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Revealed

The Found

Book One

Caitlyn O’Leary

© Copyright February 2015 Caitlyn O’Leary

ISBN: 978-1-942844-20-4

All cover art and logos © Copyright February 2015 by Caitlyn O’Leary

Cover by Charity Hendry

Published by Passionately Kind Publishing, Inc.

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without permission in writing.

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

Dedication

I want to thank my posse. These ladies have been my partners throughout this process and I couldn’t have survived without them. Bryce Evans, Elle Boon and Lynne St. James.

To the wonderful ladies who held my hand and read portions of my book, Karen DiGaetano, Jenna Perlin, Vanessa Guillard and Marie Brown, thank you!

To Kelley from Smut Book Junkie Book Reviews who has been a mentor to me. She has helped to guide me through this process. She has also done a tremendous job of encouraging me to step out and believe in myself. I wouldn’t have taken this step without her. Kelley I can’t thank you enough.

Sure, I’ll thank my husband again, well because, he is John, and even after eighteen years, I really dig him.

Chapter One

“Tell me where you came from.”

It always started this way. First the question, then the excruciating pain as the electric paddles were held against her temples. The smell of her burning flesh. Then they would take the rubber bit from her mouth and ask another question. Another question she couldn’t answer.

“How many of you are there?”

She prayed to all the saints her mother taught her that this time she would pass out. It was the only thing to ever stop the questions. Stop the pain.

“I don’t know!” she wailed, as the bit was shoved into her mouth. She squeezed her eyes so tight she saw stars before the shocking red flames took over her very being.

“Where did you come from? Where are the rest of you now?” They yanked the bit from her mouth, making her lip bleed.

“Just tell me what you want me to say…” her voice didn’t sound like her own. For hours or months, she wasn’t sure how long she begged them to tell her what they wanted her to answer. The paddles were again placed on her temples. Fire exploded behind her eyes and her teeth actually tore into the rubber bit.

* * *

She wasn’t strapped down. She stretched and it felt wonderful, until the pins and needles started. Where was she? She wanted to see if they noticed they forgot to buckle the straps. She tried to look around. She couldn’t. She was blind. They’d blinded her, the shock therapy had blinded her. Oh God. She trembled in horror for long moments before realizing it was her eyelids, they were swollen shut. She tried to touch them to make sure it was the only thing wrong but pain seared her arm.

Moving slowly to restore some circulation to her limbs, she realized she was lying on something soft. Rolling just a little so she wasn’t lying on her arm, she fell on to a hard cement floor. It hurt, it was cold, but at least she could move. Trying to stand up, she used the cot as leverage, but her legs wouldn’t support her.

She crawled and bumped her head against a wall. Using it as a guide she followed it around the small room with cement walls, basically a cell. Mostly empty except for the cot and the toilet, there was a tray with something that felt and smelled like bread and cheese. She wolfed down some of the food, but there wasn’t anything to drink. Crawling over to the toilet she flushed it, then greedily drank handfuls of water.

“Good to see you’re back with us Kelly.” She hadn’t heard any door open or anything else to indicate she wasn’t alone.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Cringing at the desperate edge in her voice, she clamped her lips tight. God, how she wanted to beg for water that didn’t come from a toilet, for food, or a blanket, or to go home.

“Who are we? You don’t get to ask the questions, we do. We want to know who all of you are. We know about you and the four others. You all showed up twenty years ago. Why did you come here? Where did you come from?” The woman’s voice was calm and soothing. It was like they were having a polite conversation, but Kelly knew the horror awaiting her at the woman’s command.

“I told you, I don’t remember anything before waking up in Dad’s police car.” Kelly’s voice was raspy from all the screams, but at least it was even.

“But Kelly, Mike Wachowski isn’t really your father now is he?” Again the woman’s speech was calm and soothing. “You appeared out of thin air twenty years ago and were adopted into his family, isn’t that right?”

It wasn’t a question, and Kelly didn’t reply, but suddenly realized what was coming next. She’d forgotten. This wasn’t the first time she’d woken up in this room and drank from the toilet bowl. Doubted it was even the tenth time. It had to be the shock treatments. They were messing with her memory. She didn’t remember when she’d been kidnapped, but it had to have been well over a month,
oh God
, could it have been a year?

She sat there, turning her head away from the direction of the voice. She waited, and then heard more people entering the cell, knowing what came next. Holding up her arms she didn’t have long to wait, they were there, grabbing and dragging her out.

* * *

“Noooooo-aaaahhhhh!”

“Shove the bit in again. I don’t want her biting through her tongue. Hopefully this new dosage will break down the damn barrier.”

Whatever chemicals they gave her burned as they made their way into her system. She moaned around the rubber bit and struggled with the restraints as the paddles were placed against her temples. Maybe they’d finally kill her and her suffering would end.

First black, then white, and then the red of fire and pain. Coursing through her like molten fire, through every molecule, forcing her to lose control of her bodily functions.

