Epilogue

DISCLAIMER: Although I sometimes get inspired by stories I read on the news and history (mainly history), these characters are my own and are made in their own creative mold belonging solely to me.  This is not intended to endorse any particular people or situations, this is solely a student's creative writing attempts incorporating stories I've heard in classes to the literary world. Trying to develop the "international front" of my novel. Going to break down each country and their fictitious rulers in a separate character.

Alyssa Orgullo turned her head, looking at the president of Poland she frowned “this seems somewhat familiar, as though I have read about something once as a girl.”
The Polish president tilted his head and handed her a history book “does this re-jog your memory?”
Alyssa’s eyes widened, she swallowed and looked out towards the protestors “the Senator from Virginia is a fool, and I will not listen to that wealthy..”
“uh” Kaczszykowski interrupted
“What?” Alyssa turned around
“You are forbidden from opening your mouth until you read.”
“Oh you are the one to talk! Mr. I-Couldn’t-Be-Rewolucja”
“That is enough!” Kaczszykowski glared at Alyssa
“So have jealousy and bitterness consumed you to the point where? You know?” Alyssa smirked

“you need to stop playing personal games and realizing that Zakon is indeed on your door step as much as he is on mine.”
Alyssa rolled her eyes “really? I doubt it. Go back to Poland and live out your delusion.”
Kaczszykowski stormed out of the room, he had not yet heard the news of Zakon’s death.

Kaczszykowski boarded a plane with Justicija, and 100 other officials heading towards Russia. Zakon’s death was kept a secret.
Kaczszykowski leaned back in his chair and gazed out the window, Zakon may be dead but there is still work to be done. Conspirators and friends of the former monarchist regime must be stamped out everywhere.  

“President Kaczszykowski, heavy fog. We have to turn around”
“No!” Kaczszykowski shouted back “I must land as soon as I can, I have to set the record straight about the corruption in the world.”
“Mr. President, we are turning this plane around..” before Kaczszykowski could respond, the plane burst into flames and hurled to the ground. Leszek Kaczszykowski and all of the others had perished.
Jarek Kaczszykowski screamed, tossing aside his laptop he buried his tear stricken face in his hands “No! it isn’t true!”

How does this sad story end? Alyssa was overthrown by the ballot box and Elizabeth Steponavicius the little girl who campaigned for Carol Anne Paul, was elected as president.

Elizabeth brushed aside a long strand of blond hair as she took the oath of office, “Citizens, I never would have imagined myself holding this seat but I had to listen to the will of the people”

Meanwhile in a hospital room, Tadeusz Wieczyk lay attached to a monitor. He reflected upon a past image

“Walzynski! I must join the fight!” Little Wieczyk tried to climb the barricade
“You? You are a child! Go home at once.”
tears filled Wieczyk’s eyes “I want to fight for Patria!”
“when you are older.” Walzynski snapped back.
“Little citizen, come over here.” Leszek Kaczszykowski summoned “hold this” he handed a pile of bullets to Wieczyk “and hand me them when I’m ready. You are helping.”

 He opened his brown eyes “Please, I must know the results of the race. My heart is ready”
“Mr. President” Jarek laid a hand on him “relax.”
“No! I must know. Even if its a disaster, I cannot live like this being shut off from the world” tears filled Wieczyk’s eyes, he then glanced and saw Elizabeth enter the room. She knelt by his bedside “Mr. President” she brushed a long strand of blond hair away from her face “all is well”  
Wieczyk handed her a burning hand “I… I’ve done wrong. All in the name of following my friend Leszek, I have sought revenge and” Wieczyk stopped “forgive me” he sobbed “and this is what is causing my death!”
Elizabeth sobbed “you aren’t dying! Please no!”
Wieczyk squeezed her hand “I’m getting weaker, I was too proud to admit I was suffering the whole time. I wanted Leszek to be proud of me. I do want to at least live to see who will be the next president of the United States”
Elizabeth kissed his hand “you shall see, during the inauguration. You most certainly are invited.”
A week later Wieczyk entered the ballroom, with a weak smile he looked up towards the presidential podium- Elizabeth was standing there. He approached her and kissed her hand “my lady, I always knew you would go far. May you bring the forgiveness and reconciliation that others have failed to bring.” Elizabeth giggled “Thank you”
Jarek Kaczszykowski stormed into the room “President Wieczyk, you have not published the papers I told you to?”
Wieczyk looked around “the papers? Oh yes, your plans for revenge. You know what? I decided I’m not your puppet anymore.”
“Look, I’m your top advisor and..”

“Absolutely not.”
Jarek jerked around “what was that?”
“Last I checked I was the president, and I don’t have to listen to you. I thought we both were interested in Leszek but now I know, you care more about your own self-promotion masked in the disguise of preserving Leszek’s memory. And your skin is so thin I can see your organs”
“You! You were my ally in this!”
“note the ‘were’”
“You will pay!” Jarek stormed out of the room
“Sure I will” Wieczyk smirked “at least my conscious is clean with God.”

Jarek’s heart turned even colder than the large headstone that marked Wieczyk’s slumber in his dreams that is. Jarek had been shut in his room for weeks on end, alone. Believing Wieczyk to be dead, Jarek sincerely believed that somehow Wieczyk had betrayed him. He muttered comments to himself about Wieczyk being “nothing more than dust at this point” and ignored all social interactions. Wieczyk was alive and well, although in Jarek’s mind Wieczyk was dead to him. For betrayal of the movement was death. Jarek smirked at the images of distruction entering his mind “all for you Leszek, I shall destroy your enemies!”

That night, Jarek, running on 15 cups of coffee started writing. Writing on plans to destroy Elizabeth, the new president of the United States. Destroy Wieczyk’s memory for he clearly betrayed him, Destroy… Jarek felt dizzy, swaying back and forth he tried to breathe. He grabbed another cup of coffee and collapsed. Jarek Kaczszykowski, died of a coffee overdose.  His body was cremated and the ashes laid to rest.

Elizabeth saw the news “How tragic, a bitter old man consumed by his own hate. He had so much potential, he had a great ally in Wieczyk who was easily his only ally. Wieczyk trusted him and looked up to him until he discovered who he truly was.” she lowered her head “if only Jarek could have known the peace Leszek and Wieczyk known…”

Wieczyk lay alone again in the hospital room, listening to his slowing heart rate the president of one of the most powerful countries in Europe looked longingly out the window “Leszek.. are you somewhere up there?” 
He grinned “are you taking me home? Leszek? Did I made you proud?”
Tadeusz Wieczyk expired. His corpse was found with his eyes wide open as though he was looking into a brighter future. He was wrapped up and shipped to his home country where his dust was laid in that same castle that Lech Walzynski and Leszek Kaczszykowski’s remains slept in. Tadeusz Wieczyk was at peace.