The Dance of Makosha
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Author's notes.
I would like to thank Dawn (listed as commentator on volunteers' list)
for editing this story. Thank you!
And thank everybody who wrote review for the first part. Some of your
comments influenced the story.
The dance of Makosha 2.
Previous day.
Oleg Simonov was frowning more than usual. His eyes drilled the man's
face again and again with no result. Oleg spat at the feet of the man -
a serious insult in the criminal world, and turned to the bald FSB
officer.
"So, this is the place?"
The officer nodded and showed the way. The technicians were long gone,
but there still were too many people to Oleg's liking. Local police, FSB
and a lot of other people he wasn't able to categorize.
Trampled grass, marks where the bodies were found, spots of dried blood.
Yes, it looked like the poor bastards tried to fight it, and then they
tried to run away from it.
Oleg wasn't going to spend too much time trying to read the signs of the
struggle. He is the best and he knows it. But he is the best not because
he can, as the famous character Sherlock Holmes, deduct what happened by
noticing small things and connecting the dots; he is the best because of
his eyes.
When he was 7 years old his family was murdered in front of him in
Chechnya. He never cried over this, but he also never smiled since. And
something happened to his eyes, they become very dark. Even the toughest
criminal was not able to tell lies when he was looking at them. It was
like death itself looking at you.
And any crime involves people. It may be useful to study the signs and
one may be able to deduct how many attackers there were and which way
they went, but he will get it all very quickly talking to the three
surviving victims. He will get it all, what they were doing in the park
so early, and why they are saying that there was only one woman.
Probably poor migrants were attacked by gang of Nazis. A few of them
were killed and the three survived were told to say that it is one girl
who did it. But in any case, Oleg was sure he would get to the bottom of
it quickly.
"And you are saying that it has something to do with magic rituals?"
Oleg asked turning to the man.
"Yes," said the man calmly. "And we better hurry up and find the girl
before the transformation is complete. We may all regret it if that
happens."
Oleg's boss, Colonel Ivanov, told him to take the man with him and
listen very carefully to what he says. But the man's presence and the
nonsense he was saying was nerve-racking. His old-fashioned three-piece
suite, goatee, and most of all his calm manner of speaking were too much
for Oleg to take.
Oleg switched to full blast of his power, looking directly in the man's
eyes, expecting the man to crack as so many before have. But no, there
is nothing, the man remained calm. And for a moment it was like the
man's voice suddenly started to sound inside Oleg's skull, "don't waste
your time with me, start working!"
"I need all records from all cameras for 10 kilometers around the park!"
shouted Oleg, irritated more than usual. Not paying any attention to the
fact that there were at least two officers with higher rank than his.
"And somebody start to search for pictures on social media! Anything
that was pictured this morning downtown in the city - I must have it
immediately!"
"Get me the survivors, and organize an interpreter for me!"
Oleg started to walk out, swearing under his breath, not caring to even
look at his local colleagues. They may hate his Moscow-style approach,
but they will do as he said.
The man appeared on his way out.
"I know you will find a way to get rid of me. But please take this. You
may want to call me later today."
Oleg grabbed the card, shoved it in his pocket and continued walking
without saying a word.
The school was organizing some sort of celebration. Two people would
represent the class during the ceremony. Everybody expressed their
opinions loudly. It was easy to choose the boy, Kolya is a tall, good
looking sportsman. But for the girl children started to shout different
names. Olya! No, Nadia! Vera! Our teacher Elena Sergeevna raised her
hand calming down the class.
"Kolya, who would you like to be your girl for the ceremony?"
"I will go with Fedia!" said Kolya smiling and everybody turned their
heads to me.
Suddenly the dream is shattered. It is not our school anymore. Now I
felt like someone was present, someone was looking at me.
I see a scene from a porno movie. A big muscular man is having rough sex
with a slim woman. The woman is making fake noises of pleasure. The man
is too big, too fast, and too rough, but she was crying like she was
about to have the best orgasm in her life.
"Oh, yes, yes, fuck me harder! Ahhhh!"
The man takes his huge cock out of girl and makes her stand on all fours
for him. Some lubricant is added and he is pushing on her anus. The
large head is having trouble pushing open her asshole. He slapped her
ass hard and pushed on his cock when her asshole relaxed. The head
popped into her.
