Lethal Elite

[90]

"What two things?" I asked.

"That one," she began explaining. "something terrible has happened to them. Or two, something terrible is going to happen to them."

I looked over at Keith and he comforted me slightly.

"And how old are you?" She asked me randomly.

"I'm twenty years old," I replied. "Why?"

This also tells me that you're their child," she added on.

"Yeah, I am," I told her. "How do you know?"

"Because your mom was pregnant when I took this picture 20 years ago."

"Wait a second..." Keith interrupted. "That doesn't make any sense. Your parents were at the facility when she found out about her pregnancy? Right?" Keith said quietly to me.

"Yeah but... Does that mean that she and my dad were living there?" I concluded.

"I mean yeah. Why wouldn't they be?" Keith questioned. The woman saw how me and Keith were secretly discussing some things so she decided to get up and excuse herself for a while.

"Do you think 'you know who' would have let your mom out of his sight if he knew about her pregnancy?" When Keith said 'you know who' he was talking about Sebastian.

"I mean no but just look at the picture Keith. All of the evidence is right here in our faces."

"Yeah but the evidence isn't adding up," Keith replied with frustration.

"Well, to make a long story short," Olivia replied as she walked back in to join us. "Me and your parents made a deal a long time ago. This shop that we're sitting in today wasn't always a shop as you know. But, it wasn't always the home your parents once knew either. This whole entire neighborhood was built upon burial grounds of witches. This building that we're sitting in, was the very spot that the burial grounds began."

"Witches?" I questioned.

"I told you..." Keith sang quietly in my ear.

"That doesn't make any sense? Why would my parents live on a burial ground of witches? Did they know about it?"

"Of course they did," Olivia answered. "They're the ones who chose to live on the witches burial grounds in the first place."

I looked at Keith confused. Why the hell would my parents want to live on a witches burial ground willingly?

"Let me get this straight," Keith joined in. "So Mr. and Mrs. were purposely looking for a witches burial ground to live on?"

"Yes..." Olivia answered.

"Why?"

Olivia took in a deep breath as she walked away to grab a photo book and handed it to us.

"What's this?" I asked.

"These are photos of your parents' time spent here at the burials. Your parents came here when this neighborhood was at its peaking point," she explained as she flipped through the photos. "Your parents came here for the same reason me and my husband did."

"Which was what?"

"For protection," she replied.

"From who?"

She then gave Keith the side eye, as if she didn't want to talk around him. She leaned in closer to me so that I could hear her clearly.

"Your parents were very important people," she said. "People looked up to them like they were gods and that made trouble come their way."