The colors burst in front of her, yellows, purples, pinks and blues. Ripping the head off one wildflower she pushed it against her nose and inhaled the fragrance, and then threw back her head and laughed. The sun was up and warm against her bare shoulders. Charging forward, she giggled as the flowers brushed legs, the soft grass squishy between her toes. She soared over the log in her path, and then she saw him.

Noah was her best friend. She knew he wanted to be alone, but he needed her. Tiptoeing behind him, she jumped up to surprise him as he turned around. He gave her a dark look but she smiled at him and flung her arms wide, watching as his face suffused with laughter. He scooped her up and twirled her around. He was nine and she was five, but their age difference didn’t matter, they were best friends. Grabbing his silky black hair as he twirled her, she hugged his neck, and Kali was content. Nothing was better in her world than loving Noah, he belonged to her.

“Don’t be sad anymore, Noah.”

“I’m not sad, Kali.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m leaving with the others.” She’d known. But she didn’t want him to leave. “Kalani, you need to understand, let me show you.” He touched their foreheads together.

“No, I don’t want to see.”

“Open up Kali, you need to see. Let me show you.”

Kali relaxed and let him share the other universe needing their help. He revealed everything. So many things didn’t make sense, but the pain and suffering was easy to comprehend, and more, she could see what it was Noah and the others were supposed to do. It was simple, they were to be themselves and just help a little.

He was right, he had to go, it was important. Kali started to cry. She knew it meant she would have to leave everything she loved, her Nana, the meadow, and everything else, because there was no way Noah was leaving without her.

Chapter Two

This time when she crawled over the floor to the toilet, she somehow remembered not to flush it. She sniffed then she cupped handfuls of water. Hopefully not flushing the toilet would allow her a longer respite. Of course her captors might have cameras in the cell. Kelly was thankful this time, even though her eyes were still swollen, she could open them a little.

As she scooped up the water it hurt her wrists. She traced a finger close to the pain and almost screamed in agony. There were huge gashes on her wrists. How in the hell had that happened? Then she remembered the zip ties biting into her flesh and holding her down. After gulping water she carefully crawled around the cell. Every part of her body hurt, her head most of all. But Kelly had some instinct, some drive deep inside, insisting she not give up.

Her knees snagged on the gown she wore. Pulling it out of the way, she realized it was a hospital gown and the back hadn’t been tied. Wonderful, she was crawling around bare assed for the world to see, she thought bitterly.

She finally found the food. Oatmeal. Of course there weren’t any utensils. Using her hands to eat, she was grateful to put something in her stomach. For a moment she thought she wouldn’t be able to keep it down, and then she remembered why she was so hungry. She had lost control of everything. Her cheeks heated with shame, but she ruthlessly shoved it aside. At least someone had been nice enough to clean her. All things considered it served them right. They deserved to literally clean her shit since they were the assholes torturing her. She grinned at the thought.

For a moment she felt normal again. No helpless damsel-in-distress for Kalani, nope she was a hard-core cop’s daughter. Oh God, what the hell? Her name was Kelly. Kelly Wachowski, and by God her Dad would be on the warpath. He’d find her. She stopped after four handfuls of the mush. She tried to make her way to the cot, but she didn’t have the strength. Giving up, she curled up on the floor and tried to rest instead of passing out.

Kelly said a quick Hail Mary and smiled, knowing her mom would be so happy she was finally saying her prayers. She missed her mom, and most especially she missed her big dad. They must be so worried about her. Her last thoughts before she fell asleep were about her parents.

* * *

The stealth Black Hawk helicopter was taking too long. Sam felt her pain. It had been getting worse the closer they had gotten, and now it was agonizing. His training allowed him to compartmentalize, to push it to the side and still function, but he knew she couldn’t survive much longer. He couldn’t set aside that knowledge, even though he needed to in order to get the job done.

Sam never heard of Kelly Wachowski before, but as soon as they’d been shown her picture he’d had a visceral reaction. He
knew
her. Hostage rescue was one of the things his team did. But normally they weren’t pulled out of a live mission to go recover a school teacher, even if her father was a captain in the Chicago Police Department.

Sam looked around the interior of the helicopter at the five members of his team. All of them had been pissed when they were taken out of the jungle, until the Admiral briefed them, then they all wanted in. Sam had been a little uncomfortable having his background explained. Only one of his team knew he was one of the
found
children who had shown up out of thin air twenty years ago. It was not something Samson Noah Kukailimoku readily shared. The Admiral explained another one of the
found
had recently been killed in a botched kidnapping attempt. It was obvious to everyone the reason Kelly had been taken was because she too was a
found
child.

It took the team three days to get the necessary intel to figure out where Kelly was being held. Even after that was done, they only narrowed it down to an abandoned business park with four empty structures. All of the buildings contained basements, and even with their heat seeking equipment they weren’t likely to find their targets if they were holed up in one of the lower levels. They were still two hours out, and Sam had a bad feeling they were cutting it close.

“Hey Lieutenant, think you can do your voodoo?” Nate asked. Sam winced but nodded. He again looked at his team, but they all seemed relaxed.

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