"Oh God!" cried the girl in pain and shut her eyes tight, but the next
second she started to act like she was enjoying it. "Yes, take me this
way! Come inside of me!" she cried between sobs, tears running down her
cheeks.
The man has sped up, pumping enthusiastically, slapping her ass and
pulling the woman's hair painfully. Finally, he pulled out of her,
turned the woman around and made her suck his cock before coming all
over her face.
The girl smiled sincerely for the first time, she is happy that the
torture is over and she can go now.
The girl is gone, but the huge cock of the man is hard again and he is
turning to me. With horror I recognize Yuri's face. He is smiling and
pointed at me to take the girl's place.
I woke up with a start and sat on the bed breathing hard. I felt nausea
and went to the bathroom. I tore away the pink nightgown and tried to
unbraid my hair, but it was taking too much time. The happenings of
previous day, the killing, men drooling at me, kissing Yuri, wishing he
would ask me to suck him again, wanting him inside of me...
I bent over the toilet bowl and puked with a loud sound. My breasts had
become big enough to move on their own and I felt the cold of the bowl
against them. I puked again.
"Liza, are you ok?" I heard Anna's voice behind the door.
"It is Fyodor, and no I'm not ok!"
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, leave me alone!"
The hot shower calmed me down. I even started to feel hungry again. My
breasts and hips want to grow some more.
I put on a bathrobe and went to the main room. Anna ordered breakfast. I
took coffee and chewed two croissants.
"What is it with you? You were so happy yesterday."
"I don't know! But I wish I could stop it now! ... I'm .... I'm afraid!"
I shut my eyes tight trying to stop tears.
I felt Anna come close to me and put her hands around me. It feels good.
I bent my head and put it on her shoulder. Her scent and the warmth of
her body distracted me from my thoughts.
"There, there." Anna hugged me and patted my head.
It felt good and I wanted it to last. But I also started to feel my body
tense. When Anna kissed my forehead, I wasn't able to hide it anymore. I
raised my head, looked directly in her eyes and noticed her pupils
become bigger when she understood what was about to happen.
I pressed my lips to hers and she started to kiss me back, pushed her
tongue inside of my mouth. We kissed each other passionately before
separating, breathless. We looked at each other, but there was not a
trace of remorse. We kissed again and again. My bathrobe flew away and
Anna's well-trained body pressed against mine.
I found myself lying on my back, moaning aloud. Anna was playing with my
nipples with her tongue, while rubbing my crotch with one hand.
Something is growing inside of me; my abdomen muscles spasm and I shake
my hips involuntary. I saw a flash in my eyes and cry out as I
experience my first female orgasm.
Anna sat above me and pressed my head to her pussy. I licked her with my
tongue, trying to get deep inside of her. It didn't take her long to
come.
We were lying down hugging each other for some time before Anna started
to speak.
"I don't know what is going one with you Fyodor, but I believe it suits
you well."
"What do you mean?"
"When two women are making out, one of them becomes active and the other
passive. I wasn't forcing you, but you choose to be very passive. Maybe
becoming a girl is your destiny?"
I lay in silence, hugging Anna and feeling our naked breasts pressed to
each other.
"Liza."
"What?"
"My name is Liza, I don't feel like Fyodor anymore."
Previous day.
Oleg Simonov was swearing, smoking nonstop and shouting to bring him
good coffee and not the frog juice they call coffee at this station.
Nobody likes people from Moscow. Muscovites tend to be rude and think
too much of themselves. But Detective Simonov was pushing it to the
limit. Normally such behavior would get a man in trouble, but there was
too much attention from their bosses. And it was not only the police
bosses, it was FSB, FSO and other abbreviations. And when someone
started to complain about Simonov, the answer was simple - you get as
good as he is, you can do whatever you like.
Oleg wasn't rude because he liked to be rude, he was rude because he
doesn't understand what is going on. All these years he was able to
crack anything they gave him. Always he was able to get to the bottom of
it. And there was always an explanation. A greedy wife, jealous husband,
psycho neighbor, whatever! And yet here there was only a slim girl who
killed a dozen men with her bare hands? It just didn't make any sense!
It took him less than hour to crack the migrants and make them to repeat
the story two times. It wasn't making any sense.
They found video with two girls running. One of the girls matched the
description and the second girl was recognized as a professional
bodyguard.
For a brief moment it started to make some sense. Professional
bodyguards can do bad things, right? But migrants didn't recognized the
second girl and kept pointing the finger to only one girl.
