1. Jack and Jackie. Part 1: Escape
  2. Jack and Jackie. Part 2: Akash
  3. Jack and Jackie. Part 3: Home

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canister. What are they standing here and the two of them staring at me? Come on, come on ...

I got into their memory, like in a closet, and found there a nervous uncle. He said:

- See this girl? Before you - the most dangerous person on the planet. She has superpowers, which we can not even imagine to the full. Destroying it is much more difficult than any of the super agents, and it does not cost anything to destroy you along with the whole city. Her existence alone is a threat to the whole world. When she tried to take her alive, she destroyed our secret center, leaving no stone unturned, and disappeared. I order: destroy at any cost ...

Yeah, right now. Dreaming.

- Hello! - I said. - Well, there in Shambhala?

They tensed like beasts driven into a corner, and I walked, smiling, straight toward them. Such cute guys, a little older than me, only gloomy, as if they had two minutes to live ...

And suddenly the guy raised his canister and splashed on me. A spark flashed in the girl's hands, and ...

... the pain was such that I immediately fell into it to the bottom ...

... and there she was tearing me into millions of burning scraps ...

... and each of them screamed and died ...

... and my nerves were seething and burst alive ...

... and I was sinking deeper into a purplish-black pain, from which one cannot escape ...

... and tried to grasp at This deep, for This, for That Most, but it also burned and was torn to shreds ...

... and instead of it, only pain crept out of me ...

... and I threw it to the right and left, in order to exceed at least a little, but it all intensified ...

... and somewhere from the dark depths of the depths, I, burning to ashes, nevertheless got it and lifted it, and opened it, and filled it with power, and drop by drop, bit by bit, squeezed the pain that evaporated from me, leaving empty the robot, the body ...

... The pain is gone - emptiness remains.

I was in it, and there was nothing in me.

I just was, and I did not hurt. And I could breathe, look, hear and even move.

There were already quite a lot of people around. Someone looked, opening his mouth, at me, someone was jumping around two burning bodies, knocking down the flame.

They lay flat and did not scream.

I knew that I had burned them. I would never do that, but ...

Then I realized that I was naked. Clothes burned out. And there was no hair - they also burned. And I was not burned. And they looked at me.

I looked at them, and they at me. Then I disappeared. Failed through the walls and floors to Tom.

He writhed in bed. I clung to him and absorbed all the blackness from which his nerves cracked, and threw her out into nowhere, and then wept on his chest, although I knew that he was alive and unharmed, it just hurt, just as pained like me...

- Forgive me, forgive, forgive ... - I whispered and tried to be blind with him together, as we did at night.

But nothing worked: Tom inside was bent, as if the truth had burned. And I howled in shame and despair, and then hugged him, clasped my arms and legs - and fell with him to where the hidden voice called me. Home...

***

- Mamaaaa ...

I poked her dress. Now she was dressed, and I wanted her to be naked.

“But I warned you,” said my mother and stroked my bald head.

I was bald and bezbrova again, and even eyelashes were burned. And I was all in the ashes. I could be the same in an instant, but I didn't want to. I didn’t want anything at all, and I soiled my mom's dress, old-fashioned, with lace ...

“Why are you in this outfit, Mrs. Osman?” - asked Tom. He was already normal for a long time, but I still could not get out of the abyss in which I was stuck there, at the entrance.

- This is my favorite dress. I was born more than a hundred years ago, ”said my mother, continuing to stroke me.

- Seriously?

- Completely. Until I was fifteen, I didn’t know who I was. Then came here ... and this is a separate story. At one time I presented it to Mr. Baum, a writer ... but he terribly twisted it. It was not like that at all.

“Mom,” I suddenly picked up.- Where do people go after death?

- This way.

- I thought so. How can I meet them?

- You can meet only those whom you knew in life. And then - if they agree.

“I see,” I said, and called out: “Natasha!” Natasha! ..

I called her inside, mentally.

And immediately saw her.

More precisely, what it has become.

From the amber air in front of me weaved a charred body, crumbling to ashes. It burned to the bone, and he had neither eyes nor ears.

- Why do you need me? - asked the body in the same charred voice.

I could not speak. I gasped, looking at her ... and she stood and waited.

And then I still said:

- Natasha ... I was burning too. I was a fire too, like you. Now I know how it is ... Why are you, Natasha?

- What else should I be? It hurts me. I keep burning. It will always hurt me ... I betrayed you and got what I deserved ... but it still hurts me. It hurts ... Leave me alone and do not touch more.

She disappeared. And I was silent and gasping for some time, I don’t know how much until mom and tom started teasing me, and I realized then that they hadn’t seen or heard her ...

“Mom,” I asked, “can we raise the dead?”

“What are you saying,” said Mom. - Of course not.

- Why?

- Well ... I myself do not know much. I was born and raised in the United States, like you, only a hundred years earlier. I just know that this is impossible. Before death, everyone is equal - both people and akashs.

“But ... but ...” I felt some kind of trick here and could not identify it. “But I almost died myself ... and yet I did not die!” And I can do all these incredible things - move through space and all that. There must be some way! ..

“There’s no such way, Jackie,” came the voice of his father. He came down to us from the top of the hill. - How is there no way to return the House, lost millions of years ago. Dorothy will not tell you anything - she is almost as new as you are. Your ancient tribesmen knew a million times more than I, but ... ancient knowledge is lost. Believe me ...

