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The Watcher -- Chapter 5

1.  The mountain sparkled with celestial life as freshly embodied souls disembarked.    

2.  "He accepts me as his friend," Micah defended to his High Up.  

3.  "For intelligence reasons, the Counsel has decided to assign you to him," his High Up explained, "You impressed the right ones."  

4.  "You mean," Micha began...  "Permanetly," his High Up confirmed.  Micha grinned.  Jolvians were permitted to chose non-Thulians for friends, but interspecies friendships were never known to last.  Bri met Micha on a reciprocating expedition to Thule-Vril, the twin inhabitable planets orbiting Jol, known to everyone else as Jol 1 and 2.      

5.  "The Counsel believes that your friend is being groomed for the Highest on Vejhon," his High Up clarified.  "He doesn't think so," Micha replied.  "Shellan modesty," his High Up corrected, "Even the Cacci Dai were impressed with his Theite treaty; an impressive work by any standard."    

6.   Micha pixelated a fuchsia-rose color and then faded out of view to hide his involvement.  "The Jolvian aspects of the Theotian treaty would have been impossible to inculcate..." High Up touched Micha's invisible shoulder to re-pilelated him to his natural white scales, "...without a little help from a... 'certain' Vril." 

7.   Micha looked away as if alerted to something in the distance.  Jolvians were not astutely psionic, but scale reading was a science.  The agrarian tones intermittantly bleeding into his scales was a clear indication that he was concerned about something.  "Your friend?" High Up asked with parental concern.  If their friendship had not been genuine, Micha would not have sensed anything.                 

8.  "Life through Light and Death," Micha began but didn't finish.  That narrowed the possible locations down to one.  "Your friend must be in trouble.  You know that's a Thuelian intonation?" High Up querried matter-of-factly. 

9.  Micha gave High Up a 'be serious' expression that didn't need to be vocalized.  "It's a Society expression," Micha clarified, "and they hate the government there."  That truth was well known.  "You better go back," High Up suggested, "There's a flight waiting.  We'll check on you periodically."   


10. It had been several years since Bri felt the queasy uneasiness of a psionic attack.  His vision blurred and blood pressure raced.  The luminous green faded to shades of gray.  Dark blotches obstructed the light and the natural sound of tropical birds was replaced by a crushing vacuum in his head.  A dreadful pressure bore down and squeezed his body like suddenly finding himself 300 fathoms underwater; unable to breathe.       

11. He shielded himself the best he could while the swaying horizon threw him off balance.  If he had attempted to shout -- nobody would have heard him.  Sound cannot travel in a vacuum. 

12. Another shellan might have felt terrorized, but Bri recognized the attack style and knew who the attacker was.  If 'death' had been the point -- he would have been dead already.  Nothing Kor did ever surprised Bri.  
13. A mischievous part of Bri was impressed since he had forgotten what a psionic assault felt like.  Typically, a Guard always shielded him, even if passively, but since nobody wished harm upon the shell's top-ranked poster boy, the Director let him walk the last mile unshielded.  He was, after all, 'officially' off-shell near the Outter Banks, Azoth knows where.    

14. The psionic headlock was getting old but Bri was a patient warrior.    

15. "I know it's you, Kor," he sighed psionically, "and you know, I know it."  He couldn't count the number of times he said those exact same words as a kid.    

16.  The winds threw around more leaves than usual and a few branches snapped overhead.  The shellcast had called for another flawless day... 

17. Bri wanted to repel this nightmarish dreamscape, but his effort would only humor Kor, so he didn't bother.  Everyone was expected to accept that Kor's rules trump all others; there was only one imperative when playing in Kor-land.           

18. Bri had been immunized against torture many years ago; to include psychiatric and physical pain.  "It's all relative," he quipped, and laughed at his stupid pun, redacting to a younger mentality.  

19. He was thinking that he might have to kick Kor's ass if the attack didn't stop.  Kor knew that Bri wasn't afraid of him; Bri's just wanted Kor's attention, so he indulged his vanity to give superficial substance to a finite relationship.  Kor always claimed to want no relationship, yet he feigned these accidental encounters every fracking time.      

20. "Your days are coming to an end," Kor said psionically  in a menacing tone.  "So I got a rise out of you," Bri thought.

21. Bri gave it a second thought, "Are you a prophet too, now?" he mocked him.  They had been fighting since they were 2 and probably would be fighting when they were old.  Bri chuckled under his breath, "My days are coming to an end?" he echoed.   He was the only object that ever saw this side of Kor, whose predatory stare typically warded off the naïve.          

22. There was the lull.  Bri sighed, unphased by the special effects, "This would be great if I hadn't seen it so fracking many times!"  The familiarity, however, was comforting.  "Shellans become used to cruelty and in the end make a law of that which they despise," he remembered from middle school. 

