Cave
Kamchatka Wilderness
Soviet Union
1960
Lizavet trembled under Indy's heavy leather jacket. It compressed her and was warm like a comforting blanket or trusted hug. "I thought I would not see this again!"
Emily was quiet for a moment. "Do you want to tell me?"
Lizavet shut her eyes leaning against the cave walls. "No. But I have shut it away and it has still become a monster. More horrible than the real moments! Or the real monsters!" She took a shuddering breath. "My people are not... welcome. So we take the jobs that we are allowed. I was a prison guard. I guarded Nazis. They overpowered a few guards and took over the prison gulag." Her hands shook. "They took me as a hostage. And they did... horrible, shameful things to me. I can still hear them, feel them, smell them. And when Shorty came close - it reminded me!"
Lizavet trembled inside Indy's jacket. "I let them! I let them! I couldn't fight. I just froze. And by the time they were done... I had betrayed the whole camp and the KBG wanted to kill me! So, I begged my tormentors to take me with them. They laughed in my face, beat me and left me to die at the hands of the KBG."
"But you survived," Emily replied.
"I did not. A part of me... died. She was taken and destroyed." Lizavet swallowed. "Sometimes I think she wants to come back to me. Sometimes I think she tries... but I can't look at her. I can't go back there." Lizavet pressed herself against the cave floor. "I can see her. I get to watch all the horrors, but I can't do anything to stop them! Its horrible! Shameful and...." She looked at Emily. "You were right when you said that you hate being helpless. Thank you for coming to my rescue." Lizavet collapsed onto Emily's shoulder.
Emily paused, then hugged Lizavet. "I'm glad you're safe with us now."
The volcano rumbled in the distance.
Lizavet stared into the darkness.
Emily followed her gaze. "What does your shaman-sense see?"
Lizavet looked at Emily in surprise. "Why do you believe and your father does not?"
Emily smiled. "I grew up in Israel. Its an ancient land with amazing traditions and beliefs. My adoptive aunt had been married to a rabbi killed during World War II. Dad tried to save him - but he insisted on saving his family. She had a certain serenity that came from faith... and... I guess after the nightmares, I wanted that too. So I started chatting with her god. It helped. Dad never came along with it - but he understood it made me feel better."
"Why does he not believe?"
"I... I think its a willing blindness that comes from his need to have concrete facts." Emily paused. "I know he secretly wants to find the truth, or he wouldn't be chasing artifacts that authenticate legends."
"It has become my life and witness, that truth pursues the people that it treasures," Lizavet mused. "Perhaps all your father needs to do is turn around."
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