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PREVIOUSLY ON ST JOHN'S EVE: After a steamy night with Rusa³ek, Micha³ is faced with a fresh horror: a group of village children is kidnapped by a malicious force, to which Rusa³ek refers as Baba Yaga. The two, with help of Damian, Marcin Adam and Tomasz try to find out where the missing children are. However a new demon isn't a piece of cake. The strange power that awakens within Damian seems to be the only reason why they lived to see another day...
Days of the Witch /part II/
NIGHT; DEEP IN THE WOODS
Wlodek woke up with a splitting headache. He was laying besides Adam on the wooden floor of a darkened room, which he didn't recognize. He was terrified for some reason and felt hungry. He sat up and started shaking Adam's arm.
'Hey, wake up! Wake up!'
'What? What's the matter?' - mumbled Adam with his eyes closed.
'I don't know! We are in some stranger's house! Will you get up already?'
'Okay, okay. - replied Adam, a bit groggy. He rubbed his eyes and furrowed his brows - Where the hell are we?'
As much as he would like to tell him (or know himself, for that matter), there was no way to tell where they were, since there was not a single window in the room.
'I have no idea. The single thing I know, is that I'm famished.' - said Wlodek as grumbling in his stomach confirmed his words.
'Yeah, me too. Maybe we should try to force the door open?'
'We aren't strong enough. I don't think I can even stand up!'
'Don't worry, I'll deal with it.' - said Adam.
Wlodek could hear him standing up, walking to the wall and looking for the door. He smiled with pride. Ever since he was six they were best friends, or even something more. Even though Adam was eight months younger than him, Wlodek always looked up to him and treated him like he would treat his older brother.
'I found the door! - exclaimed Adam - move aside, and we'll soon be free!'
But as he said it, the room was finally lit up. Out of nowhere appeared a table with all kinds of sweets they could imagine. They both freezed in amazement.
'What the hell? Where all this food came from? And the light?' - wondered Adam.
'It's just like in those fairy tales that we've read, where Baba Yaga fattened up children to eat them!'
Despite the situation they were in, Adam chuckled.
'Are you serious dude? What are you, a little kid?'
'Don't call me a little kid! I'm nine! And if it's not magic, then how will you explain what just happened?'
'I don't know, but magic just doesn't exist! And I'm so hungry.' - said Adam, making a step towards the table.
'No, wait! What if it's poisoned?'
'Oh, you chicken. It's not! If they want to fatten us, they won't poison it!'
'Oh, so all of a sudden, you do believe in magic?' - Wlodek raised his brow and folded his arms.
'I believe that someone kidnapped us. If they kidnapped us, they want money. If they want money, they have to keep us alive. So the food isn't poisoned.'
Wlodek's stomach found this reasoning extremely credible. Both boys jumped up to the table and started stuffing their mouth like there was no tomorrow.
DAWN; MICHAL'S ROOM
Me and Rusalek are sitting, pressed tightly together, as my cum ejects deep into his body. He groans lustfully into my lips as we kiss. Then I drag him back down on the bed and we share small kisses as our orgasm fades away. Then he rolls of me. I lay for few seconds, staring blankly at the ceiling. Then I turn to my side and say to him:
'Please, remind me, why have I agreed to do this?'
'You know that it's the best way to handle things.'
Of course we aren't talking about what just happened, but rather about the crazy plan that Rusaek came up with and I agreed to put in the motion.
To make long story short, we're planning to set up a trap for a monster, using Marcin and Tomasz as a bait. Since we know that every person I had sex with was harmed in a way, we decided that it would be much easier to have a creature come to us, instead of looking for it.
At first, I was obviously bewildered by such a dangerous idea. But then Rusalek started talking about how useful it was in finding Baba Yaga.
'You used Damian and the rest as a bait? You mean we didn't need them to come?'
'It was your idea to let them come, Master. And it appears that Damian is much stronger than we could expect.'
'O yeah - I remembered - What was it, that he did?'
'i'm not sure, Master. It was some sort of power. One I've never witnessed before.'
'Power? Like magic?'
'Maybe... But there was something weird about it. It was like a tremor in reality. You should be safe with him, as long as you're on his good side!' - he said and we both laughed.
