Lost and Found

Chapter 2 Keira

   When I woke I was laying on a cold metal hospital table. I looked down and saw that I was clean. My nails had been cut into perfect, clean half moons, my hair combed into blond silk, and my skin had been scrubbed pink. I looked down at a white nightgown and wondered where I was and how I got here. I saw a wooden door off to my right open slowly and when I saw the face behind than door, my memory crashed into me. This man had rescued me. He had dark brown locks and broad shoulders that stretched tight a black T-shirt. His arms were tanned and ripped with muscles. Camp cargo pants and boots completed his rugged look.                
   He fixed me with blue eyes of steel, a gaze that pinned me to the wall. He sat at the foot of my bed. "Do you know who I am?" He asked and I shook my head. He sighed but didn't look surprised "My name is Kai." The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. He continued "You can trust us Keira, we won't hurt you. We are enemies of your captors." He stared at me for a second and watched understanding dawn in my eyes. He was one of The Rebels. He glanced down at his hands "Our leader, Wesley, had wanted to talk to you immediately but I convinced him that you needed time to recover first. I'm sure that you have lots that you want to know so while we are alone, maybe I can help." Suddenly I was overwhelmed with questions. What did they want with me, why did they lock me up, how did he know me? But I only asked one question, it was the only thing that mattered. "Is my mother okay?" I breathed. It felt like a long pause before he sighed "I'm sorry to tell you this but your mother was killed shortly after your capture." I felt my heart stop and my soul was screaming as my whole existence began crumbling. My mother had been my whole world and now I would never see her again.
    The man in front of me shifted and I blinked. "Why bother to release me? I mean, it's not like I can be of any help to your cause. Why not let me rot in my cell?" He wrung his hands and looked uncomfortable. "Do you remember the day that they took you?" I remembered clearly when they took me, at least I thought I had. But when I started thinking back I realized that my memories were fuzzy, like I was watching through a thick smoke. The things I thought were there, weren't and the longer I sat there trying to find what was missing, the more I felt tampered with. It was as if somebody had cut a chunk of information out of my mind, I could feel the hole, a black gaping abyss that had been stolen from me.
   I looked up at the stranger before me with a panic mounting deep in my chest. "Why can't I remember?" I asked. He looked down "Your memories were tampered with. You were a master hacker for the rebels, you did things for us that nobody thought possible. You were our secret weapon against the government. But you were caught." He sighed when he saw my eyes mist. "They took you in and tortured you for information. But they couldn't break you. So they wiped your memories of us. Everything regarding the Rebels was erased. They did it so you could never help us again. But you are still valuable because you are stronger than their mind games, we have hope that you will remember." I stared into those deep blue eyes and wondered how he could look at me and see strength. I was days away from losing my mind in that cell, how was I supposed to find memories that I didn't know I had even lost? My heart beat erratically looking at him, as if his eyes could see into me. This man, Kai, had saved me from insanity. "What happens if I can't remember." I gasped, suddenly breathless and dizzy in his presence. He bit his lip and smiled "We hope it won't come to that." His curly brown hair swept over his forehead and I reached forward to brush it back. He caught my hand and smiled again.
   That was when the gunfire started. Kai grabbed me and we ducked behind the bed. "Stay low and stay right behind me!" Kai yelled over the gunshots. He turned right as the glass windows behind us shattered and a blast of excruciating pain flared in my left shoulder. I passed out cold. The last thing I heard was that familiar drip drip drip drip drip, but this time it wasn't water.