Obsession

5.

Bruno glides up his stairs, running he desperately seeks the sand of time for the green tablet, the one he hoped to hand to his niece before it was too late. He should have never stopped having visions, but 10 years ago he had no choice but to leave. Some might call him a coward, perhaps he was one. But he couldn't witness his family crumbling and  vanishing like that, and with no power to stop it. 

For the last 10 years he lived in the walls, watching trough the cracks, witnessing every sibling birthday, every nephew or nice ceremony. To bad he wasn't there for Mirabel and Antinio. Going down the notches of the desert like tower he passed the round stone door scanning the inside of his  habitación milagrosa until he caught a glipse of the green vibrating light. Finally! There it was! Timely he dug in the sand, nails filling with tiny rough bolders until it reveal the multiple shards. 

He arranged them in the squer shape focusing on the wiked smile of the 17 years old boy. He was in his room, candle in hand, surrounded by green flames his folks trapt in mirror shards floating around him. He was about to finish it until he noticed the absence of a last pice. The pice was Camilo's face, the only thing that will reveal the identity of the murderer. He needed it, even with the rest of the vision Mirabel still couldn't convince the family. But where was it?! Ten year ago, on Camilo's ceremony day he broke it right on this spot. Where could it be? Unless someone toon it on purpose? But why? Why take only one pice instead of the whole thing? 

" Looking for something, tio?" a wickedly gentle voice asked from behind making the sweat drip down Bruno's foreback. He cautionaly twisted his hands in front of his body to the sorce of the voice. Biting his lower lip he faced his unwelcome guest. His 17 years old nephew, Camilo, was laying with his back  against the rock wall  of his chamber legs crossed, the last shard pice twirling in his palm. 

Bruno pushed his green ruana to the side, he needed the courage of his persona right about now. Sure, he was a grown man, and Camilo was just a teenager, but he wasn't an ordinary one. He was crazy, he was ill. Against Bruno's nervousness Camilo smiled peaceful, he twirled  the vision shard in his palm approaching his tio with a few small steps. 

" It's been 10 years, tio. " a psychopath like smile grow on his face. " Where's my hug?" he open his arms in a embrace like gesture. 

" Don't get any closer, Camilo! " Bruno warned clentching his fists, " How did you find me?!" the boy smiled yet again at his tension. 

" You have Mirabel to thank for that," he answered the question," if she didn't come sworning trough the door screaming about finding you and the house dying, I would have never know your still here. " he place the shard in the poket of his ruana," good think that the "murders" gived her enough ambition to look for you. " he laugh evily.

" What did you do to her!?" the aged man demanded still in his defense position. He known what Camilo was capable of and he didn't want to take any chances. 

" Mi prima is fine, don't worry about her. " he rolls his eyes like it was the most ridiculous thing to worry about," I would never hurt mi familia, she's with Isabella. " 

" I don't mean Mirabel, where's the girl!? What did you do to her!?" 

His smile faded for a moment but returned to the ill wicked smile in a few hundred of seconds. 

"As you may yet to realize tio Bruno, the line between what brings us pain and what sustains us is far thinner than one imagines. Mi vida is fine, sleeping next to mama and Toni.” 

"Stay back! Why did you come here!? How did you find me?" Bruno demanded with a grow, he was sure Mirabel didn't tell him. 

Camilo arch a brow, warping his hands around his shoulders.