RETURN OF THE BRUJO
CHAPTER ELEVEN
by
BlackFury
As Kermit and Captain Simms left Caine's loft, Peter sat on
the edge of the raised platform all traces of mischeviousness gone as
he looked at the floor. Caine and the others sensed the change in
the young shaolin's mood and Kwai Chang walked over to his son.
"Peter? What troubles you, my son?" Peter looked, not at his
father but, at the serene face of the Dali Lama. It was a few
moments before Peter spoke and when he did, his voice was laced with
sorrow.
"He wanted me to kill you. you know, and you came to help me
anyway." The man nodded silently and Peter continued, finally
looking at his father.
"The Brujo thought that he had it all figured out. He came
after me and knew you'd call for help. Then, he would make me kill
him and then, just to complete our shame, make me kill myself in
front of you. The one piece of the puzzle he didn't know about, was
uncle Damon. That was the one thing that stopped him and allowed us
to find him. But, what would have happened if..." Peter looked
around.
Lo Si smiled as he moved to the younger man and laid a
comforting hand on his shoulder.
"It matters not young Peter, not now. The Brujo was taken to
Shambhala and stripped of his powers. Where he is now, he remembers
nothing of who and what he once was. He can no longer harm anyone,
ever again. You are free, Peter."
Peter nodded, smiled and then hugged his father. Mathew,
Damon, Peter and Kwai Chang spent the rest of the day together, Damon
learning what an extraordinary legacy he was truly now a part of. Lo
Si conducted the Dali Lama to his home where the community welcomed
the Tibetan holy man.
TBC
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