Whisper In the Wind

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Whisper In the Wind

Chapter 3

Viggo didn’t know how long he had been sitting in the kitchen.
He waited for the agonizing pains in his chest to subside.

The artist tried to remember when was the last time he’d cried about something and it triggered the memory when he was standing in the men’s room in the hospital after the doctor had spoken with him.

Viggo got the call from school that Henry had fallen off the monkey bars while playing and the ambulance had rushed him to the ER.
The actor never been so scared.
He drove to the hospital half crazed by fear. When he was finally able to tell the nurse at reception who he was looking for, he shook so badly than he had to sit down.

Time seemed to crawl as the artist waited for the doctor and each second that passed made Viggo go deeper and deeper in despair.
The thought that he could lose his son almost cracked his mind, and only his strong will save him from howling out his fear and his agony. Still, he refused to give up hope.

After what seemed like years, a tall, gray haired figure stood above him, calling his name. Viggo pulled himself up from the chair, bracing himself as he raised his gaze to the man who held the artist’s fate in his hands.

As soon as his eyes glanced into the doctor’s warm green eyes, Viggo knew that his desperate prayers were answered.
Henry suffered only a concussion and Dr. Hunt assured him that his son would be fine and he could go and see him.

Viggo grabbed the surprised man into a fierce embrace, chanting “Thank you! Thank you!” The older man gently pulled himself free and smiled at the actor, excusing himself and leaving to take care of the next patient.

Viggo walked into the men’s room on shaking legs and as soon as he bolted the door behind, the artist broke down and cried like a baby.
Someone clearly watched over him, saving Henry so he could go on living.

The memory gave new shivers to the Dane and he took a few deep breaths to steady himself again.

Suddenly the phone went off breaking the eerie silence in the house.
On autopilot, the artist reached for it to end the annoying noise.
The number was unfamiliar to the actor, but something made him pick it up.

‘Mortensen,’ he croaked into the receiver.

‘Viggo, this is Eric Bana. I know that we haven’t talked in ages, but I’ve just got some bad news and I can’t reach Sean. Mate, Orly is missing. He checked out of his hotel two days ago, but since then nobody’s seen him or spoken with him’ said the Aussie actor in a single breath.

Viggo’s heart felt as if it had stopped beating.

‘Eric, slow down a bit. How do you know this?’ asked the Dane, gripping the edge of the table.

‘I wanted to tell him that I’d be there for the wedding so I called his cell phone on Wednesday morning. He didn’t call me back all day which is very unusual. First I thought nothing of it, so I left him another message the same night. When I still didn’t receive any response to that one either, I called Johnny to tell the whelp, how blood rude it is not to answer messages. Johnny was confused, because he knew that Orly had three weeks off and he’d already left the islands on Tuesday. At that point I thought that the wild child maybe lost his phone or something, so I left a message for him at his home. A few hours later I get a hysterical call from Kate that she can’t reach him either since Tuesday evening. She even called Orly’s mom, but at least she had enough common sense not to tell Sonja that something was amiss. I told her to calm down and made a few calls. Lij, Dom and Billy all told me that they didn’t spoke to the elf since last weekend and when I asked them to try to call him, they didn’t get any answer either.
I’ve been trying to catch Sean, maybe he knows something, but the bloody bastard didn’t check his messages yet’ explained the very worried actor.

Viggo tried to comprehend what the younger man was talking about.

Orly was missing.

Suddenly the artist found himself struggling for air. How much bad news could a person handle in a single day? The Dane fought to slow his breathing with all he could muster.

‘Eric, I’m expecting a call from Sean any minute and as soon as I speak with him I’ll give you a call. If he calls you first tell him to call me as soon as he hangs up the phone with you’ said the artist, making sure that his rising panic could not be detected in his voice.

‘I hear you, mate. I seriously hope that the kid is alright so I can whoop his ass proper for scaring the friggin’ daylight out of me. I’ll talk to you later,’ answered the Aussie.

‘Take a number, bro! The elfboy’s really earned a good thrashing this time, no doubt. Be in touch,’ replied the blond and hung up.

Orlando was missing.

Viggo felt the urge to scream. His grip tightened on the edge of the table. The next moment, the Dane flipped the furniture, all his pain and frustration channeled into that single motion, crashing the table with a loud bang against the wall.

The artist’s emotions swirled inside him in violent circles. Anger, pain, hopelessness and deep sadness assaulted him.
Still, he had to go on. He had to find Orlando, so he could lose him again to another.

Viggo reached for the phone and dialed Sean’s number.

The Brit greeted him after the first ring, ‘Hey, Vig! I was just about to call you.’

