Kings’ Cross


Steve regained consciousness slowly. He found himself in a small,
darkened room he’d never seen before. He knew he wasn’t alone in the room. There were at least three other people with him – he could see that many feet. He had no way of knowing if there were more in the room without letting them know he was awake again.
“I think he’s awake,” a quiet, whispery voice said.
“Good,” a more guttural voice answered from behind Steve. “We have much we need to talk about, and very little time.”
“Where’s Tommy?” Steve asked, not moving from the bare mattress he lay on.
“Tommy? Oh, the boy. He’s safe, don’t worry about him,” the guttural voice answered. “You are hungry. You need to eat and drink. When you are finished, we will talk.”
“I want to see Tommy! He’s my responsibility. I’m supposed to keep
him safe,” Steve answered.
“Eat, young Marine,” the whispery voice said. “Your young boy child
will not come to harm. He is safe with us. Hurry, eat. We have much to discuss.”
Steve realized he wasn’t going to get any further answers, and gradually sat up. The room was small. The seven people in it made it even smaller. One reached down and grasped his right hand, easing him to his feet. As Steve stopped swaying, an eighth person brought a tray of food into the room. Her appearance – she was definitely female – and her clothing gave him his first indication of who had kidnapped him. That knowledge only made him more curious. Why would the Universal Church, known for its peaceful behavior and generous philanthropy, suddenly begin kidnapping people?
Being kidnapped was just the beginning of a new life for Steve, one he’d never have considered before. Only time would tell what that new life would mean, not only for him but for his sister and her husband, his best friend and fellow Marine, Rob Wollcott.