'Okay, so what's the plan?' - I ask.
'My plan is to collect some of Marcin's and Tomasz's hair, or...'
'No blood this time!' - I warn.
'You're no fun, Master. Do you remember what are you supposed to do?'
'Yeah, convince Damian to go back to the woods this evening, find witch and destroy her. Piece of cake.'
In the morning I meet with Damian for our morning run. We agreed to resume it, since there wasn't as much police searching the wood as there was yesterday. I guess they turned to other leads, if there were any... Anyway, this time we decide to take a longer route, since we got much better at running since we've started. All the time while running, I'm afraid that we will wander into the witch domain once again, and surprised that Damian seems to remember yesterday's events only to the point when we've found a strange hut in the forest. This should make convincing him to going there a lot easier. Once we sit down to rest, I ask him:
'We had some nice adventure, yesterday, haven't we?'
'I don't know... It was weird. I thought I knew this forest in and out!'
'Yeah, I asked my grandparents about it. - I choose to lie - They haven't heard of a hut in the forest either. But don't you think it's just great?'
'I watched enough horrors to think otherwise.' - chuckled Damian.
'This year there are only two Fridays 13s and both in the winter.'
'That's only one psycho out of the list.'
'The only psycho in that village is Lukasz. And he doesn't live in the forest. To think of it, I haven't seen him in a while...'
'He takes part time jobs to add to his father's benefits. It all goes to booze anyway.'
'Jesus, no wonder he's so pissed off all the time!'
'That's not it. He was just born an asshole.'
'You really don't like him.'
'He doesn't like me either. He bullies everyone back at school and nothing justifies it.'
'Okay, so if he's busy, he won't be getting in our way for a while. Let's go and look for the hut this evening.'
He thinks for a while and then says.
'Okay, but I'm not doing the convincing part. The rest of the guys didn't look too happy about yesterday.'
'Rysiek wasn't thrilled either. Let them play together.'
Damian hesitates again.
`Can I be honest with you?'
`Sure! What, you don't like him?'
`He just seems so weird. Like he was an actor, or something.'
`Yeah, he's a bit pretentious, he is always like this with new people. But, just between us, he pisses me off too.'
Damian smiles, while I realise, that I had to lie. In fact, during the last two weeks, I've grown quite fond of this uninvited guest.
AFTERNOON; IN THE VILLAGE
Rusa³ek was having a great time. Watching humans, that didn't have the slightest idea of his real nature, was relaxing. Especially after being under constant suspicion from Michal. Their admiration reminded him of old days when demons were feared, worshipped and offered sacrifices. What followed, was a constant demotion and increasing misery. Mankind learned to build fortresses of stone and no longer feared darkness and wilderness. Then, their lack of faith turned into disrespect and then into shameless exploitation. The demons were herded into their dimension and so weak, that they couldn't transgress the boundary between worlds, unless someone summoned them. And even there, they were subdued to their masters. But now he wasn't with Michal. He could show those two humans, what he was capable of.
`So, what do you guys do, to have fun?' - he asked them, after the two gave him the tour around the village.
`Nothing much - replied Marcin after exchanging a glance of embarrassment with his friend - Usually we play computer games, play football, or just sort of hang out.'
`Do you like pranks?' - asked Rusa³ek, with sly grin.
`Yeah, but just between friends.' - said Tomasz.
`Yeah. I'd never do anything to £ukasz. He's too scary. He'd totally take it out on us.'
It was just the answer he was expecting.
`What if you could prank him in a way, that he won't be able to tell who did it? What if you could make it look like an accident?'
`What do you mean?' - said Marcin, furrowing his brows.
`First you have to promise me, that you won't tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about what I'm about to do.'
`Okay.' - they spoke in unison.
`Let's shake on it.'
Rusa³ek, spat on his hand and held it out. After a moment of hesitation, Marcin and Tomasz did the same and shook his hand. Rusa³ek immediately put a hand in his pocket. What fell out of it, looked like a spoonful of dust. Meanwhile, boys were busy wiping their hands on their trousers.
`So, where does this £ukasz live?'
`Come on, we'll show you.'
