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Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Twenty-Five: Epilogue

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

Chapter Twenty-Five

Epilogue

 

 

April 14th, 2003

1:31 p.m.

 

            It looked like an island in the sky, like some perfect version of Laputa. The dark rock, which made the bottom, was smooth to the touch and looked like the sort of stones one used to get in Warner Brothers cartoons. This was a rock that Wiley Coyote would look desolately into as it came ever closer to obliterating his afternoon.

 

            Above the yellowish stone was still the field, and the brook of cool clean water coming from no source and flowing towards no pond. It simply started at one end and ran through to the other end. The grass here was actually green a lush emerald, and it as tall and verdant. There were small white butterflies, which fluttered lazily through the soft air, going about their affairs. One might almost think that this was merely a patch of one reality that had been temporarily displaced into our reality. One might think anything though, so perhaps a more definite statement should come.

 

            The Weirdo and Lucifer walked through it, standing near a tree where the grass grew a little shorter. They looked at a hill, which The Weirdo had made when this place had been built. It had grown up around him, as an idea of perfection.

 

            “You know how wrong it would be to build anything here?” Lucifer asked.

 

            “No.” The Weirdo said. “You have to make something.”

 

            “Do I?”

 

            “Yes.” The Weirdo said. “Those fields always seemed to me to be too open to the elements.”

 

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May 19, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Twenty-Four: The Forces of Evil are Victorious (Do not forsake me oh my darling)

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

Chapter Twenty-Four

The Forces of Evil are Victorious

(Do not forsake me oh my darling)

 

 

April 14th, 2003

11:45 a.m.

 

            They writhed on the floor, shaking as Lilith walked towards a second stairway. This stone walk way led up to the roof, where the ritual began. They were unmoving for some time, though few have a capacity to tell how long. The pain was unendurable, yet it never seemed to break them. It seemed to hold them at the very edge of their endurance, to keep them in pain for as long as possible.

 

            On another floor, Aphrodite was trying to crawl away as another shock of pain wracked her body. Eoster had somehow managed to get out of the scope of influence and watched as Aphrodite and the gray man shuddered and writhed on the floor. Her hand went to her mouth to hold back a scream as they lay trying to scream. That was the worst part, after a few early cries, they simply made croaking noises.

 

            She couldn’t endure watching any longer and something from her belly made her move. Later she wondered if it was the child inside her that made her move, and had protected her. Tears were pouring down her face she hadn’t noticed that she was sobbing until this moment. She turned and began to run down the hall, trying to figure out what to do, and bumped into an answer.

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May 18, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Twenty-Three: Lilith’s Check Mate

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

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lilith’s Check Mate

 

 

April 14th, 2003

7:54 a.m.

 

            Max was lost in a dream, looking for something that had become lost. He couldn’t remember what it was, or even what it looked like, but he kept looking anyway. He was looking around the whole house and finally came to the front door. He touched the handle and was surprised to find it warm; the knob was usually so cold. He opened the door and found that now the door opened into a wild-west town. It wasn’t a real wild-west town; it actually looked like the Spanish plains.

 

            He felt something in his hands and fell to his knees to examine them. They were twins, perfectly weighted for his hands. They were a pair of Samuel Colt’s patented peacemakers, forty-five caliber double action revolvers. He knew them, he knew these pistols because they were his pistols. They were made of silver, but had tarnished badly over the last hundred years since the death of the last one who owned them.

 

            “Someone who just got the job might want to clean those up.” He heard the gray man say. “Would impress the new bosses.”

 

            “Someone who wanted to impress the new bosses wouldn’t have been given the job.” Max found himself saying.

 

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May 17, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Twenty-Two: The Plan

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

Chapter Twenty-Two

 

The Plan

 

April 11th, 2003

4:01 p.m.

 

            Charon had been the ferryman for a very long time, since the creation of the post actually. The obols had been his idea, so that he could by himself a few things now and then. He had never been greedy about it, and had often let nice people who didn’t have a coin on the boat from time to time. He had been so successful and the world had become so populated he’d been able to expand, and was now the leader of a fleet of ten. He hadn’t ever really given credence to the rumors of an end. They’d been talking about an end to everything, well since the beginning really. Now though, it was looking like it could all end. Everything could be taken away, in just a moment, just like that. He looked at the two men who he was now ferrying across the river to what he’d always referred to as the live side. He listened to what they were saying and it worried him.

 

            “How many?” The one in gray asked.

 

            “Maybe one hundred thousand.” The one all in blue answered. “Maybe five, I’m not sure. It’s like cattle, every time we’d pass a group, a few would stick. Some times we’d pass by and there’s be no one left when we were gone. They’ve been waiting for someone to lead them out of there, some of them have been waiting a long time.”

 

            “Now tell me the other part.” The gray coated one said.

 

            “Other part?”

 

            “The part that’s worrying you Tommy.”

 

            Charon lifted his staff from the water, bits of the Styx dribbling over his weather beaten hands. They had done this for ages, the water dribbling over the rod and across his hands. That was how his immortal hands had become so weather-beaten. He looked at the dark water as he pushed the long rod back down into it. People thought he operated on a river within Tartus, at least some people did. Either that or they thought Styx was inside Tartus. He’d always been amazed at how stupid mortals were, they would argue that their not supposed to be here, that he wasn’t supposed to be here, that none of this was real. These two didn’t even seem to care, they seemed to just accept all of it, or ignore it.

