Katharina III
The curtain is raised;
The opera house was at capacity this night. In attendance were some of Russia’s elite, some politicians and high ranking military officers and some of St. Petersburg’s most well to do citizens. The Czar himself was expected to attend however at first curtain call he had not yet arrived (How lucky can one man be) This was it- her big moment she took a deep breath as the curtains started to rise. Katharina stood poised waiting for her musical cue and searching the audience for her parents and at the very first note the commotion started first in the audience and then on the stage right up through the floor boards they came and also from crashing through the mirrors that lined the walls of the opera hall. The hordes of hell poured into the theater. All hell was un-leashed as legions of demons viciously ravished raped and murdered. None were spared save a few of the guards posted at the entrance who managed to run away at the on-set of this horrendous orgy of death and destruction. Katharina was the only one spared if you could call it that. She was kidnaped and taken by Satan himself and forced back through the shattered mirror which un-shattered itself when the last of the demons departed and was just about the only thing in the theater that was not broken or destroyed. All they left behind was the foulest odor of death and debauchery and filthiness.
At the inquiry into the horrific tragedy, the captain of the guard was called first to testify, he was visibly shaken and un-steady on his feet. And really couldn’t shed any light on the carnage and slaughter, except to say that the three grenadier’s that were part of the detail on duty to provide security for the dance company, were being held responsible for the ballerina’s disappearance and the rapes and murders of the other poor souls whom were taken.
According to interviews with the accused and the physical evidence of the havoc to the opera house, the musical instruments and the horror show of carnage of body parts of musicians, and dancers and audience members It appeared as if wild beasts ravished them all and then painted the walls in blood. In addition a stench so foul, an odor worst then death the smell of evil itself permeated the building.
In their statements, the prisoners maintained grand illusions of conjured demons rising up through the floorboards to rape, ravage, and murder and kidnap, in an orgy of bloodletting, death, destruction, and a harvesting of souls. All of which began with the first movement of a haunting ballet.
The grenadiers stuck hard and, fast to their story, of dark legions from hell being responsible. It was obvious that they had suffered great emotional and mental turmoil and had most certainly gone insane, nonetheless they were the only witnesses and they would make good political scapegoats.
The authority’s sent an emissary to Katharina’s parent’s home to inform them of the horrific events that had un-folded, but all they found there was another un-nerving scene of murder and mayhem. It was apparent that the husband was recently deceased and the cause of death was obvious, as his head was nearly severed, and he had a death grip on his razor.
The mother on the other hand was- was what? She appeared as if she had been dead for years. She must have been dug up and placed here? What other answer could there be? And the house itself appeared to have been the scene; of one hell of a nightmare. The stench was beyond death it was terror evil incarnate. There were hundreds if not thousands of black flies in the house. Brush strokes of blood stained the walls and spelled out a chilling message. “Katharina Supreme Ballerina shall dance the Royal Ballet in Hell”
Of the three grenadiers being held only one was actually able to communicate, the other two only drooled and babbled, and stared off into space. Grenadier Igor Chenkoff did not sign up for this. He was on the edge of sanity, and he was ready to jump. He sat in his dark dingy cell trying to make sense of something or anything.
He was a young man very confused and scared, what would he do what would become of his young wife and the un-born child she was carrying? He sat on the stone cot in the cell and wept.