‘Sean, when was the last time you talked with Orlando?’ asked Viggo without any delay.

‘Tuesday night. His flight was delayed and he was stuck at the airport, so we were chatting a bit about football. Why?’ replied Sean.

‘Flight? Where did he go?’ inquired Viggo, ignoring his friend’s question.

‘Now that you mentioned it, I have no idea. You know Orly is always in motion these days, being a big star and all. I assumed that he was on his way back home. What are all the questions about mate? What’s wrong?’ asked Sean, the concern evident in his voice.

‘Orlando is missing. Eric tried to reach you first with the news but you didn’t pick up the phone, so he called me. Listen, do you know which airport he called you from?’ answered the American, suddenly having an idea.

‘Missing? What the bloody hell are you talking about? Are you taking a piss with me? It’s not bloody funny, mate’ the Brit raised his voice.

‘Sean, I have no time for twenty questions! It’s no joke, so would you answer the question?’ came the older man’s response in his Aragorn voice.

‘He said he was in L.A. Viggo, tell me what happened!’ demanded the English actor.

‘I have no time for it, Sean. I know what to do now. Check your messages and call Eric. He will fill in the blanks. Give me a few hours and I’ll get back to you. Thanks, Sean. Be in touch’ replied the artist and ended the call.

Viggo ran upstairs while he made his next call.

‘Hey, Paul! Listen buddy I need a huge favor. I want to surprise the elfboy but I misplaced his schedule. Can you tell me where he is right now? I know that he flew out from LAX on Tuesday night, but for the life of me I can’t remember where’ said the actor as he pulled out his carryon bag and started to fill it with clothes.

His friend assured him, that getting the information was no problem and he’d call back within the hour.

Viggo finished packing, pocketed his passport and dialed his ex-wife’s number.

‘Chris, I have to go away for a few days. Can you look after Henry for me?’ he asked his son’s mother, and after a few moments of reassurance he said goodbye to the woman who had given him the most precious gift in the world.

The next call went to Henry of course. The young man took the news of his dad’s sudden departure in stride, well accustomed to his old man’s irregular comings and goings since he’d become household name around the globe.

Finally Viggo called his manager and cleared his schedule for a week.

After the artist was sure that everything was taken care of, he walked down to his living room to pour himself some scotch while he waited for Paul’s call.

As the actor sipped his drink, his mind replayed the phone calls from Sean and Eric.

Viggo thought about the possibility that Orly could be seriously injured, lying in a hospital bed somewhere.

He hoped that it wasn’t the case, but before he could try to find another reason why the young man hadn’t contacted his fiancé for more than two days, the phone rang.

‘Hey, Vig it’s Paul. Sorry it took a bit longer, but I found your elfboy. Orlando is in New Zealand. Queenstown to be exact. He bought a roundtrip ticket Tuesday evening. According to the ticket he’ll be in town until Monday morning, so you’ll have plenty time to go and surprise him’ reported the man.

‘I owe you for this, buddy, big time! Anything you want. You only have to ask’ replied the artist with gratitude.

‘Well as a matter of fact I already know what I want. It’s been years since we went fly fishing together, partner. You think that you could squeeze in a long weekend into your schedule for me in a near future? inquired his friend.

‘Consider it done, partner. When I come back from New Zealand you just let me know which weekend would be good for you’ promised the Dane.

‘Alrighty then! Now go, Rangerboy and catch that elf!’ said the actor’s friend.

‘I’ll try. Thanks, Paul! Talk to you soon. Bye!’ said Viggo.

The artist let out his breath after saying goodbye to his friend. Now at least he knew where to look for his elf.

Viggo looked at the clock on the wall. It wasn’t even noon yet, still his whole world had been turned upside down twice that day because of Orlando.

The Dane shook his head and reached for his phone again.

‘Did you find him?’ came the question from Sean after the first ring.

‘I know where to look for him. He’s in Queenstown. I’m going to take the next flight to New Zealand. Apparently something happened to him, Sean, and I’m going to find out what it is’ answered the American.

‘I’m coming with you. The little shite is like a brother to me and if he needs to sort out his life I want to be there for him’ replied the English actor.

‘I know, Sean. Why don’t you make the hotel reservations and call me with the details?’ said the Dane.

‘Done. Let me ring up Eric with the news. And, Vig? You are the most unselfish bastard I‘ve ever known’ added the Brit before he hung up.

Viggo finished his drink and pulled out his laptop.

The next flight to Auckland was scheduled to depart within two hours and the artist bought himself a first-class ticket.

By the next morning he’d be in New Zealand.


To be continued…