“And please, Jackie, deal with your hairline already,” said Tom. “You can, I know.”

“I don't want to,” I snapped. - I want to be bald and ugly. And dirty. In memory of Natasha.

- And how long do you want this to be?

- I do not know. After all, time is only an illusion, have you forgotten?

I said it mockingly, copying mom and dad.

And suddenly...

“Father,” I said slowly, trying not to miss this strange thought. - And tell me such a thing. If our world is an illusion, and we can change it, then ... does it mean that time also obeys us?

“Hm,” he said. - Honestly, I did not think ...

- Tom! - I shouted. - Go here!

- Where are you going again? - Mom jumped up. - Jackie, were you a little? Do you want to burn again, or explode, or ... and for Tom to relive it with you again?

“Tom,” I said. - Are you with me?

“Yes,” he sighed, and came up to me.

And I hugged him as tightly as I could.

- Sorry mom. I will get back to you. And I will not be so stupid, I promise, - I said. - Forward!

And once again sparked in the void ...

***

- What are you thinking? - asked Tom, when we landed in our apartment.

“Look at the tear-off calendar,” I said.

“Fuyuyu,” Tom whistled, walking over to the table. - I remember exactly that I changed the days ...

- And there is. We are five days back. Hide yourself: Natasha is about to come.

- Just do not forget to grow hair! - said Tom, going to the kitchen. - And do not eat her candy! And in general - be careful!

- I will! And you do not peep how we do it, okay?

When Natasha came - alive, beautiful, truly-affectionate - I could not stand it and burst into tears on her neck, and then, when we undressed, for a long time I licked my sweet body from head to toe, from fingers to ears. And now I felt like she was torn between me and my task. I really heard her nerves crackling ...

And I knew that on the right track. But at the beginning I was full of Natasha and her body. I drank in her silky skin, her ears, her small pink nipples, which were not so similar to mine, brown and big ... And I twitched out my tongue for three waves of bliss from her secret corner, which she called "Aladdin's Cave" .

And when she broke up in bed, I told her:

- Listen carefully what I tell you. I made it so that you can neither move nor speak until I express everything I wanted.

Her eyes flashed with blue lights. And I continued:

- Do not think that I do not know who I am. And I know that you came for me. I know who you work for. And I know that you are not indifferent to me. And now I want to show you something. That's what will happen to me if you do what you want to do ...

I entered her brain, and Natasha saw how I was burning alive.

- That's what will happen with Shambhala ...

She saw how the sugar cubes burst and go into the abyss.

- But what will happen to you ...

At first, Natasha saw herself crouched on the floor, and then a charred body on a pole.

- Please, think properly. You can leave, and I will not stop you. But ... you are dear to me, and if you decide to stay with me - I will help you to hide from your masters. And - I have another mission for you ... You are free, Natasha.

She jumped on the bed and crawled into the corner, looking at me point-blank.

Then she suddenly burst into tears ...

After a few seconds, we licked like mad again.

- Want to be with me? - I asked, kissing her chest, and Natasha nodded - "yes." - Do not be scared of me. Do not be afraid of anything...

And suddenly her expression changed.

So, I was even scared for her reason.

- Help me. I have never done this ... - I tried to insert a member into her "Aladdin's Cave", and he slipped out. “Didn't you know that I could be a man?” Oooh! ..

I didn’t like to be a guy very much - but probably they should have been at least for that.

“This is your new mission,” I said, and slipped into Natasha, wincing at a strange, unusual pleasure. “Tom and I won't have kids.” There are only two akashs left in the whole universe - me and my mother. Want to give birth to a third? Do you want to have a child Akasha from me? ..

“Yes,” she nodded.

And I stopped holding back ...

7 comments
  • March 31, 2017 7:02

    Man!
    And now I want to continue)
    You are welcome!

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  • March 31, 2017 8:54

    But it will already be Santa-Bar ... that is some sort of Santa Shambala :)
    And you have to allocate a separate cycle.

    By the way, no one knows what to do to make the link to the story appear on the PT page (it is not on the main page, not even in the “stories”)? As if there is no story, and the customer does not see it. Admins wrote - useless.

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  • March 31, 2017 9:11

    No, just another last part, in which the girl was born) That's all.
    About the link - I do not know. Most likely, this is a glitch. Write on the forum, there will help.

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  • April 2, 2017 10:11 PM

    Man! Give Santa Shambala !!! In our time, with my daughter ...
    By the way, I saw the link, read it, but did not see it before, it means they did it.

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  • April 2, 2017 23:13

    Done, thanks admins. And singled out at my request in a separate cycle.
    If I pull two cycles at once, I'll try)

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  • April 3, 2017 0:03

    Already pull ... Interesting. I noticed that I chose only a few authors, including you, and I only read them. The rest are underdeveloped shkolota. And you and a few more are yes ...
    Yes, even separately Kozyavin, just gone somewhere, an infection. Do not know what happened to him, by chance?

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  • 20 April 2017 12:28

    Toward the end, it became unclear if akashs were so omnipotent that they could even fly in the past and change events, why could Dorothy not give birth to a bunch of children, say, a few dozen akashs? She knew how to manage the resources of her body initially, so why are Dorothy and Jack the last in all the universes? Jack will be able to give numerous offspring, or then there will be only three of them?

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