FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 12

Shaking her head from such thoughts Charla continued on her run until she reached the beach, the sun was still slowly rising but there were already a few people out, some fishing, others watching the sun rise, most of them in there elder years.

Charla closed her eyes and inhaled the sea salt air as the wind brushed through her flesh and hair, it felt almost calming in a way that brought a slight smile to her face.

Yeah.

She did like it here.

Her gaze was then caught by the sight of a large cave along the beaches rim in the distance. She looked at it and recalled what the news caster and her uncle had told her the night before. Along with the images she thought she had in her head.

Maybe... she thought to herself. Maybe if I go to that place then I could recall what happened. The city was too large, too many places to even guess as to where something like a fight could have happened. This town is big but not hard to move around. But if I do go there, and I remember what happened then what can I even do with it? She ran her hand over her face. "Why do things like this always have to be so damn complicated? Stupid brain..."

She looked back to the cave with slight narrowed eyes and began to move forward only to stop when a familiar voice called out to her.

"Heading over there might not be the best choice. You might get hurt."

She turned to see a person that she really didn't expect to see. "Mordecai?"

The upper class-man stood along the boardwalk wearing dark blue jeans and dark knit sweater, the white tips of a long sleeved shirt peaked out as he waved at her. "What are you doing here?" he asked as he joined her on to the beach.

"Jogging, I figured I could get a better idea about the town by doing this, besides it's my normal routine, something I used to do back in the city. What about you? Why are you here, and with that camera?"

"Ah," he held up what looked to be a rather expensive camera. "I come here often to take photos of things and people sometimes in the morning and night. Or just around town, though I know it might seem a little strange."

She gave him a puzzled stare. "Why?"

"So I can paint them."

Her confusion grew as she tried picturing Mordecai putting paint on a random stranger, least to say it was a bit of a stretch. "Paint them?"

"I'm in the art club at school; I take photos and go over them, and the ones I happen to like the most I turn into a painting. Small or big it doesn't matter to me."

"Oh I see, that makes much more sense." It was his turn to look puzzled but her gaze turned to that of the cave in the distance. "You said I might get hurt if I go to that cave, are you saying that because of the incidents involving illegal fight clubs?"

Mordecai looked to the cave as he held up his camera. "Something like that, though that place is one that they don't go too. There are just a number of falling rocks from its ceiling that fall and people can get badly hurt from it. It's one of the reasons why those who do those illegal fights don't go because they don't want to lose revenue or bets. But in the past few days the lot of them have been arrested with all their money stolen from some unknown person."

Charla bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from flinching. "Is that so?"

"Yeah, a vigilantly some folks here are calling it, stopping those that the police haven't been able to find. Makes you wonder why though..."