Oleg downloaded pictures of the girl to his smartphone and went outside.
He took the card out of his pocket. The man with a goatee was right, he
wanted to call him.
"I'm waiting for you at Steakbar Dekabrist, Gorohovaya street 46," said
the man and hung up.
Oleg looked at the phone in disbelief. It was his style to say something
he need to say and then hang up on the other person. It felt strange
when someone did the same to him. He looked at the card carefully.
Svetoslav Perumov the card says. "Ok, Mr. Perumov, let's see what you
have to say."
I started to dress up.
"I'm going out."
"What? I thought Yuri told you to stay in?"
"I don't care what he said, I'm not his property. And I want to see my
mother!"
"Ok, just wait for me and I will find a ride for us."
"Wait, first please help me to unbraid my hair. Let's make a simple
ponytail."
We spent next hour working on my look. I wanted to look as normal as
possible, not trying to hide my breasts, but also not trying to look
sexy. I was thinking about cutting my hair, but Anna talked me out of
this saying that an unprofessional cut will look just awful. Simple
jeans and a blouse. No earrings or makeup. Still I looked like a girl.
Anna organized a taxi with a female driver and said that it was time to
go, but I hesitated looking at myself in the mirror again. I felt
nervous. If my mother accepts me looking like this then I will also be
able to accept myself.
I took a deep breath, it was time to go.
"What do you know about magic?"
"What I know about magic? I know that it is does not exist, that's what
I know!"
"Then let me assure you that in some places the magic is still as real
as electricity for us or this food on the table." The man said and put a
piece of meat in his mouth.
"Is Svetoslav Perumov your real name?"
"Of course not! But I choose this ancient name because we investigate
things connected to ancient magic."
"We investigate? Who the fuck are you?"
"I bet with your manners a lot of people today were saying exactly the
same thing about you. And they all were given the same answer - you are
the best detective in Russia. Then they regretted asking, they felt bad
about it. The fact that such a rude Muscovite is much better than anyone
of them makes them sad." The man swallowed a piece of food before
continuing. "Exactly the same thing may happen if you find out what the
fuck I am, you may become sad learning that there a lot of things you
have no clue about. It is better to keep things as they are. Your boss
already told you all you need to know about me."
Oleg glared at Svetoslav. Such a glare would make a weathered criminal
shiver, and an older person could have a heart attack. But this
Svetoslav, or whatever he was, just looked back at him peacefully and
continued to eat.
"ok, Svetoslav, or whatever your real name is, just tell me what you
know. Why all I managed to find is a girl?"
"Did you find her picture?"
Oleg opened his smartphone and showed the pictures. Svetoslav took the
phone, looked at the pictures intensively and then sat for a few minutes
with his eyes shut.
"Don't spend my time with tricks, just tell me what you know!"
Svetoslav slowly opened his eyes.
"In the very north of Siberia there are still tribes whose livelihood
depends on magic. If there was a storm in the night and all their
reindeers were gone it is only the shaman who can help and point the
right direction to go. If the shaman is wrong they will kill such a
shaman.
A shaman moves his consciousness between the worlds, seeking help from
spirits. The strongest shamans can seek help from the gods. And you can
smirk as much as you like, but for these people it is still reality. And
a very tough reality I must say."
Svetoslav stopped eating and was talking with his eyes half closed.
"One of the oldest forms of magic is performance. During the middle ages
the Russian Church fought with all its power with the folk's
performance. At the time people still knew that acting was a form of
magic. If somebody is wearing the mask of a character and starts to act
as the character, he temporally adopts features of that character.
And before Christianity came, it was a very strong magic indeed. The
pagan priests knew how to connect to specific gods and how to ask for
help. All they needed was a medium to fall into the trance and a
specific ritual to channel the energy.
The downfall of the pagan religion was that you don't have to be good or
moral to access the power. And the gods themselves were not a bunch of
nice guys, some of them were asking for sacrifices. Not because they
needed it, but because they like it."
"For fuck's sake, what does it have to do with the killing in the park?"
"Patience young man! I will tell you everything you may need to know.
Imagine that someone has found a way to use the old magic to reach to
the gods and use their energy. He or she would need help of a medium."
"Ok, I can try pretending to take you seriously for a minute or two.
Suppose someone is doing what you said, what would be his profit?"
