimly with a strange expression, he said:

– You go right – pointing at something. They crossed the street and sat at a table in the dark local roadside café. The menu was in Chinese. Probably, it was “mamotofu”.

– Thank you for finding it. – Thomas forced a smile and showed four banknote in fifty.

– Ce-lo, lo-lo.

They were brought tea in a large white jug. Continuing to curry favor, a checkered type said something unintelligible and left.

Thomas tried to call Mari, but as ill luck would have it her cell-phone was busy. He was drinking a yellowish-green sharp tea with a befuddle smell, he remembered well as he spoke with a short kind guy who was asking about the pin-number an he had a laptop in his hands.

Thomas unsuccessfully tries to get up and leave, but he had an awful headache, there appear lapse of memory. He finds himself in a taxi, strong guys say something like that:

– We will help!

There is an empty shabby apartment, the couple of bodyguards and an inexpressive woman who brings him a tray with a couple of tortillas, a plate with Chinese spices and tea. Thomas shudders and politely refuses, saying:

– Thank you for tea!

By the end of the story, Colonel and Mari could not keep giggling. And when Tom with a serious tragic look began seriously offended, they began laughing. Colonel, not to go too far, good-kindly smiled Thomas and thought:

"Let it is not clear who these people are, from which service. It is clear that they are powerful and strong, if they made such unprecedented chaos in the New World"

Dux sat more comfortably.

All of those days there was something subtle in his head. After a powerful meditation, he realized what it was. He shuddered and turned, having taken off the glasses.

– And what if it is like this? – he automatically began calling Shadow. But he was not available. Dux was in some half-drunken state, as if he had been hit on the head. The Elshteins surprisingly were observing Colonel, with his unseeing eyes and moving lips. Mari thought he was contused. However, the crowd of passengers had already lined up to the holding room check-in counter. The Elshteins shook and woke up a crazy man with his open eyes of the "Oberst-Chiken". He guilty disappeared somewhere, making excuses.

*

One could see special precautions. The airport staff was trebled. There were policemen everywhere. For a warning, not far, there was a very big live terminator in dark glasses, probably symbolizing the USA. However, this complete security system could become powerless against the new unexpected way of an attack.

Colonel started. He scanned the crowd and could not determine who was the enemy. And Colonel staked everything. In a rudely familiar way, in a half-drunk pirate Depp’s walk he crashed into a rigidly tall strong man in black glasses. Dux guiltily apologized to the gentleman, but the last was dispassionately quietly aloof silent. Colonel justified himself by the fact that he alleged sprained his ankle and pacificatory held out his hand. The passenger fiercely gritted his teeth and didn’t hold out his hand in answer, but forced something incoherent.

Dux started. The voice was as if out of the underground, with long pauses.

*

– Where have you gone? – asked Mari, having called Colonel, for some reason, "a Doggy". Incredibly, he was pleased by this name. In the plane, he was listening to a cheerful chirp of the Elshteins, observing through the window night stars and supervising a strange guy.

– There will be dinner and there will be a water closet – he thought – the main thing is not to miss the show.

When, after the lunch, most of the passengers slept deep, the boy in glasses began going to the toilet. Dux gently got through the sleeping Elshteins’ knees, trying not to wake them up. There were standing passengers in the queue. Colonel felt that the guy had strained.

The time was going quietly. The night from a black blue with big sparkling stars was twitching with the first milky colors.

And he heard the typical gurgle of the broadband bug glasses-headphones, which he stuck with the chewing gum. He strained his ears and hardly heard the words "Go ... phase".

The guy turned and stared at Colonel with the fierce hatred and offered him to enter the toilet the first. Dux widely and kindly smiled, having accidentally touched the breast of some girl and entered the toilet. But he didn’t have time to close the door.

*

A terrible punch in the solar plexus tossed Colonel up, crashing the toilet overlap. Two professional punches broke the crafty glasses and his nose, and the third punch was aimed to end with him.

At the same moment he heard the alarm sound. A blond stewardess ran to the fighters. Probably, she saved Colonel with it, because he was shut down a few seconds later.

As if in a nightmare, he sees, through a black and white veil, a lying bloodied stewardess, rocking he gropes her carotid artery and diagnoses. A tall steward ran intercept the terrorists and died before everybody’s eyes. Blood is gushing from his throat, the passengers scream in fear. A thriller goes toward the bow. Colonel tries to catch up the rapidly retiring enemy.

At that moment, Marie Elshtein secretly advanced her leg. The villain loses his balance for a moment. He sees again a remaining Dux.

– Well, – thought Colonel, – we will see who is stronger.

A fierce battle of the top killers was terrible. Both enemies used a variety of materials at hand: laptops and game consoles, but mainly, making a terrible commotion, they were scattering the passengers in different directions. Some men tried to separate the fighters and it was terrible, worth each other opponents were scattering these people, like the ancient Olympic athletes throw the discus, they were acrobatically jumping on chairs, shutting down the stewards and stewardesses, tearing to chairs’ trimming and cried out frightened mutual triumphal screams . To this terrible howl there was added the trouble with the light, the plane began shaking in disorder and then he began quickly falling down. The apotheosis of the whole idiocy were the left stewardess unexpected words.

– The pilot ordered to fasten your seat belts. The aircraft is in the bumpy air. We ask the passengers to keep their seats.

In addition, Mari Elshtein whistled in an incredibly nasty shrill whistle next to Dux. She pulled out the life jacket of the automatic box. She also flung a fire extinguisher at the enemy. Unfortunately, the terrorist easily caught a piece of iron and threw it into the cabin. The passengers were doomed howling, crying and praying.

*

The plane made a crazy trajectory. Without weakening his attention, and supervising the enemy, Colonel saw through the window, as the morning dawn shone. Nearby, there were huge black cliffs, white sparkling rocky mountains, long tongues of glaciers on the background of scarlet dawn. Colonel knew that it was the Cape Farewell, the southern entity of Greenland. Randomly flying the plane ran into the fjords huge mountain island, almost touching pointed slopes. Domelike glaciers approached with curved lines the fatal horizon.

– Hey, girl, – said Colonel Mari, who was next to him, helping the villain to fight – can you open the emergency exit? Open and wait for me.

Yielding to the enemy Dux missed a couple of fierce punches, so there appeared a villain happy smile of the winner on the evil’s face. Colonel, as if pressing himself to the half-opened hatch.

– Bye! – ominously croaked Dux.