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RETURN OF THE BRUJO

CHAPTER SIX

by

BlackFury



Peter was locked in his own mind. He had retreated into that

secret place that even the Brujo didn't know about but, that hadn't

stopped him from invading the young cop's dreams. Peter tried to stop

himself when he saw his hands reaching for his father's throat and

was horrified when he couldn't. He was relieved when Kermit came in

and conked him on the head.



Peter remembered suddenly that he was shaolin now, no longer

a cop. He could, somehow, feel his father's chi reaching out to him

but it was being blocked, probably by the Brujo. Then Peter felt

something else, something familiar but yet, elusive right now but

there, on the edge of his awareness.



It felt safe, like someone was trying to send him their

strength but it wasn't quite strong enough to reach him yet. He then

heard his bedroom door lock and smiled inwardly. Trust Lo Sei to

know exactly what to do. Now, he could feel the Brujo's anger at

being locked in but even the sorcerer couldn't get Peter's body out

of the bedroom. Not now.



Peter knew that he had to stop the Brujo and he really wasn't

sure how to do it. He knew that he couldn't stay locked in his own

mind forever, eventually he would have to come out and fight but

something told him to wait, so, he waited.



But then, he could hear the Brujo in his mind again,

laughing, as if he was playing a huge joke on everyone. Then with

growing horror, Peter heard the Brujo talking to him again.



"Fools, Little do they know what I intend my young servant,

You will do as I command, you have no choice. You will do this."

Peter kept thinking to himself.



"No, I won't. I will not, I can fight you and I will." He

continued to wait in his secret place, waiting for help to arrive.



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Mathew Caine and the Dali Lama arrived at the small shaolin

monastery in the Spanish Alps and were shown into the small room the

Abbot used for recieving visitors. There, they both sat down to

speak to Master MaiLai. The abbot was honored and suprised by the

appearance of the Dali Lama and he listened carefully to what was

said.



"Yes, he is here and he had been speaking to me about the

very thing he came here to find." The Dali Lama nodded and turned to

his companion.



"My friend, Damon is here and has been for several months,

seeking his destiny. I brought him to this place away from everyone

he knew so that he would not be distracted by outside influences. I

believe that he has made his decision, which is why we are here." He

turned back to the abbot and smiled.



"This is Damon's father, may we see him?" The Abbot nodded

and led them to one of the small rooms. He knocked once, opened the

door and stepped back.



Damon turned and he smiled as the Dali Lama stepped into the

room. His expression turned to one of apprehension when he saw his

father walk in. Mathew Caine looked at his younger son as he walked

in. There was a serenity about Damon Mathew had not felt before, but

welcomed.



Damon bowed to both men, giving them the shaolin salute. The

two older men returned it then, all three sat down. The Dali Lama

cocked his head at Damon and smiled.



"Have you found what you were seeking, young Caine?"

Damon looked at the floor for a moment and then, a serene smile

spread across his face, unlike any Mathew had seen before. For an

answer, he rolled up his sleeves.



Tears of joy streamed down the older Caine's face as he saw

the unmistakeable brands of the dragon and the tiger on his son's

arms. The Dali Lama nodded, a sweet smile on his own face.



"So, you decided to embrace your heritage after all. That is

good, my friend. Your new strength is needed. Your nephew, Peter,

is in trouble and needs your help. Listen, and I will tell you."



Damon's face clouded in anger as he listened to what the

Brujo had done and was again doing to his nephew. When all was

silent, Damon looked up.



"Yes, I will come with you."



TBC