The three of them walked along side of the road that lead through the village, then took turn left and took the bypath. It lead them to the hovel surrounded with unkempt lawn, and a fence that was falling apart. The only signs of life were coming from a rough kennel, where bony dog was fumbling on a chain and barking at them monotonously.
`What a ruin!' - commented Rusa³ek. Compared to this, his Master's house was almost like a palace.
`His father is drunk most of the time - informed him Tomasz - that's why his wife left him and £ukasz.'
`Even his own mother didn't like this asshole enough to take him with her.'
`Really? I've heard that she met another guy and he didn't want a kid that wasn't his.'
`Yeah, because he is an asshole.'
With that established, boys guided Rusa³ek to a small bush that hid the three from the eyes of whomever would show up on the path.
`If you wanna pull off your prank, then now is the time. - said Marcin - £ukasz should be coming back from his part-time job any minute.'
As predicted, they saw him closing on his bicycle, with his eyes focused on the road. Rusa³ek wasted no time. He picked up a pebble from the ground and thrown it at the wheel of the closing vehicle. With a pinch of magic he adjusted trajectory and boosted the impact of a projectile. The chain stood no chance as it was penetrated and broken. The bicycle zigzagged on the path and then fell over.
The boys shoved their fists into their mouth to suppress the laughter. Rusa³ek looked at them with a devilish grin and pressed a finger to his mouth to let them know that the show was far from being over. Then he ran out of the thicket towards £ukasz, who was still on the ground, holding his knee.
`Hey buddy, are you okay?' - he shouted, running up to him and reaching out his hand to help him stand up.
`Does it look like I'm okay, moron?' - barked £ukasz, but accepted his help.
`Uh, this scratch on your knee looks bad. I'm Rysiek by the way.' - Rusa³ek pulled him up a bit too strong, and their chests bumped. £ukasz jumped back and looked over him.
`Get away from me, faggot. And I'll be just fine. Beat it.' - said £ukasz and after he collected broken chain and a bicycle, he walked home, limping. Meanwhile, Rusa³ek rejoined Marcin and Tomasz.
`What a rude guy he is.'
`We already told you. What did you expect? And why did you even help him?' - asked Tomasz.
`Help him? I don't think so. - he grinned at them and showed them a roll of money, that he had sneaked out of £ukasz's pocket - Now he is in trouble. And he doesn't know me so he'll never figure out what happened.'
Marcin and Tomasz looked a bit confounded, almost as if it was a bit too much for a prank in their consideration. But that didn't last long. Soon the three was waiting, with evil smiles, keeping their eyes fixed on a £ukasz's house. After about five minutes, they feasted their ears on a row they heard between the boy and his father. Then they were treated to even more satisfying view as they saw £ukasz with tears in his eyes, frantically searching for the money he thought he lost while falling down. To ensure a safety of their hideout, Rusa³ek confused him into thinking that the bushes they were hiding in were a stone.
`So, what are you guys planning to spend your share on?' - asked Rusa³ek, after they've seen £ukasz come back to his house empty-handed.
`Aren't we going to return the money?' - asked Marcin, clearly bothered by his conscious.
`How would you even do that? - asked Tomasz matter-of-factly - I think no one punched you in the face for too long and you miss the feeling.'
`No, seriously, we shouldn't have taken that money. He earned it, and it makes us thieves.'
`It makes us even with this fucker, for all the bullying. Come on, it's only his weekly wage!'
`Even? More like lower ourselves to his level. Are you really okay with that?' - asked Marcin, folding his arms.
Tomasz gave Rusa³ek a knowing glance, a call for help in this argument.
`How can you say that, Marcin? Do you really think it makes you better to let him make you miserable? Everyone who makes others suffer deserves a revenge.'
`Yeah, this fucko should taste his own medicine for once. - added Tomasz - Do you remember that time when he and his buddies thrown you into a garbage container and didn't let you out for fifteen minutes?'
Marcin frowned at him for revealing such an embarrassing story in front of the outsider. Nevertheless he seemed to be reconsidering.
`Okay then. But let's not do this in future. And I want my share of money right now.'