23. "How come you never go see Mother?" Bri asked, ignoring the effect of his brother's attack, "She sends her greetings."  Then he rephrased, "Frackin' ass hole!  It wouldn't kill you!  You live right frackin' here!"  He was being polite.  Kor liked it.  "Oh, so you still 'feel' something?" Bri heard from the angry, twisted foliage.  "Guards!" Bri rolled his eyes, "there you go -- with your diversionary irrelevancy."  Bri intoned an octave higher, "Oh, so you still 'feel' something!"  He knew that would piss Kor off.      

24. His legs were kicked out from under him by an unseen force -- his body fell back but did not touch the ground.  Instinct should have taken over, but Bri had this whole sequence memorized, as if it was yesterday.     

25. An unseen power cradled Bri and lifted him up gently.  The wind stopped, the pressure stopped and a ray of misty sunlight illuminated Bri's body as if God was retrieving a fallen angel.  In Kor's version of Heaven, Bri only rose to about 10 feet, but the sensation was convincingly divine.  He could feel the sunlight. "You've got a lot better at this," Bri commented unintentionally.      

26. "He who was ‘Born into Light,'" Kor said, in a soft, disingenuous voice.  He would have excelled in theatre.  "They must miss you," Bri was certain, reflecting on moments when his official duties called for following a script line-by-line.            

27.  Kor was referring to the legend of their births, as told by El Sha, when Vejhon was in transition from Dark to Light:  Kor was born just before dawn and Bri had been 'Born into Light.'

28. "You chose your own path," Bri said, quoting his mother.  He did not have an ounce of sympathy, "No amount of fortune telling can make you do anything!" 

29.  Kor agreed on that point.    

30.  While insects buzzed in the hazy sunlight supporting Bri's levitation, he asked, "For once, can you tell me what it is I did to make you hate me?" The question was not terribly passionate, but it did accuse Kor.  "Why do you hate me -- what have I done?"  Evidently, Kor wasn't in an answering mood and might just as easily have slammed his brother into a tree.  

31. "You realize I could have killed you if I wanted to," Kor thought.  His exertions at levitating Bri must have lowered his guard. 

32. When Kor realized that Bri was reading him, he dropped him like a shovel full of dung.  The foliage broke Bri's fall and was still nothing compared to being thrown off a cliff like in days past.  

33.  The attack ceased and the weather resumed it's natural serenity like changing channels on a holo.   

34.  Kor had still not appeared but Bri knew the finale was coming.  The hazy mist reacquired it's normal perspiration from the ground.      

35.  "Is that it, then?" Bri asked, getting up to finish his trek back to the landing pad.  He always looked forward to these encounters but couldn't stand the inflexible script.  He thought maybe one day his brother would simply talk to him without all the drama, but evidently that was asking for way too much.

36.  Another sensation tingled through Bri's mind and body like the soft flutter of an angel's wings.  It was not hostile -- it was erotic and focused on his manhood.  The extreme juxtaposition caused Bri's muscles to tense up; he tilted his head back and nearly froze on his toes.  A psionist can trigger sexual responses better than any date rape drug.  He broke into a sweat, aware that he was being violated, clearly not the first time.  Thousands violated him every day, but Kor's motives were not really sexual.   

37. "Ahhhh," Bri replied mockingly, fencing with the violation, "I didn't think you were still into me?  My fans, 'yes,' but you?" 

38.  If a Watcher had been watching, the kids would have been dispatched immediately.   Most psionic rapes went unreported because they were difficult to prove.  Kids were the least desirable targets because they were more dangerous than adults and maintained a symbiant relationship with the Guard.  

39.  "If you're wanting to be my bitch -- why don't you just ask?"  He mocked Kor, who had his own repertoire of eager, adoring fans.  

40.  Finally:  Two large ferns parted like stage curtains and behind them stood the commanding figure of Kor.  Bri laughed out loud because Kor still wore face paint; had his trusty quiver of arrows, and organic sandals.  It seemed like he would never grow up.  Kor was not grinning because his face was made of stone.  Bri reached out and pressed his fingers against Kor's scuplted cheek bone and Kor did not react.  He was a spectacular symbol of physical perfection; like looking through a mirror darkly.         

41. "It won't take you long," Bri said.  It was a double intende'.  Kor rolled his eyes.    

42. "You, my brother," Kor said in a devilishly seductive tone, "are going to cause the deaths of millions."   It was almost funny the way he said it.

43.  This time Bri rolled his eyes while Kor slowly encircled him as if inspecting.  He repeated rather slowly, "Because of you -- millions of shellans are going to die."  Bri was waiting for him to add, "What to do?  What to do?" as if he were merely contemplating a solution to a simple misunderstanding.  "What's with the accent?" Bri asked.  Kor ignored him.  

44.  Notwithstanding that Kor's calmer demeanor called for equal consideration on Bri's part, Bri asked, "Just how fracking arrogant can you get?"  He alluded to Kor's incredulous costume, "Look at YOU!  You attack me, hold me in the air, give me a psi-job... and accuse ME of doing crap that will NEVER happen!  Unless you're a Prophet now, how do you know anything?"  Bri calmed somewhat and spread his arms toward the shell-at-large.  He wanted to confess that the avant garde nature of this interlude was a refreshing departure from the norm, "Do you even care about what goes on, anywhere... besides here?"  He looked squarely into Kor's eyes, "Anywhere?" he added.  He held Kor's face steady with his hands, "Have you ever even left this rainforest?"  He was squinting but earnest, and let go of him.       