"Profit? Enormous! Tons of luck, very accurate information about future
events, such a person would be able to do a lot. But it is not luck or
prophecy we should worry about. If I read the situation right, someone
is helping a pagan goddess to come into our world."
"What?"
"Yes, you are no fool, you know that a young woman can't just kill a
dozen men with her bare hands. Yet, it is exactly what happened. But it
wasn't just a young woman it was a creature out of this world who was
acting through this girl."
"And what are they are trying to achieve?"
"Hard to say. They may believe there's a way to control the goddess. In
this case these people are making a huge mistake. They won't be able to
control her when the transformation is complete and she comes into our
world in the flesh."
"The migrants were trying to rape two girls when our superwoman attacked
them."
"Good to know! It gives us hope that the creature is not a mad killer."
Both men sat in silence for a while.
"When I will find her, what you are going to do?"
"I saw her face, I will try to contact her my way now. When you find
her, call me immediately! I should come to her first!"
"Who are you anyway?"
"I'm part of the people who are trying to study and control such things.
You may get a clue if you will study history of one of the buildings
across this street. I can't tell you anything else, I'm afraid."
My body was getting tense. The closer we got to Tsarskoe Selo the tenser
I became. I used to bike with my friends over these hills. There, on the
right hand, was a WWII memorial with real trenches where we used to play
war.
I kept my ponytail in front and my long hair was touching my lap. I was
thinking about my old friends, wondering what would happen if one of
them saw me. Would he be able to recognize me? What would he think about
me? What will my mother say?
I wiped away a tear. Anna touched my hand and smiled to reassure me.
"Don't worry, it is going to be alright. Every woman wants to have a
daughter. Maybe not right away, but she will accept you."
I smiled back and wiped away another tear.
'Egyptian Gates' - border of the old Tsarskoe Selo. We are getting
close. I took a deep breath and tried to repeat in my head what I was
going to say to my mother.
"Mom, I love you! And I will always love you no matter what happens. And
I thank you for all the love you gave me. I just hope you will be able
to accept me as I am and ..."
"Liza, it is time to go."
The taxi was already standing in front of the building with the door
open. I got out of car and we went together to the flat.
I rang the doorbell - a sound so familiar from my childhood, but nothing
happened.
"She probably went outside for a walk, I will open it with my key." I
said trying to sound calm.
I opened the door with shaking hands, feeling that something is wrong. I
must have told Anna to wait at the door because she stayed there and I
ran to mother's room.
Ever since death of my father my worst nightmare, my horror, was that
mother's weak heart would not be able to handle it. I was running to her
room praying that it was not too late.
A broken cup on the floor, spilled tea - why do you notice such trivial
details in such dreadful situations? My mother wass on the bed with both
hands on her chest. Pale face, she wass trying to speak, but making only
weak rattling sounds.
All my body was frozen with horror. I opened my mouth to scream, but
even my breath is frozen. And then something happened. I started to
breathe again and the palms of my hands became hot. They were getting
hotter and hotter with every single exhale. Without thinking, I stepped
forward and placed my hands on her chest. She was so cold, and the
coldest place was her heart.
I breathed and with every exhale something very hot came out of my hands
making her body warm again. Her muscles relaxed, her face got a healthy
glow. She smiled at me.
"Mom, I love you so much!" I managed to say before falling asleep next
to her.
I was dreaming again. There was a big wooden building. Giant logs were
used to build it. Inside there was a half open door with bright light
coming out of it.
Inside the brightly lit room a tall woman in traditional dress was
sitting there weaving with an ancient wooden tool. The woman sang
quietly, but beautifully.
I stood by the door hypnotized by the look of the woman and her singing.
It reminded me of something, but I was not sure where I heard this song
before.
"Your mother was singing a beautiful lullaby to you when you were
young," said the woman without looking at me. "Come inside, the dress is
almost ready."
I came slowly inside the room and stood there not sure what I should do.
"When Yuri first attempted contacting me, I wasn't paying too much
attention. There are still a few mortals who knows how to worship me
properly and I was content with this as are all the others."
She stopped weaving and took a white dress in her hands with traditional
red ornamentation.
"But he was so persistent in his attempts, I started to notice him. And
then he found you."
She took some more decorations and started to sew them to the dress.
"I was thinking that it could be fun if I came again in the flesh to the
mortals' world. To love a mortal, and to make humans worship me again.
But today I saw your love for your mother and I changed my mind. My
destiny is to protect women, not make them suffer."
