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Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Eleven: A Great Duel (or the Tale of the Lightning)

Note: The point isn’t really for you guys to read a chapter everyday. That would be crazy, these chapters are about 30 pages long. This is just an info-dump situation, collect them all and read at your leisure.

This is basically an un-edited version of this book. There will be typos. There will be your/you’re errors, because I’m dyslexic as hell. Why am I posting it? I’ve more or less come to the conclusion that some major things needed to change, so I’m changing them. However, I like the old version and I already gave you Twins In Death in the old form, so have this one too. It doesn’t matter, the books are being re-written, so enjoy.

Brothers & Sisters
A Tale of The Weirdo
By Brett N. Lashuay

Chapter Eleven

A Great Duel (or the Tale of the Lightning)



April 4th, 2003

5:00 p.m.


            The Weirdo looked up at the cloudy skies, and wondered where everyone was. This duel was supposed to start at five, wasn’t it? He looked at the clouds and was only a little surprised when they parted and the sun shone down on him. The sun’s light was particularly warm, even though it hung at an impossible place in the sky. It was hanging at place where it might be if it were two or three in the afternoon. Come to think of it he thought it was a bit odd that the clouds parted in two like that. He looked at the clouds again.


            They were like two huge cardboard cut outs that had been hung in the sky with clouds painted on them. As if to exemplify this, one of the cloudbanks suddenly slipped and was perpendicular to the ground. It was as if one of the two people holding this bank lost their grip and the bank swept sharply to one side. The other person holding the bank let go and the clouds fell down behind the skyline of the city. The second cloudbank was suddenly lifted away from sight. He could swear that he heard a rustling of paper as it moved, and then the sun shattered.


            This is to say that the sun was a giant plate or perhaps a mirror that was reflecting light onto him. Some sort of BB gun suddenly shot this massive mirror, apparently. The sun shattered and the bits fell from the sky down behind the skyline where the clouds had gone. There were shattering sounds as the bits hit the ground, or where one would think the ground would be. The sky went dark deprived of it’s light, though it did in a sort of embarrassed way.


            “What in the name of Athena’s small but perky breasts?” The Weirdo asked.


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