Chapter 21, As it Turns Out, Their Brother Might not be Dead After All

Chapter 21, As it Turns Out, Their Brother Might not be Dead After All

They had gotten a letter in the mail about a month or so ago, stating in grave, authoritative tones that informed them that this was every bit as serious as anything else that had to do with the International Otherworld Combat and Research Organization (IOCRO). In fact, noticing that it was written by them in particular was what alerted them that this might be a bit more serious than what they would have hoped.

To George and Samantha Sam Wiedemann, the remaining survivors of the Wiedemann family, knowing that their long-lost brother might still be alive was a promise they had to trust.

When the portals first appeared, many innocent lives were lost. Simply seeing that swirling pool of energy was enough to draw people into it. People wandered inside, and in most cases, they were lost forever, replaced by dangerous monsters and inhuman creatures the world had never seen. Angelita and Paul Wiedemann had both been victims of such an occurrence. They went into a portal, and out came three car-sized blue alligators.

A terrible trade-off, really. And during all these years, the two siblings, George and Sam, were left alone. Their extended family helped with a lot of basic needs such as the body-less funeral and learning about how to make it work.

But after a few years, they were expected to make do with as little help as possible. They had a pair of grandparents, and uncle and an aunt, but none of these could spend their entire days, their entire lives, caring for two kids. So, they made do. George resorted to working as much as he possibly could alongside finishing his college degree while Sam focused entirely on school. The stress wasnt exempted from her either, though.

She turned to less mature means of dealing with the event. Namely hallucinogens. LSD, shrooms, and, in the end The greatest hallucinogen known in both worlds.

Messiahs Egg.

Back when she took it, people didnt know it awakened people into becoming Fighters. All they knew was that it left the taker with three days of glorious hallucinations varying in strength and subject. That is, unless you didnt have any hallucinations at all. That is, unless a little black fungus sprouted on your palm a week after you ate it.

Which she did. And all of a sudden she had another way of earning money for her and her brother.

All of a sudden, her future was no longer in management and leadership, but in being a Fighter. It was a hard shift, she had to give up the drugs and the friendships she had formed because of them, all in order to educate herself into a police officer with main focus in In-Portal Monster Subjugation. She had been 14 when the portals came, and now she was 24, a fresh recruit in the local station. As of yet, she was only allowed to enter the weakest of portals, but she was happy with that.

In such a way, when she first found the letter in the medium-sized apartment she still shared with her big brother (now 32, then 22), she didnt think anything of it. Or, rather, she imagined it might have been a promotion.

Sure, she knew getting promotions in the mail wasnt exactly the usual way of getting them, but shed only gotten one so far and George wasnt home yet. So, when she pulled her blue eyes from the IOCRO logo and let them wander off to the bright-red URGENT notice, she knew something was off. As the unclever hot-head she was, her first instinct was not to call her more intelligently minded brother, but to tear the letter open, her chest beating quicker and quicker with every word she read of the letter.

To the Wiedemann Household,

Kreig Wiedemann has been located. He is alive and currently being kept in custody. The matter of his identity is not in question. Furthermore, he wishes to meet you. Please give this letter to Sergeant Jones Krupke to confirm that you wish to meet him.

Dudeeeee I got this letter and it was about Kreig but it was also from the otherworld organization and I just-, you wont believe it, really, its written like some sort of super important letter, I dont think Ive ever seen something so formal? Except for that formal essay Mrs Clarke showed the class after she was done pointing out how everything I wrote was just horrible, but this is something completely different, this is just-,

George placed his hands on her shoulders firmly, his dark eyes nailing her in place. What in the world are you on about? George was a very serious man by occupation, education and fixation.

Their eyes were locked for a moment, and in a moment of seldom-seen calculation, Sam chose not to speak on and on about what shed seen and read, but instead to point at the letter, still sitting on the table, propped up by a basket of half-brown bananas they never ate. George understood not only the motion but also that if she was shutting up for once, it must be truly shocking.

He paced over to the table, grabbed the letter, and read it from start to end. Examined the sigils as Sam had done before, and placed the letter back on the table. -Tomorrow, you will give this letter to the man indicated in the letter. You know who it is, dont you?

I mean-, yeah, I do, but shouldnt we discuss this? This feels really odd, why would Kreig be involved with all those people? Cant we just meet him? We should-,

Sam. Do you really think we can deny this? George asked, turning to face her fully. She seemed uncertain. He was not.

...Yeah. Okay. Ill give him the letter in the morning, she said, for once allowing his authority as eldest to dictate their decisions. With a face full of conflict and uncertainty, she closed the distance to the table and retrieved the letter, placing it back in the envelope. I guess, if theres anything to say Im happy Kreig is alive. I think. Say, any chance mum and da-,

No, we shouldnt hope like that. And even with Kreig The wording of that letter isnt giving me any hope, Sam. Somethings wrong, George said, once more interrupting her as he only did while stressed.

Sam pouted. Hmpf. Youre always the negative one. Cant you cheer up even a little, you soggy fuck?

George gave a soft, hesitant laugh. Heh, no, thats werent you the one considering not to return it at all?

Sheesh! I was just playing Devils advantage!

Advocate.

Huh?

Its Devils-, you know what? Forget it. Lets get dinner started.