Kidnapping the brother of Leonard Morris was never the intention of Cathia. Scratch that, it sure was her intention. But Leonard will make her regret it, little did she know.
Meet Cathia Myles! A fierce girl with the power of Omnikinesis, who is...
I knew it the moment I saw it first. I knew it had a purpose in this whole story, maybe because it showed a place, and secondly, dad sent it. He wasn't a kind of a person who sent pictures or things to others, but he did, and that was the first time it clicked. Now, I knew that it clicked right.
Pulling it and getting it down on the floor, I looked at it carefully, touching its frame's every edge and curve. This picture was hanging on the curve of the stairs. It was a tapestry, framed in glass and wood.
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By the time I stopped examining its front, Leo was there, sitting beside me. He looked confused.
"This can help us," I said, pointing the pitch of my voice towards the living room, "Dad, can you please come upstairs. I... We need you!" I looked back at the picture.
I touched its frame once again. It didn't look scraped or pulled out from the edges, the way it should look after 7 years. Maybe Liam framed it again, or maybe he took good care of it. I wished for the latter one to be true.
"Yes? Is everything alright?" I looked up at him and felt embarrassed when I saw everyone there at the stairs. They were looking at me the way Leo looked at me a moment ago. I guess the way I called them was like a bus was going to run over me.
"Um... Yeah. I just... I wanted to ask whether this tapestry was framed again?" I touched its frame's edges to divert my attention from the embarrassment I felt.
"No. It was just framed once. Your dad never framed it. It was rolled when I got it, and to keep it safe and last long, I framed it. But why are you asking?" What could I tell him, I was confused at myself too. This was just my guess, nothing else.
"I don't know. Can I get it out of the frame?" I looked back at him.
"Yes, it's your dad's. Do whatever pleases you." He smiled, making my lips lift upwards.
I looked at the back in search of a hook or something, with which its back was locked or something that could open it. Suddenly, Leo snatched it from me and ripped apart its frame with his bare hands. Like, bare hands! I didn't know why does he get these sudden shocks that make him an idiot in a second.
"What the hell, Leo!" I was barely able to speak anything before he pulled the tapestry out of the frame and gave it to me. He did it like it was his daily routine to rip apart frames.
"My pleasure." He smiled, shoving it in my direction and putting aside the broken frame.
Shaking my head, I looked at it. It was rough, the way tapestries feel, but it was painted beautifully. Despite the rough surface, its painting was not out of place, neither a line nor a drop.
I was touching it, lost in my thoughts, when Leo spoke, "Do you think this is the place where we need to go?" I looked up and nodded.
"But, it's just... that I think this. I don't know if it's a real place or not." I was wondering for some clue or a thing that could give me surety.
