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RETURN OF THE BRUJO

CHAPTER TWO

by

BlackFury



Caine ran into the bedroom and found his son crouched in the

corner, knees drawn up to his chin and his arms around his legs,

rocking back and forth, eyes staring into space. Caine knelt beside

him but didn't touch him. His voice was calm, quiet and cool as he

asked Peter.



"What do you see?" Peter continued to stare, not seeing his

father but, the question got through. His voice was thick and there

was a hestiant quality to them as he spoke.



"He's showing me....who he wants......me to kill. He isn't

in the.....city just yet but....in three more days." Peter's head

turned and the look in his son's eyes told Caine that this wasn't

really Peter. The young cop spoke again, unwillingly, as though the

words were being forced out of his mouth.



"And you cannot stop us this time, priest. This time, he

will do as I command, we are ready for your interference. He will

obey me." Then, without warning, Peter slumped over onto the floor,

unconscious. Caine picked up his child and put him to bed.



What he had heard disturbed him far more than he would ever

admit to anyone. He knew that the only reason he saved Peter five

years before was because the Brujo had not known of his presence.

Now, he knew and Caine feared for his son's soul as well as his life.



After making sure that Peter was sleeping, Caine settled onto

the floor in his usual half-lotus position and began meditating. His

worry was sensed and soon, a familiar voice answered him.



"My son, what disturbes your chi?" It was Matthew Caine,

Peter's grandfather. He was also meditating in his home in St.

Adele, France. His voice sharpened with concern.



"What has happened to my grandson?" Caine sighed and told

his father everything about what had happened to Peter five years

before. Mathew Caine listened and nodded in understanding. Caine

continued.



"My father, the Brujo has returned for my son and now, he

knows I am here and had prepared for this. I fear that I am unable

to save him this time. Peter has the brands of the Shaolin but, his

will has been taken by this sorcerer once and now....I am very much

afraid."



Mathew listened and heard the despair in Kwai Chang's mental

tone. His son and grandson needed him. He came to a decision and

told his son to guard Peter as best he could. He would send

assistance as soon as he could arrange it. Caine acknowledged him

and came out of his meditation to see Lo Si bending over Peter's

sleeping form.



The old one still bore the facial scars of their encounter

with the Brujo and his familiar five years ago. Caine remembered

that battle, with so much at stake and now, he felt helpless. Lo Si

looked at him, his eyes twinkling.



"You are concerned for your son, I know this. You are

stronger than you know, so is Peter." Caine smiled sadly as he

placed a hand on his mentor's shoulder.



"The Brujo has already spoken to me through my son and told

me there is nothing that I can do to stop him, this time." Lo Si

looked at him, an other worldly smile creasing his weathered face.



"My friend, the Brujo is not as all powerful as he would have

you believe. He deals in deception and deceit, using illusion to

make you and your son believe that you cannot stop him. Remember

that you are a Shambhala Master and your son is Shaolin. Combine your

chis and the brujo can be held in abeyance until the assistance

arrives that your father spoke of."



Caine looked at him in suprise but nodded. Then, another

thought crossed his mind and he asked the Ancient to stay with Peter

and guard him until he could return. Lo Si nodded, bowed and watched

as Caine left the apartment. The Ancient then looked at the sleeping

young detective/shaolin and smiled.



"No, Brujo, you will not have him, not as long as this old

one is on this earth. I will protect him, more than you know." He

then settled to watch and wait. Peter tossed and turned a little

but, when Lo Si laid a hand on the young man's arm, Peter would

settle down and go back to sleep.



Caine walked into the 101st and headed straight to Captain

Simms office. He did not look either way as he didn't even bother to

knock, he just walked in and closed the door behind him. Mary

Margaret and her colleagues looked at each other in suprise. They

had never seen that look on the shaolin's face before and it made all

of them uncomfortable.



Karen looked up in suprise when she heard the door close and

she then scowled when she saw Caine. He looked at her and didn't

even say hello. He looked into her eys and saw what he was afraid he

would see.



"You are dating someone new that you met a few weeks ago, are

you not?" Karen was flabbergasted. She looked up.



"As a matter of fact, I am. Why do you ask, not that it's

really any of your business." Caine's face had suddenly grown cold

and Karen was frightened of him.



"The man you are seeing is a sorcerer and he intends to

destroy my son, using him for his own evil purposes. It is the same

one who tried to use Peter to kill a foreign diplomat visiting this

city five years ago. He is a Brujo, sorcerer. He visited our temple

once, when Peter was a child and, to my sorrow, I did not know that

he was terrorizing my son to obey him later on. I was able to stop

him five years ago. He is using you to get close to Peter and to

me. You must find the willpower to resist him or we are all

doomed." He finished and, opening the office door, left, leaving

Karen wondering just what she had gotten into and whether or not

Caine had finally lost it.



TBC