The woman stood up, suddenly becoming very tall. I felt like a little
child standing in front of an adult.
"Your dress is ready my daughter."
Her eyes were looking directly at me. Bright light filled all my vision,
there was nothing but bright light. My consciousness and my soul were
filled with it.
Previous day
"None of you lazy bastards, are gong home tonight unless we will find
the place this girl was running to!" Oleg faced local team under his
command. None of them were able to face him for more than a second. "I
don't care if we spend all night here. I don't care if you go blind
staring at the monitors! We will find this girl within 24 hours, that is
all I care about!"
When there was no suspect or a witness, he used his talent to make his
team work like crazy. He will make these people work nonstop till the
moment they find the girl.
The window in his hotel room offered a breathtaking view to the Neva
river and part of the old city, but the man in the old-fashioned three-
piece suite paid no attention to it. He relaxed his collar and sat in a
chair with his hands palms upward.
He sat like this not moving for more than an hour when his watch started
to beep. Slowly he switched off his watch and activated his smartphone.
"Are you with me, brothers and sisters?" he said in English.
"Yes, brother," a number of voices answered.
The man hesitated for a moment, it's not protocol, but he decided to ask
the question anyway.
"Is brother Olof from Norway also with me tonight?"
"Yes, I'm with you brother, why are you asking?"
"Because you have had very good experience with the old gods, and
because I feel fear for the very first time in many years."
"You should feel fear, they are dangerous."
"I saw face of the woman tonight. I will try to contact her while she's
asleep and I will try to stop the transformation. My brothers and
sisters be with me tonight!"
"We are with you brother!" a number of voices answered in unison and
silence came to the room.
The man took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Someone was stroking my hair. I opened my eyes slowly. My mother was
smiling at me.
"Mom! Are you ok mom?"
"Yes, my dear, thanks to you! You placed your hands on me and all the
pain was gone! I feel so good now!"
"I don't know what happened. Something strange is ..."
"It doesn't matter! It is a miracle. And you always were my angel, but I
wished you were a girl. So, it is two miracles tonight." She smiled
again and stroked my long hair.
We hugged and cried together.
I spent the rest of the day with my mom. Anna was with us and she looked
happy for us, but then something changed. She was speaking with someone
on the phone and she looked worried.
"What is it Anna?"
"We can't go back to the hotel."
"I wasn't going back to the hotel. I want to be with my mom."
"You don't understand, there are people looking for you. It can be very
bad! Yuri Nikolayevich is sending his car for us."
"I'm not going anywhere! I will stay with my mom no matter what!" I said
getting angry.
Anna looked at me and went outside.
"We have nothing on this girl, no name, nothing. The rooms were paid for
by a company registered in the Cayman Islands. Security was hired by
another company. It may take a while to find who is behind these
companies." Oleg said smoking yet another cigarette.
"Is there anything to help us find the girl?"
"We know the name of the female bodyguard. She was living with her. Her
phone is switched off, but she has old parents. She must be
communicating with them somehow."
"Oleg, did you tell the FSB this?"
"Yes, but listen, I know the rules of the game, they wouldn't ..."
"Yes, they would, they will try to get the girl before you or anyone
else. You better hurry up! And one more thing, I contacted her my way
last night and I was trying to stop the transformation, but her
connection to the creature is too strong. It is too late for the girl,"
said Svetoslav and hung up.
Oleg threw away the cigarette and went inside.
"Andrey, Sergey!" He called two young police officers under his command.
"What kind of a car you are driving?"
"I'm driving a Volkswagen Polo."
"And you Sergey?"
"My car is an old Lada model number 7."
"That will do, let's go!"
Anna was standing on the street having just finished talking with Yuri
Nikolayevich. He is a wise man, he always knows what to do. Of course,
Anna should talk to the mother and convince her that Liza should go.
A small phone started to vibrate in her pocket. She took it out slowly.
The number was registered to another person. Only her parents knew this
number and they've been instructed to call only in case of real
emergency.
"Hello?"
"Anna, please come to us immediately!" said her father's voice and then
the call was cancelled.
She immediately called back to her father, but there was no answer. She
tried her mother's phone, but it was switched off.
"What is it Anna?" I asked seeing Anna return with a pale face.
"My parents, something is wrong with them, but I think it is a trap to
get to you."
"Yes, it is a trap, I can feel it. But don't be afraid, the daughter of
Makosha will be with you."
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