"Sibling" By: mykeeD1shadow copyright 2001 Lucas bathed his face in the warm sun from his terrace, resting the back of his head in his hands, with lids closed. It was an easy day . . . Ease; that was a word Lucas was not comfortable with. Anger had always been his alley, but today, for some odd reason, he'd let this 'ease' envelope him, though it was more than unsettling. Thus, his mind began to wander back into the recesses of the family history books with a page jumping at him with little regard for him. He hadn't asked for a page to be broght to light, but it was there, pulling him in for a look - see. He'd always claimed he wanted only the truth, and now someone, or something was about to give it to him. To be continued... Lucus began to fall into a twilight lull, as if this page he'd never seen was about to be born for the first time; at least to him. In a reddish hue, he saw an old ceiling fan, circa late 1940's. The ceiling it's self tin with pipes crawling within the corners. An antiseptic smell permiated his senses. A hospital? Suddenly he heard growns and yelps come from a woman, and his sights curiously looked in that direction. A sheet covered the woman to her knees which stood bent, her feet in stirrups. "One more push, Mrs. Buck," he heard a male voice say, "and that little twin girl will be here." But from the next room Lucas could see a nurse and two priests. A twinge went up his spine. "We must get her before that devil can get his hands on her!" Lucas heard one of the priests say. His anger was building. Lucas saw the doctor give the second newly born baby to the nurse who'd been with the priests. She covered the baby with a blanket, then the three of them hurried to the back door of Trinity Hospital. The doctor made sure they were gone before he returned to his patiant. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Buck. There's nothing we could do. She was just too frail." Lucas heard his mother cry, then suddenly his attentions saw a black sedan speed out of Trinity. Lucas' eyes jerked open, then narrow, fuming at what his mind's eye let him see. "Maybe someone is trying to tell you something, Lucas." He turned his head sharply. "And what the hell do you know about this, Merley?" "Aren't visions wonderful eye openers?" she remarked faciciously with a smile. "And I thought only woman had visions," he retorted looking away from her, but when he looked back, she'd vanished. "Ah, Hell . . . ." He stood, and hurriedly stomped out of his garden with anger, leaving each flower he passed dead. He slid into his sedan, and headed for the cemetary. To be continued . . . . Gail watched Caleb set the last flower on his parents' grave when the sweet breeze of summer suddenly harshened, as if a tight cold front ripped across the cemetary. She looked to the skies instantly. What was once blue was now being engulfed by black clouds of rage. She knew who was there, and turned her head to see her instincts were still intact. The wind blew Lucas' dishwater brown hair back off his harsh, chiseled face, and his black shouldered trench flailed openly like hotly crow's wings as he stood by his family plot. ". . . mother to son Lucas and . . ." He'd always wondered what the three dots were for. Now he knew. . . . A sister. "This could dampen my parade," he retorted resentfully to himself, then asked himself why his mother, rest her soul, didn't tell him. He closed his eyes to bring back more thoughts. "Hell . . . My father didn't even know it. My mother took it at face value." He curled a lip as his eyes narrowed. "Nice to see you visit your deceased," Gail remarked, now standing beside him. He looked at her and Calab and remarked, "More than you'll ever know, Miss Emery. Caleb . . ." The two watched the tall man in black turn and leave, disappearing as he descended down the hill. "What's eaten' him?" Caleb asked Gail, looking up at her as if she'd know. "Got me, Caleb, but I think it'd be a good idea to stay out of his way for a few days." "And then some. I've never seen him act that upset." "I think the word you're looking for is agitated." "Well, whatever, but i'm with you. Let's get out of here. Suddenly I got the creeps." "Lucas has a way of doing that, Caleb. It's a gift." "Ya, from who though?" Gail wouldn't answer that question. They all knew, or didn't want to. Ignorance in Trinity could be bliss . . . if you were lucky. To be continued . . . Lucas sat back in his office chair at the Sheriff's station, alone. Ben had left already, and Floyd was always the first to leave, with thanks in his heart if it be known. His feet boot covered feet were propped up on his desk as he watched a show on 'show jumping;' horses jumping a course of fences varying between 4'9" to 5'0" with widths up to 5'0." His brows narrowed as a rush of intuitiveness coursed through him like a frieght train. "I know you . . ." he uttered to himself as he leaned forward. "Say hi, sis . . . " Lucas sneered a grin. "Let's get up front and personal, shall we? He was gone. In the warm - up area, Lucy Grabrial trotted her horse in a small circle, balancing his gait; extending it then retracting to a slow sitting trot. Suddenly a strange feeling of being watched came over her, though she didn't understand why or where it was coming from. "# 287, on deck." She signaled her horse to canter, and sail over a tall vertical as she made her way to the in - gate. As she stood waiting, she felt that feeling again, but stronger. She looked out into the pavilion at all the spectators. She could feel it, but where? A sudden chill climbed up her spine. "287, in the hole." Lucy watched the rider before her go in as another came out. She'd be on next with all the world to see . . . and that eye that won't seemingly leave her. Fear came over her, but not for the compitition. Somehow this was differerent . . . and not good. "Ah, hell . . . " she mumbled to herself as her turn to enter the ring came. To be continued . . .