United Service Read Online Free Page B
Author: Regina Morris
exactly where they are buried.” He leaned in and whispered, “You will tell them nothing about the disappearing woman. That was a dream.”
He left and headed towards the evidence room.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Wake up.” Kekoa said as he gently shook the younger boy’s arm. “You’re okay. Open your eyes and look at me.”
The kidnapped boy’s eyebrows fluttered sluggishly and he let out a moan. The drugged sound reminded Kekoa of his own ordeal from five years ago. He worried about the boy, for he had been unconscious far too long. “You need to wake up. Please.” Again, he shook the young boy.
Stephen fought to regain consciousness as his eyes, once again, peaked through his thick, sandy, blond hair. Jerking himself awake, he sat up. His pudgy frame lost its balance by the quick movement. He glanced around the unfamiliar room with his brown, puffy eyes, and began screaming.
Quickly Kekoa covered the boy’s mouth. “You’re okay,” he assured him. “Shhhh. He’ll hear you.” He gently stroked the young boy’s hair once he stopped screaming. “You’ve been drugged and things are going to be fuzzy in your head right now.” Kekoa watched as the boy’s eyes tried to focus on what must be a spinning room from inside his head. The powerful drugs incapacitated the boy, and Kekoa had had firsthand experience with them in his own system. Either the captors had been giving Kekoa less, or he was becoming less affected by them. He gradually became more aware of his surroundings and was clearheaded enough to do more than just obey their orders.
“My name is Kekoa, and I’m a friend.” Stephen franticly tried to stand while Kekoa held him down.
He watched as Stephen struggled for balance on a sleeping bag on the floor in the unfamiliar room. Clothes and sacks of takeout food littered the floor of the large, dirty bedroom. Stephen scooted away from Kekoa, knocking into trash on the floor, in an effort to gain some distance. “Where am I?” he asked, stumbling on the words. His eyes widened with fright.
In a reassuring voice, Kekoa continued, “That’s a good question. I’m sure you have many them. I’ll answer everything, but first I need to know how you feel. Are you in any pain?”
Stephen looked down at his jeans. His mouth gaped open as he noticed bloodstains, a rip in the pants from his thigh to his ankles, and a bandage on his leg. His hand quickly found its way to the bandage. “Huh? What happened to me?” he asked, his voice cracking in fright.
Kekoa hated telling the children the truth, but at least they had him as a friend to see them through the adjustment. Five years ago he had suffered the same fate, but he had been alone. The only other real difference is that he was fourteen at the time and not as young as most of the other children were. He took a deep breath. “You were stabbed in the leg. I cut your jeans so I could clean the wound. Don’t worry, the injury wasn’t deep.”
He hated lying to the boy. The cut was far worse than any he had seen before, and Kekoa, as a transitioning young vampire, did what he could to save the boy’s life. The taste of the human blood, as he had licked the wound to seal it, haunted him. His desire for more blood meant he was nearing the end of his Jahrling Year. He would die at the hand of his captors if they found out.
“Where am I?” Stephen asked again. He held his head as though it were spinning.
“In a house. This is where they take you before heading out to the camp.” Kekoa saw the confusion in the boy’s eyes. “This place is a staging area to make sure you’re medically all right. After this, you’re taken to a camp where the rest of the kids are. My name is Kekoa. What’s your name?”
“Stephen,” he said as he inspected the bandage on his leg even more. “A man. I remember a man in my room last night. Where’s my mom?”
Kekoa had seen many children like this one over the years, and it never got easier to tell them what
He left and headed towards the evidence room.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Wake up.” Kekoa said as he gently shook the younger boy’s arm. “You’re okay. Open your eyes and look at me.”
The kidnapped boy’s eyebrows fluttered sluggishly and he let out a moan. The drugged sound reminded Kekoa of his own ordeal from five years ago. He worried about the boy, for he had been unconscious far too long. “You need to wake up. Please.” Again, he shook the young boy.
Stephen fought to regain consciousness as his eyes, once again, peaked through his thick, sandy, blond hair. Jerking himself awake, he sat up. His pudgy frame lost its balance by the quick movement. He glanced around the unfamiliar room with his brown, puffy eyes, and began screaming.
Quickly Kekoa covered the boy’s mouth. “You’re okay,” he assured him. “Shhhh. He’ll hear you.” He gently stroked the young boy’s hair once he stopped screaming. “You’ve been drugged and things are going to be fuzzy in your head right now.” Kekoa watched as the boy’s eyes tried to focus on what must be a spinning room from inside his head. The powerful drugs incapacitated the boy, and Kekoa had had firsthand experience with them in his own system. Either the captors had been giving Kekoa less, or he was becoming less affected by them. He gradually became more aware of his surroundings and was clearheaded enough to do more than just obey their orders.
“My name is Kekoa, and I’m a friend.” Stephen franticly tried to stand while Kekoa held him down.
He watched as Stephen struggled for balance on a sleeping bag on the floor in the unfamiliar room. Clothes and sacks of takeout food littered the floor of the large, dirty bedroom. Stephen scooted away from Kekoa, knocking into trash on the floor, in an effort to gain some distance. “Where am I?” he asked, stumbling on the words. His eyes widened with fright.
In a reassuring voice, Kekoa continued, “That’s a good question. I’m sure you have many them. I’ll answer everything, but first I need to know how you feel. Are you in any pain?”
Stephen looked down at his jeans. His mouth gaped open as he noticed bloodstains, a rip in the pants from his thigh to his ankles, and a bandage on his leg. His hand quickly found its way to the bandage. “Huh? What happened to me?” he asked, his voice cracking in fright.
Kekoa hated telling the children the truth, but at least they had him as a friend to see them through the adjustment. Five years ago he had suffered the same fate, but he had been alone. The only other real difference is that he was fourteen at the time and not as young as most of the other children were. He took a deep breath. “You were stabbed in the leg. I cut your jeans so I could clean the wound. Don’t worry, the injury wasn’t deep.”
He hated lying to the boy. The cut was far worse than any he had seen before, and Kekoa, as a transitioning young vampire, did what he could to save the boy’s life. The taste of the human blood, as he had licked the wound to seal it, haunted him. His desire for more blood meant he was nearing the end of his Jahrling Year. He would die at the hand of his captors if they found out.
“Where am I?” Stephen asked again. He held his head as though it were spinning.
“In a house. This is where they take you before heading out to the camp.” Kekoa saw the confusion in the boy’s eyes. “This place is a staging area to make sure you’re medically all right. After this, you’re taken to a camp where the rest of the kids are. My name is Kekoa. What’s your name?”
“Stephen,” he said as he inspected the bandage on his leg even more. “A man. I remember a man in my room last night. Where’s my mom?”
Kekoa had seen many children like this one over the years, and it never got easier to tell them what