The Weave

Weave of Family:Pre-Story

The tears were dried away at this point as we continued driving. "It's impossible, I left her with a rich family she couldn't have became that awful, I gave her the best chance I could." She refused to believe what I kept saying. "Yequisha, it's not entirely impossible." I said sheepishly. "SHUT UP SHANIQUA." She started tearing up again. "It's a popular name I'm sure it's a different Kaitlyn." She seemed so broken at the thought of her daughter being laquandra.

"I wonder how Kaitlyn grew up." I thought aloud.  Yequisha was fed up with all this talk about her child. "She was rich I hope and spoiled and loved and had good grades and lots of friends." Yequisha a fantasies seem to fit how laquandra grew up. I don't dare mention it.

My theory: Yequisha gave birth and left the newborn on the doorsteps to a perfect family. The family adored her and her name. Kaitlyn. They cared for her perfectly until something went wrong. Some little crack in the perfection. That malfunction spit out laquandra. It makes sense I just wish I knew what had happened to turn Kaitlyn into laquandra.

"So what's the plan dude?" Yequisha asked as we kept searching In our hot wired pick-up truck. "I don't think we resurrected Kaitlyn, I think it was laquandra therefore we need to get her to say the prophecy and submit to Kaitlyn!" I said brilliantly. "How do you plan to force her to do that!?" Yequisha knew I hadn't thought this through. "What if we befriend her?" A dead silence. To befriend someone like her is unheard of but as Yequisha and I exchange looks we realize it's our best choice. "Head to her lair."

Yequisha makes a sharp turn to go deeper into downtown. Laquandra's little "lair." The room with the broken mirror where Kaitlyn broke and became laquandra. We continue down a road overshadowed by huge abandoned buildings with chunks missing and covered in moss and vines. Yequisha pulls up into the alley and to the left is the door to the lair.

"We have arrived."