- home to Tom ...

The door opened again. Natasha entered.

This is what I did not expect to see here.

“You think you're the strongest here?” She shouted to me from the doorway. “You think no one can handle you?”

She was eight years old and hung up - a witch-witch. Or was she always like that, but I didn't notice?

The black tornado spun stronger, and I already wanted to throw her out of the room, but ... I saw her look.

He was not at all like words. He said "do not listen to me." And Natasha herself, shouting nasty things, barely noticeably shook her head. And stretched my hand.

There was something in his hand - some kind of piece of paper. I took it, and Natasha jumped out, shouting to me:

- Bald obrazina!

On a piece of paper it was written:

"Do not be afraid of anything. You are Akash, you can do anything. They won't do anything to you. Your husband is here with them. Release him. I'm a bitch, forgive me. "

Devil.

“So I am Akash, and I can do anything?” - I asked whether out loud, or to myself.

And I thought - is it a dream? Although she knew not.

If I can do everything, it means ... it means that I can not be bald. My hair, my curly miracle ...

And they immediately sprouted through the skin and enveloped me! It was painful ... but now I was myself! And the eyebrows were in place, and even the hair in the groin.

The door opened again. Some type has entered it. Behind him, the cranks covered their suits, pointing guns at me, creepy-looking. But I was not scared, but ridiculous. I felt, I absolutely knew that they were not a threat to me.

“Follow me,” said the type in Russian. - We won't do anything to you.

“Of course, you will not do anything,” I said. - The gut is thin. Why else would I follow?

- I will take you to the monitor and show something.

And I went after him, as I was, naked, barefoot, with a shock of loose hair. I shamelessly walked past the Crank, and they stared at me through their helmets ...

“Look,” the type led me to the overhead screen.

I screamed - there was Natasha tied to a pole.

“If you don’t do what you are told, we will roast it alive,” the type said. - It will burn long and painfully ...

- Chtoooo ?! - I turned to him. - Well, lead me to her!

- Only after ...

- Vediiiiiii! - I shouted, and this type shouted with me - from pain. Cranks began to clap their guns, but I did not even pay attention to them. - Lead, or I'll fry you myself! Right here.

Type smoked.

- Yyyyy! - he howled and rolled on the floor. - Do not, I'll take ... I will try ...

And he led me down the corridor, reeling like a drunk. Crankies followed me, retreating a respectful distance. “Anxiety, anxiety ... block sector B,” I heard from behind the walls.

“We won’t get through here,” said the man, howling in pain as we approached the iron gateway that looked like a gateway. - We were blocked.

“Both blocked and unblocked,” I said, and the gate disappeared. There were - and no.

Instead, there was a wall of water. And she rushed at us.

I was not that scared - rather confused by surprise. And I even managed to wet a little before I spread the water that was raging around me, dragging everyone and everything with me.

And then I was terribly angry.

They wanted to catch me in this stupid trap, but in the end only killed their people.

I was so angry that the black tornado spread me to the very top of my head, and I suddenly saw everything around me, the whole building, as in the drawing. And I realized where Tom is, where my things are and where Natasha is.

Only Natasha, I did not feel. It was bad, very bad, and I rushed to her - I do not know how, through the water, walls and ceilings, holding on to my thought, like a thread ... and got into the room I saw on the screen - with a pillar.

But it was too late. They deceived me: a charred body dangled on a pole.

And then I screamed. Tornado dispersed me so that it hurt.

Some direct, like rails, paths through the overlaps and voids I entered the room where my things were, and took my bag with the diary that these freaks probably read and copied; then it penetrated the same way to Tom.

- Jackie! - He shouted and rushed to me. - Why are you naked? How are you? How do you? Everybody ho ...

He stopped himself, looking into my eyes.

- Come on. Hang on - I gave him a hand. He clung to it, and we flew along these inner rails of mine out into the air.

***

Mountains piled around with snow and glaciers.

- Wow! - breathed out Tom. - Jackie, how are you doing ... Lord! What's the matter?