 

            “They’re not soldiers Weirdo.”

 

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May 16, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Twenty-One: Heroes

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

Chapter Twenty-One

Heroes

 

 

April 11th, 2003

11:30 p.m.

 

The Other sat on the shore and looked at the white ocean before her. It was a foul smelling ocean, and it was an opaque white at that. The soft shore she sat on appeared to be made of some sort of soft wax. It smelled familiar though, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She touched the warm soft ground, which was a solid thing even if very soft.

 

            She wasn’t quite sure how she had gotten there, and she didn’t know where there was actually. She looked at the sky and around her at the waxy shore. She looked down at her bleeding hand and everything just came down on her at once. Had they thought they could win? She was lost and no one would ever find her.

 

            The world was going to end, and there was nothing anyone could ever do about it. If Lilith could invade the house, what else could she do? She might be able to break all the rules and stop The Weirdo dead in his tracks. She had believed in The Weirdo but he was going into the places where no one had ever returned. It would not be inconceivable that he would never return. She was lost, and there was no one left to come get her, they would all be killed and then the world would end.

 

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May 15, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Twenty: The Best Laid Plans

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 Twenty

The Best Laid Plans

 

April 15th, 2003

9:41 a.m.

 

            “You brought a news paper.” The Weirdo said.

 

            “Yeah.” Tommy said, nodding.

 

            “I guess I shouldn’t even ask why you might think of such a thing.”

 

            “I thought you might have to take some time doing some of the things in your plan.” Tommy said. “Like getting past the door.”

 

            “And you were going to read a week old newspaper in the intervening time?”

 

            “Yeah.”

 

            “You would.”

 

            “Yes.” Tommy agreed. “Yes I would.”

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May 14, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Nineteen: A Storm on Olympus

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 Nineteen

A Storm on Olympus

 

 

April 14th, 2003

5:21 p.m.

 

            The Weirdo walked into a small reading room, looking for his laptop and saw The Other sitting with a teenaged girl. She might have been twelve, possibly thirteen. He looked at the two and The Other looked up and smiled brightly at him. The dark haired girl looked familiar but he couldn’t place her.

 

            “Hi Weirdo.” The Other said.

 

            “Hello Weirdo.” The Girl said.

 

            “Hi.” He said back. “Have we met?”

 

            “I’m The Other.” The Other said, never looking up from the book the two shared. “We have been introduced.”

 

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May 13, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Eighteen: It’s a Birth

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 Eighteen

It’s a Birth

 

April 14th, 2003

1:37 p.m.

 

            The Weirdo was barbequing hamburgers and hot dogs when the Assitanians returned. He had made the hamburger himself, by grinding his own sirloin. The hotdogs had come from a pack and he explained that this should warn people off them enough. There were also hot dogs and a chicken as well; The Weirdo was determined to have a good old-fashioned barbeque. He and Tommy shared most the cooking, being the American Dad types. Lucifer had offered to try his hand at a steak or two and cooked them in a way most of them were unfamiliar with. He blew on the coals until they were hot and free of ash, and then set the steaks directly on the coals. He turned them after a few minuets and though it took some doing, Kestrel final volunteered and declared it the best way to cook a steak ever.

 

            Cydrill arrived with Azgana in tow, she was very noble and kind. She was out of her depth, that much was clear, but she made the most of it. She shook hands and called The Weirdo her nephew, which was nice. She had time to say hello to everyone, but The Other shied away at first.

 

            “What’s wrong?” Kestrel asked as The Other hid behind her legs.

 

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May 12, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Seventeen: The Fever

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 Seventeen

The Fever

 

 

April 12th, 2003

2:21 p.m.

 

            “Can it be done?” Lilith asked.

 

            “Yes.” Chandelroth said, looking at the large book before him.

 

            “This isn’t really the sort of thing we should be doing Lilith.” Peach said.

 

            “Peach.” Lilith said calmly. “This is exactly the sort of thing we should be doing.”

 

            “I can perform the right in two days time.” Chandelroth said. “Ten minuets before midnight on the fourteenth.”

 

            “What do you need?” Lilith asked.

 

            “We already have everything.” Chandelroth said. “All we need to do is wait.”

 

            “Wonderful.”

 

           

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May 11, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment

Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Sixteen: The Coin Drop Duel

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 Sixteen

The Coin Drop Duel

 

 

April 11th, 2003

7:01 a.m.

 

            “So pretty.” The Other said running her hands across the Leviathan’s scales.

 

            It had turned out that the massive serpent wasn’t so much a snake as it was a very long lizard. It had fore and back legs, which were tucked under it at the moment. It was also reveled to the group that The Leviathan was actually a she, not an it. She was also proving to be a very tolerant she, as The Other climbed around her face and ran her fingers over the amazingly soft scales. She had expected them to be hard, but they were soft, smooth and firm.

 

            There was a long mane of hair that stared at the back of the horns and ran most of the way down the back of the pale blue creature. There were silvery flecks in the scales that shimmered in the sun’s light, which made her look like a new stream of water. She stretched along the front lawn, basking in the early sun.

 

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May 10, 2014 Posted by | Fiction | , , , | Leave a comment