His companions assured him that it was just this one time and the money were shared. As the sky darkened, they walked back with satisfaction written all over their faces.
DUSK; DEEP IN THE WOODS
For the most part of our stroll towards the forest we are chatting about nothing in particular, just to keep our minds of off something that seems to us like an utter absurdity. On Damian's part, he must be thinking I'm some sort of megalomaniac. After all even the police wasn't able to find those kids. What could teenegers like us do, that they didn't, right? And for me it feels stupid, because I'm setting up my friend, no, my love as a bait for a cruel and unpredictable creature. Who am I to throw about someone's life like that? Just as we enter the line of threes, I feel a sudden urge to turn around and forget about saving those kids. Who are they anyway? Why the fuck do I care so much? On the other hand I've been there yesterday and I know exactly what I saw. There is no denying. Whether he is aware of it, or isn't, Damian possesses some sort of power that can be crucial to saving lives. We have to try, even if the risk is present.
As I'm about to take a turn left, just as we did yesterday, Damian stops me and shakes his head and points ahead.
We should go this way.
`But we turned left at those crossroads before. You even complained about it, remember?'
`Yeah - Damian says, seeming confused with himself - but it's like forest has changed... Look, it's just kind of a hunch. I can't quite explain it.'
`Well, we might as well try it out.' - I shrug my shoulders and follow him. When everyone around me seem to gain some superpowers, who am I to question their hunches?
As we're walking, I'm checking Damian for anything that may be out of order, and I actually notice something. Except for the times when we are talking about something serious or something is bothering him, a faint smile is always lingering on Damian's lips. And now it's gone. He is completely silent with his eyes fixed on something across from us. To add to the weirdness, he seems to know exactly where we should go, although he's choosing completely different paths than Rusa³ek did, like he has a map in his head. What is more terrifying and amazing at the same time, he seems to be right, as the rickety threes with creepy dolls are appearing more and more frequently. I tremble involuntarily at the menace that we are approaching.
`Are we closing to the hut?' - I ask, just to break the unbearable silence, but Damian doesn't answer. He just keeps moving forward, as if he was pulled by an invisible leash. By this time I get goosebumps and feel even more awkward than before speaking. Besides, my question isn't left unanswered for a long time. After wandering for a bit more we end up on the same glade, where we found Baba Yaga's hut before.
`Okay, so what now?' - I ask and glance over at Damian.
What I see, pushes out a scream out of my lungs. My friend is bent so far back that he seems to be about to break in half. What's worse, there is a trickle of blood running from corners of his eyes, ears and nostrils. His pupils are rolled back. He is wheezing, breathing hardly and frothing. What the fuck is going on?
`COME DEMON, SUCCUMB TO YOUR MASTER. COME AND KNEEL BEFORE ME, I COMMAND YOU!' - Damian's mouth are moving but the voice isn't his. It's somber, dark and deep, like oblivion itself and seems to be coming from elsewhere. To my amazement I realize I'm sitting on the ground. I want to stand up, but can't, pinned down to the ground by paralysing fear.
Then there it is again. Tall, cloaked silhouette with red burning eyes and two monstrous clawed hands hanging down is levitating over the ground, as Damian is straightening up. Suddenly the strength comes back to my limbs, and I start frantically crawl away towards the threes.
The outburst of light draws my attention and makes me roll over to see what's happening behind me. Baba Yaga holds both hands up, creating a ball of fire out of thin air, and then throws it at Damian. I scream again, but he only holds out his hand and roaring ball of flame is evaporated, just like it never existed.
`HOW DARE YOU OPPOSE ME, YOU PIECE OF TRASH!' - shouts that otherworldly voice again.
Then strangest thing happens. Damian jumps forward at the height, length and speed impossible for a human being to achieve. He grabs the head of the creature and releases some kind of energy that demonstrates itself as rays of black light. Baba Yaga is screeching and backing off, as Damian lands safely on his feet. Yet the fight isn't over. The witch is trying to attack him with its claws, but Damian is dodging as if he was able to predict demon's moves. And he is not only recreating. He is blasting projectiles that hit Baba Yaga every time. I am scared shitless, but I have to admit, he looks totally awesome.