45. Kor was not completely without reason, but in Kor-logic, there was no reason to aggravate a moot point.  

46. Bri placed his hands on Kor's flawlessly sculpted shoulders while Kor read a thousand questions in Bri's eyes.  He could not shape a single thought into words, because cosmos and chaos could not be quantified at a single point in space, like love and hate; polar extremes and unrequieted love.  Rejected by blood.           

47. Bri looked compassionately into Kor's eyes, "If just for one second, Kor," he said pleadingly because the issue certainly wasn't about his dignity, "What do I have to do?"  Bri was offering himself on a platter.  Kor batted his eyes.  It was hard to tell if his expression was one of compassion or horror or complete indifference. 

48.  Kor was not inept at shellan emotions -- he understood.  It was kinder to forego the cruelty than to give hope to their relationship.  Their paths were incompatible; their futures' unmergable.  Kor let his gaunt expression weaken a little because he did respect his brother's intention, but refused to grieve over the irretrievable.  He had lived this moment in his mind and knew how it ended.        

49. "Your destiny must be stopped," Kor said, with un unnerving clarity, "Because of you, millions are going to die."  Bri's face tightened up because he knew that Kor was being sincere.  In that case, the 'what if' was greatly distubing.  "If my existence is such a crime," Bri thought, "why haven't you killed me?"  He didn't say it out loud but knew that his brother heard him.  

50.  He articulated as calmly as possible, "What... makes... you... so... damn... sure?"   Bri was fighting to give their relationship a chance.  

51.  "What is it that Micha says, when reaching an impasse?" Bri searched his memory, "Think outside yourself.  Is this one of those times?"  As he plugged in the Michaism, he realized that Kor didn't come to visit -- he came to say good bye.  "It's always so simple for someone else," he was embarrassed by its simplicity.  The light in his face dimmed.  This would be their last accidental encounter.   He withdrew his hands from a cold statue that had been his brother, and the gleam in Kor's eye seemed to confirm Bri's epiphany:  They used to be related -- now they're not.        

52. Bri defaulted to his analytical mind and could see a universe in Kor's eyes that did not include him, because Kor belonged to another dimension and God.  "That's all it really ever was," Bri whispered, as if the statue in front of him was incapable of thought.  Kor just needed to make sure that Bri finally understood.    

53.  Their relationship, which had never been a real relationship, had concluded. 

54. Shedding a tear would have made Kor angry so he restrained himself.  It would be his last gift to his brother, who evidently, was programmed not to love him.

55. Bri's universe was half a mile away, and in that Universe every door was open.   The perfect word to describe this blend of disappointment didn't exist. 

56. Kor stood strong and unmoved, staring through his brother as though he was already a ghost.  

57. In spite of his effort, there was a leak in Bri's face, so as a parting gift to him for showing some restraint, Kor wiped the tear from Bri's face and licked it.   No outburst.  No cynicism.  Somebody else might have been spooked when the statue moved, but Bri was dealing with his anguish.          

58. Then Kor looked away, as if sensing something else.  Bri remembered this exact reaction when they were 15.  It startled him -- that strange cylindrical indentation in the water that disappeared.   It felt like yesterday:  Kor was dressed the same and the diversion was a welcome reprieve from parting.    

59. For the first time, Bri had access to everything that Kor felt that day, and Kor didn't block him.  It didn't matter anyway since this chapter in their lives was ending.  Kor felt that the object was connected to him; sentient, but blocking it's thoughts... as if it had been built by a psionist.  Not being able to read it vexed him and he let Bri see that.    

60. "I'm gonna catch that fracking thing if it's the last thing I do," he whispered psionically, then he faded into a vaporous form and the vapor faded.  Bri did not wave his arm in the space where Kor had been because he knew Kor was gone.  He entertained that Kor might have staged the distraction to make parting easier, and he contemplated whether or not the object was complicit in their dispute.  Bri had always believed in Kor, but he wasn't a devout follower.              

61. Onimex dropped his insides when Kor suddenly seized him on either side and held fast.  Droids are not easily spooked like this.  "You didn't see me this time!" Kor rebuked it vengefully.  It was futuristic in design; deja vu in a round suitcase that defied known mechanical conventions.   'Time' fit into the equasion somehow, "it had too," Kor deduced.  

62. Onimex shifted further out of phase, escaped Kor's grip and continued to modulate until Kor quit searching.  "Wie tat er den!" Onimex wondered, "How in the hell did he do that?"  Kor had proven once again that he was an unquantifiable danger.  Onimex could only think of German metaphores that he learned from Xanax.          

63. When Kor returned to his natural dimension, Bri was gone:  Time had ticked differently during the interlude.  Bri's car glided across the treetops and echoed in the canyon as it departed for Bri's Universe.  Kor still spoke the words, "Good bye... brother."