From Another Dimension, Ch. 4

Scene I:

December 16, 1916, 10:16 P.M.

Moika Palace, St. Petersburg, Russia

Father Grigori Rasputin follows Prince Felix Yusupov into the wine cellar of the palace.  The two consume wine and cake, though the Prince drinks from a different wine bottle.   Moments later, Rasputin asks to excuse himself, complaining of an upset stomach.  Rasputin begins to walk out of the cellar.   He quickly collapses and his body spasms with seizures.

The Prince waits several minutes and then examines Rasputin.   Rasputin is still breathing.  With a frown, the Prince hurries back up to the main foyer of the palace where he has a heated conversation with Grand Duke Dmitri Pavlovich.   Duke Pavlovich then produces a shiny silver object which he provides to the Prince, who quickly stuffs it into his pocket.

The Prince returns to the wine cellar.   He checks Rasputin's neck for a pulse.   Suddenly, Rasputin's eyes open and his hands raise weakly intent on closing on Prince Yusupov's throat.  A struggle ensures.  Three shots are fired.

Two more men enter the wine cellar.  These individuals are later identified as officers of the British Secret Intelligence Service (SIS) stationed in St. Petersburg at the time.   One of the men, a Lieutenant Oswald Rayner fires a Webley .455 revolver at point blank range into Rasputin's forehead, killing him instantly.

The three men then bind Rasputin's body in a carpet and drop it into the Neva River.

Scene II:

March 17,1917, 9:47 P.M.

Cemetery at Tsarskoye Selo, St. Petersburg, Russia.

A group of men wearing factory uniforms uncover the grave of Rasputin.   Rasputin's body is conveyed to a nearby wooded area where the group prepares a pyre.

As the flames begin to engulf Rasputin, he suddenly sits up.

Overhead, the crowd bows as a golden light shines, and an inter-dimensional portal materializes in the otherwise clear night sky. Golden light shimmers though a jagged opening. Though the streaming light, a mass of prismatic tendrils materialize over the crowd eventually enveloping Rasputin. Surrounded in the sensual embrace of the tendrils, Rasputin looks up, his smile now serene.

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