But something appears to go wrong. Alk the hits seem to miss vital spots, wherever they were. Despite his power, Damian, or rather whatever possessed him, needed my help. I'm feeling around with my hands and find a long stick. After mustering any courage I had left in me, I stood up and run up to Baba Yaga. Damian seems to guess my intention and hits the creature with another blast of energy that sends it just above the ground. Not wanting to waste that chance, I jump up and smother it with the stick, so that it can't move away.
`Hurry up and finish it. I don't know how long I can last!'
My friend walks up to us. There is something wicked and evil about his smile. I hope never to see it again.
Once he stands before us, the dreadful voice sounds again.
`THAT IS YOUR END. GO BACK TO THE BOTTOM OF HELL, WHERE YOU BELONG.' - and with that Damian places his hand over Baba Yaga's eyes. It's scream is so loud, that my eardrums are about to break.
Suddenly, my vision blurrs out and despite all the noise I can hear clearly howling dogs and somebody's voice sounding like it was coming from somewhere far away in time.
`Do it, they're just some stupid strays. Nobody's gonna miss them.'
I'm thrown back into reality by the feeling of burning pain in my chest. I feel a pain in my knees and realise that while having my vision, I have fallen to all fours. I quickly look around. Everything seems to be back to normal. Forest looks like it's supposed to, with green trees and birds flying around. The sky is lit orange by the rays of the setting sun. Baba Yaga's hut is gone. Instead, around a tree trunk I can see a group of sleeping kids. Then I look the other way and see Damian laying on the ground, sensless.
I quicly crawl up in his direction. His face is much more pale than usually. The trails of saliva and blood are still visible on his face. The view literally brings tears to my eyes. I'm desperatly trying to shake him awake, as I refuse to even consider the possibility of him being dead.
To my relief, he blinks twice, inhales deeply and then looks at me.
`Why are you crying?'
`That's because I'm looking at you, and you look like shit.' - I burst into sightly hysterical laughter.
`Then I hope you don't have mirrors back at your place.'
`You lost your consciousness for a moment. - I explain - Do you think you can walk?'
`Let's see about that.' - he repiles and sits up. Instantly he covers his eyes with his hand, a clear sign of experiencing a vertigo. Scared, I support him, by grabbing his shoulders from behind.
`Are you sure you should try this? You don't seem to be in shape.'
`No, it's fine. It happens to me sometimes when I try to get up too quickly. Sometimes I even get a nosebleeds. Go and see about these kids. It seems that we've found what we were looking for.'
`Are you sure you gonna be ok?'
`Yes mom, I'm sure. Go, I'll join you in a minute.'
I walk up to the group of seven kids, judging by their looks they are aged from seven to eleven years old. There is something strangely beautiful and terrifying about them sleeping with delicate smiles on their faces. I hunker down by the chubby boy with dark curly hair that seems strangely familiar. I shake him awake. As he opens his eyes, he gasps and looks around in panic.
`W-where am I? What have you done to us? What happened to Adam?'
`Hey, hey, buddy, calm down. I came here to help you. What's your name?'
`My name is Wlodek. What happened to Adam and the other kids?'
I deduce that this Adam must be the brown haired kid that is still sound asleep next to him. Only now I'm realising that I actually saw the two at the festival held on the night when I found the Flower of Fern.
`Wlodek, listen to me. This is very important that you stay calm. My name is Michal. Me and my friend Damian have been looking for all of you for two days. We don't know who took you away, but we think that you have been given drugs that made you see things that aren't there.
`Like witches? And ghosts?'
`Yes, for example. Is that what you saw?'
`Yeah, and it seemed so real... I'm still kind of scared.' - he looked ashamed of himself for admitting it.
`Wlodek, I'm going to need your help.'
`Really?'
`Really. I need to see if Damian is all right. Can you wake up the other kids?'
`Sure, I can do it.' - replies kid and gives me a cute smile.
Back to Damian, he's already on his feet, but he looks terrible with blood clots on his face. I advise him to use a grass to clean it off, as I don't want him to scare the kids.
Once everyone is ready to go, we set out to leave the woods. Although this adventure has come to an end, there are even more questions arising. And I was in desperate need of answers.
TBC
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