Before us stood these buildings - white cubes, similar to refined sugar from Soviet trains. Helicopters circled above.

- Jackie, what are you ... do not, Jackie! Do not! Do not do that! - shouted Tom, running in front of me. But I didn’t do anything - I stood and looked, just looked at all this, and the tornado was boiling in me, stifling my breath. - Do not! There are people! ..

He understood everything, my Tom.

Well. People are so people.

I closed my eyes. Here they are - people. In helmets and without. Armed and not. Men and women. Here they are inside - frightened, helpless before the pain ...

- Jackie! From above! ..

Something black fell on us. It did not have time to fall - I threw it away, beyond the neighboring ridges, and there it flared, splitting the sky. The mountains roared with avalanches.

- Fuck yourself, - Tom cursed in Russian.

So, it means how. People.

And I dived into their brains - all at once, frightened and helpless.

A many-voiced shout rang out — I don’t know, only I heard him, or Tom, too — and human streams flowed from the refinery cubes. People mad with fear and pain that I drove into them (not too much, just to get through) - people ran out and rushed away from the cubes flowing in white dressing gowns like milk.

When I felt that the cubes were empty, I gathered my tornado, boiling in me, in one ray, sent it to them - and ...

“Jackie, maybe you shouldn't ... oh my God!” Oh God, ”Tom repeated, looking as the cubes slowly cracked, settled and with a buzz they fell into nowhere.

When in their place a bottomless hole gaped, he turned to me.

- Jackie! Take it easy! Calm down, do you hear ?!

Helicopters flew away from us and circled over the patch where people had gathered. The tornado stone within me, and with it I stone.

- What now? - asked Tom, when I breathed deeply, to the last bit of air, and looked at him.

I was scared of what I was. I did not want to be like that. I wanted to be an ordinary jackie. Beautiful curly girl, which is a little boy ...

Tom was pale as the glaciers around. I suddenly realized that it was probably very cold here, and it was cold. My naked body felt neither cold nor heat — nothing but traces of a black whirlwind that had burned out every cell of it.

- Where are we? - I asked.

- I think in the Himalayas.

- In the Himalayas? ..

- Yes. I never believed in such things, but ... probably it was Shambala or something. I think you destroyed the base of one of the main geopolitical forces on the planet, Jackie. Now the world will start a mess ... I wonder who was behind all this? Not exactly the United States, I'm sure. And certainly not the Soviet Union ...

- Who are the Akash? - I asked.

- Akash? This is such a mystical database. Such a dimension, where information is stored about everything and everything. This is just from Himalayan mysticism. Why did you ask? I have never heard of any creatures being called this way ... How can we get home now?

When he said “home,” I suddenly remembered something.

Or did not even remember ... and not even me, but something in me somehow responded to this word. Home...

- And where should we go? - continued Jack. - Back to the States? I am a traitor there. In the Union? I think these people will find us everywhere. True, they'd better not mess with you, but ... How do we get out of here, Jackie? And where?

“I think I know,” I said.

I suddenly realized that. Understand how to get home.

Not to dad, not in Voronezh, and home.

I had no idea where this house was and what it was like. I just figured out how to get there.

“Hold on tight,” I said, hugging Tom. I closed my eyes and simply said to myself: "home."

Or did not say, and thought. Or did not think, and did not feel, but ...

Sparks popped around us and the emptiness froze, but I held Tom tightly and he hugged me.

And after a while - in a minute, or maybe in a year - we were there.

Or maybe there was no time at all. But it is not important.

***

Around us there were no more mountains and glaciers.

In all directions stretched impossible, unprecedented purple hills. From above hung the same impossible amber sky with three moons.

- Jackie, where are we? In the next world? Are we dead? - Tom asked me.

And I stood and looked.

Because I have seen somewhere these hills, and the sky, and the three moons. In some of the most forgotten and impossible of dreams.

“I don't know, Tom,” I said. “I really don't know what it's called.” But it seems that this is my homeland.

(To be continued :)