Hacking The Heart [Immortal Hearts #1] (#Wattys2016)

[14] - BD4

4th Street - FBI Building; 11:29 PM:

Kaylee eye's opened slowly under a dim light, and as her head turned from left to right, all she saw gray brick after gray brick. On the top right side of the room was what appeared to be a scratched up steel door. Kaylee looked at the scratches for a message or anything, but they only appeared to be spastic and completely random.

Slowly, she came to her senses and lifted her head to find that her legs were spread. It became clearer as she stared down the length of her nude form; her spread legs, the thick, liquidy substance on her breasts, and a pounding headache. What she didn't expect to see was both her ankle and hand wrapped tightly in clean, white bandages. She didn't understand, if they were going to kill her, then why were they trying to keep her injuries from getting any worse?

Even knowing that it had happened again, both that and her injuries took an immediate backseat as she quickly sat up, realizing just how bad her situation was. This time around, she had no clue of her location at all. There was no natural lighting and the same went for air, as she saw no vents whatsoever.

In the corner, where no light hit, sat a shadow. Kaylee noticed the presence of the man-like shadowy figure. Who was it? That was all that Kaylee could do; wonder if she was sharing this room with a bad person, like Finch, or someone else who had been thrown in there, like herself. Unfortunately for Kaylee, it had been the former.

"I'm sorry, Kaylee...I'm sorry..." the voice whispered. "The voice made me...please forgive me."

Kaylee stood, continuing to hesitantly approach the whispering man in the corner of the room. "Who are you?"

"Fi-Finch...Do y-you remember me? Me, you, and Landon are in the literature club at school?" he whispered. "I need to apologize to Landon, too, where is he? Where are we? Why is it so dark?"

Kaylee suddenly remembered Finch as she felt a weird sort of shocking sensation in her head. It was like memories were being poured into her brain by a waterfall. Finch Halbrook was one of Landon's best friends in high school before he went missing. Kaylee was honestly dumbfounded; how could she have forgotten about Finch? The three of them were always together, at least until the fight between him and Landon, that is.

Though most of her memories about Finch had come back, some things were blurry. Kaylee took another step forward as her hand subconsciously reached out. "Apologize for what? What do you mean, Finch? It's been a year since me and Landon left school. Is this where you've been since you went missing?"

"A year? Ha! Good one, Kaylee!" Finch became louder. "Get me out of here, this place is starting to scare me a little, to be honest."

"Answer me!" Kaylee almost yelled, hoping to find out anything that could make it easier to escape. "Apologize for what? Tell me."

Martin's Home; 11:42 PM:

Landon and Jeffrey approached the bright red door of the two-story house. In front of the lightless house, Landon turned the golden knob and was surprised to see it turn before his eyes, giving both him and Jeffrey a painless entry into quite the elegant home that Martin and his family lived inside of, in a very wealthy part of DC.

While Jeffrey had been in the shower, Landon took some time to do a check-up on Martin Lewinsky. He was a ghost; all of his information from his name to where he grew up was fake, nothing about him added up. Landon had grown accustomed to reading them, and could quite easily see through them. Yet, he dug and dug, but couldn't find a single thing about Martin - not even something as simple as his real name. He was the true definition of a ghost.

It was thanks to Jeffrey that Landon was able to get the locations of both Martin and Dale's homes. As Jeffrey had known them ever since the war, he became good friends with them - at least on the surface. Jeffrey had seen both of them, on numerous occasions, rape and kill innocent women and children. He hated it, and definitely didn't want to see it, but there was nothing more he could say other than: He was just a coward, a weakling.