The Anchor

Chapter 17

"Kara."

"Mom."

"How many times have I called you!"

Kara knew something was wrong. "Normally, it's always three, but you called me four times."

Nora nodded. "What have you been involved in, Kara? First, it was your involvement with The hook club, and you're lucky I made sure they didn't trace who called 911, and now, I found your number in Renard Harswell's phone. That was the last thing on his phone when he was found. Your number was on it."

Kara blinked. "Damn. That wasn't smart." She muttered. "I'm guessing you equally did something about it." Kara figured.

"I don't want you too invol..."

"Mom, I'm already involved. It's my job." Kara told her.

Nora shook her head. "Well, I couldn't hide you this time. I'm supposed to talk to you about it. So, now I need your assistance on what you know about what has been happening."

Kara smiled. "OK."

"First, do you know the boss of Renard and Julius?"

Kara nodded. "His name is Leonard Vander."

"How do you know that?" Nora asked angrily.

"Because mom. The reason I went to the hook in the first place was to investigate. I and Zoey were undercover, and I saw the boss guy. He was about to kill Renard if not for my help."

"Your help?"

"It's a long story." She replied avoiding getting battered by that part of the story.

"Why was he almost killed then?"

Kara shook her head. "Don't really know. Still working on that. The only thing I know is Julius, and Renard were both working on a weapon that went wrong. That actually got Renard killed."

"A weapon?" Nora asked with furrowed brows.

Kara nodded. "Yes. I'm still investigating though. That's why we need to find out about Leonard. It'll be easy because he doesn't know yet that he's out of the radar."

Nora kept looking at Kara in amusement. How she got so far in the investigation. It made her confused.

"I believe a message was sent to you, Kara. What is it?"

Kara sighed. "Everything I just told you, mom. Renard messaged them to me, although he couldn't write enough."

Nora nodded, her eyes still laced in amusement.

"Just so you know, mom. There's someone above Leonard." Kara informed.

Nora nodded. "Of course. And I assume you know who."

Kara shook her head. "No evidence for proof."

"But you suspect."

Kara nodded. "The day we were watching Julius, and Renard, they mentioned a name. And at the hook, Zoey saw the person."

"Who?" Nora asked curiously.

"Philip Stark, mom."

Nora gulped. "What?"

Kara nodded. "Yeah. Philip Stark. I have reasons to believe he's the main architect, just as he is an architect. He's planning something that has to be bad because if he was making a weapon, then why not work with a military, and a weapon engineer? Why use an ordinary software engineer?"

Nora blinked. "That's too far, Kara. You're steering too far."

"And I'm almost there, mom. I just need evidence to pin him."

Nora sighed. "He's not a good person, Kara. A lot of people know that. He's got people in high places that'll make sure nothing implicates him."

"Then I have to be careful, and you too."

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'What's wrong with me? Who can I even confide in? Or should I just tell my mom? I trust her a lot.'

She sighed wondering what to do. Everything that has been happening to her since she... Since she crossed eighteen.

She can see death, and that's the truth. She can see death, not the future. She thought if she could save Renard from death thanks to her vision, she could take the ability as a blessing. Abilities rather.

But then, unfortunately, Renard was meant to die. And she couldn't save her.

She suddenly sat up from her bed as something clicked. Her birth parents.

The abilities she has isn't coincidental. It must have something to do with them. It has to.

She sighed, got off the bed, and walked toward her closet. She opened it wide and walked inside towards where a box was kept.

She brought the box out of the closet, and dropped it on her bed, then she opened it.

A box she never ever wanted to open. A box that contains all of the memories she has had from her birth parents since her head decided to delete them.

The only thing she remembered was the day they died, but anything before was blank. Their happy memories together, nothing. And she wondered why.

The bad memory should have been what was gone, not the whole one.

She brought out a framed picture of her parents. She smiled knowing she could tell they loved each other. Even with the only memory she had of them, she could feel their love for each other, and her love for them. One of the reasons why she almost died, and got the burnt mark on her arm. To stop the monster from killing her daddy too.

She blinked, her eyes beginning to get wet, dropped the picture on the bed, and brought out another one. It was her, and them smiling happily together.

She dropped it and kept scanning through everything. It maddened her that she didn't do it sooner. That she decided to forget them completely.

A picture caught her sight, and her brows furrowed. She picked it up and sighted someone in the background. Someone that looked a lot like Philip Stark.

"Oh, God. This is something mom will have to explain." She said and dropped it apart.

She then brought another picture out. It was her, and a boy. Familiar, but then foreign. They were both smiling, and she could tell they would have been best friends.

She sighed and dropped it. The pictures aren't even helping to jog any of her memories. The picture.....

"We love you, Cara. We love you so much."

She blinked at the voice. It was her dad's voice. It was familiar.

She closed her eyes shut to try and remember more.

"We love you, Cara. We love you so much."

Cara smiled. "And I love you guys too."

"Happy birthday!" Celeste said with a smile.

"Yeah, happy birthday, Cara." The boy in the picture wished.

Kara's eyes opened. She now wanted to remember. She wanted to remember all her times with her parents.

And the boy..the boy...

'Now, I gotta find out who that boy is.'