Little Acorn

The Lieutenant didn't know what he was getting himself into when he decided to pull that helpless little boy from the rubble of destruction. Neither did Collin when he fell in love with a single mother of a little girl at an ice cream shop. Neither of the children knew much beyond their friendship as they grew older. But, the boy's origins have cruel plans for them all.


23. the squirrel is caught

Chapter 23

The three men carried the woman back to the cabin. She was surprisingly calm inside the net. Alden noticed that Collin was walking stiffly.

"How's the bullet wound?" He asked as they restrained the woman to a chair.

"Fine," Collin replied curtly.

There was a look of fire in this woman's eyes. Something animalistic. She'd had yet to make a sound or speak a word. Alden still couldn't place why he felt so afraid of her. His heart was trying to make sense of why she seemed so familiar to him.

Collin noticed faint surgical scars covering nearly every inch of skin that wasn't hidden under brown tactical clothing. Ever her face showed a few scars.

She looked up at Alden and looked sad for a moment before returning to her set predatory stare.

Alden was glad that Delia wasn't here. He didn't know if they'd be able to keep this woman under control. His shield temporarily disabling her was a complete and utter fluke.

"Who are you?" Lu demanded of the woman.

Her gaze never left Alden.

"Who are you?" Alden repeated the question, but his tone was gentle and pleading.

Her eyes softened. He could swear he saw her tearing up.

"Please, tell me," Alden begged and reached to touch her hand.

She squeezed it and let out a soft cry before her eyes hardened again. She squeezed his hand tightly, quickly. A loud snap rang through the air and Alden screamed as he pulled his hand away from her grasp.

"She broke all four fingers," Collin said and went straight to work at setting them back in place.

Alden let out a yell and a whimper, then Collin was busy at wrapping them tightly in place.

"You'll be fine. Don't be a baby," Collin admonished.

"I know," Alden bit back through his teeth. "Still hurts."

They heard pounding from the closet. Alden rushed to it, nearly tripping on his way. He opened the closet and placed his hand on the wall. It wouldn't open.

"Why won't the door open?" Alden asked.

"It's a security measure to make sure no one could follow into it. I never dreamed anyone would have a reason to head back in this direction," Collin explained.

"Disable it, then," Alden commanded.

"Alden, it's a rudimentary system. I can't override it."

Alden placed his hands on the wall and listened closely for her voice.

"Alden, let me in," Delia was begging. "Something's wrong. I need your help."

"I'll get you out of there," Alden said.

He flooded the wall with his shield, trying to find the locks. It was intricate, complicated. Lots of gears, pins, and weights. He guided them slowly to unlock. The weights were heavy and placed an enormous burden on him. His head was pounding and his mouth tastes like metal. He heard a click. It was unlocked. He moved it open an inch, the got his good hand in and pushed it open the rest of the way. Delia was shaking from head to toe. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

She was burning up.

"Something is wrong," her voice was weak. "The baby..."

Alden picked her up and brought her into the den. Collin rushed to them on sight and pulled out the medical necessities he'd brought.

"I don't understand. You checked her out this morning. She was fine," Alden said and held her against his chest.

"Like me," the woman said from across the room.

Those were the first words they'd heard her speak. Her voice was light and airy. She pointed to Delia.

"Like me," she repeated and smiled. "With you."

Her gaze turned to Alden, her eyes softening again. She let out another cry and writhed in the chair like she was being beaten in a fight they couldn't see.

"Lu, draw blood from her for me," Collin said and pressed his stethoscope to Delia's chest.

"Her heart rate is normalizing," he took her temperature. "Fever is dropping. She seems to be stabilizing."

"I feel better," Delia breathed out. "I'm tired."

Lu drew blood from the woman's arm and brought the syringe to Collin.

"Alden, I don't have any of my records from home. I'm going to need a new blood sample from you," Collin said.

Alden raised his sleeve. Collin wrapped his arm tightly with a band, then drew blood from his vein.

"What are you going to do?" Alden asked, but he already knew the answer.

"I'm just trying to find answers," Collin replied.

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