The Keepers Book Two of the Holding Kate Series

by Cole, LaDonna

  The Keepers

  Copyright © 2014 LaDonna Cole

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the publisher.

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Published by

  HWV Productions

  Print edition ISBN numbers:

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9912335-2-6

  ISBN-10: 0991233522

  ALSO BY LaDONNA COLE

  THE TORN

  Book 1

  The Holding Kate Series

  THE KEEPERS FILES 1.5

  Book 1.5

  The Holding Kate Series

  HEARTWORK VILLAGE DIVORCE AND

  GRIEF RECOVERY CURRICULUM

  Book 2.5

  The Holding Kate Series

  Coming Soon

  THE SOURCE

  Book 3

  The Holding Kate Series

  Coming Soon

  DRUMMER BOY

  A Family Christmas Story

  For Dayla

  For a full-sized, color map of Heartwork Village, visit

  www.ladonnacolern.wix.com/ladonna-cole

  THE IMMORTAL SONG

  Hold me close, fly with me

  Across immortal portals free.

  Fall into the lover’s sea.

  With lips so full of worship.

  I will hold you for all time.

  Come and press your heart to mine.

  With my promise on your breast

  I live in your nearness.

  Hold me fast, come let’s go

  Where fireflies bask in afterglow.

  My kiss enfolds the tender soul

  In bliss so full of worship.

  “Through the discovery of intellectual streaming of Quantum Mechanics, we have perfected the interactive matrix linking individual imagination to a hive imagination to produce creative molecular cohesion.” ~ Dr. K. Pazicni, December 2022

  THE VAN LURCHED to a stop. I eased the blindfold over my right eye, then took it off. The old covered bridge stood near the parking lot where we sat. I took Kate’s blindfold off and opened the door. Seven of us poured out of the van and blinked in the harsh sunlight. Three weeks of underground training in florescent lighting made the sun seem unnaturally bright.

  The van crawled away and clacked over the planks of the bridge, then sped off. We squinted at each other, the Keepers. Kate rescued a lady bug off of Mel’s shoulder and shook it into the wind. Mel wrapped her arm around Kate’s waist and they put their heads together, brunette and blond, in a private conversation ending in giggles. I turned to Mel’s husband, the tall lanky Donnie Dudgeon, and we shook our heads. Kate and Mel seemed destined to giggle when they got together. Trip shifted reaching for the sword normally strapped to his side, his fist closed on air. He let out a frustrated huff and gazed over the hills, ever vigilant. Tara, a goddess-like creature, squared off at his shoulder, scanning the opposite direction. Dirk swung his backpack onto his back, then cracked his knuckles.

  Our mission firm in our minds, we were the task force trained to save the village from the mysterious saboteur; four teens and three barely out of their teens, with thousands of years of life experience shared between us. We would enter quantum jumps to ascertain which of the 12 Inner Circle members had gone rogue and started sabotaging the jump therapy sessions.

  “I guess that’s our ride into the village.” Dirk pointed, his muscled arm flexing beneath coffee colored skin, to a large hay-stuffed wagon hitched to a pair of charcoal-tinted mules.

  Kate stretched and shifted her backpack, cutting her eyes to me in a playful grin. “I am so glad to be outside again.” She spun in a circle and fell into my arms.

  Donnie howled and tossed Mel over his shoulder. She squealed like a child while he pranced around the parking lot. We hooted at them and moved toward the trailer.

  “Hey, Gladiator G.I. Joe!” Kate released my hand and skipped forward, calling to Trip.

  He stopped and turned a baleful glare onto her. “I told you not to call me that, Katie girl.” He cracked a smile when she jumped onto his back.

  “I just want a piggyback ride to round out the whole farm-slash-hay-ride experience.” She roughed up his hair and he locked his arms under her legs and trotted off.

  “So if he is Gladiator G.I. Joe,” I rubbed my palm over my chin and sized up Tara, the statuesque dragon slayer. “Then that makes you Xena Warrior Barbie.”

  “Corey Chastain, you did not just call me that!” She arched her brow and swatted at me. I ran backwards to the hay-filled wagon, taunting her.

  Grinning as Tara caught up to me with a punch, I caught Kate when she tumbled off of Trip’s back and into my arms. We burrowed down under the straw sniggering and stealing kisses until the others caught up and climbed aboard. Dirk, our fearless leader, pretended to step on us to get to the driver’s seat. Then launching up from the hay, we attacked him, burying him in mounds of the stuff. An all-out alfalfa war ensued, strewing hay all over the road.

  Dirk escaped, took up the reins, and whistled to the mules. The wagon rocked forward and Kate fell into my arms, giggling. We dove under the golden blanket again. Ah, the taste of Kate’s lips—

  “Get a room!” Trip growled, arm hanging over Tara’s shoulder. Kate flushed and kissed me again before crawling out to bask in the sunshine as the wagon jostled us toward the village. Kate tilted her face to the sun. I picked straw out of her hair and gazed over the campus.

  The day beamed a bright sky as vibrant as a field of bluebonnets. Tara’s golden hair reflected in the sunlight as she shifted on the hay bale to lean back against Trip’s chest. Trip’s usual scowl paused when he pressed his chin to the top of her head, then resumed as he plucked a straw and set it between his teeth. Mel and Donnie sat at the end of the wagon with their legs dangling off. Mel leaned back on her elbows and let the sun warm her cheeks. She hummed a familiar tune, pale hair the color of Tara’s and mine wafted in the breeze. We watched the beauty of the summer drift by to the accompaniment of croakers and chirpers.

  It felt so good to be out of that underground bunker. Three weeks of constant training, memorizing files, and testing as jump commanders without a peek of sunlight drove us stir crazy. A bit giddy, we soaked in the honeysuckle air and acted our physical ages for a change.

  We spent our hibernation in intense physical and mental training, side by side, giving Kate a chance to get close to everyone on the team. That included Trip. They were already pretty tight, but we felt if our mission to expose the infiltrator was going to succeed, then Kate needed freedom to spend time with all of us equally. Counting on her uncanny intuition on the jumps, we all opened ourselves to her. Her innate ability to love unconditionally without reservation bonded us to her, the secret keeper. Her ability to care for others amazed me, and seeing the whole team attached to her gave me joy. Mostly.

  I shrugged dark thoughts away. I just wanted to enjoy this awesome day with my girl. I pecked Kate on the cheek and slung my arm over her shoulders. She slowly blinked at me and pressed her palm against mine. We laced our fingers together. She held my gaze, her pupils wide with emotion. She drew closer, trapping me in her intensity. Nothing satisfied me like her love-filled expression. Nothing captured me like her pure attention focused solely on me. She drew a shaky breath and turned h
er face back to the sun and nestled her head against my shoulder.

  The screeching sphere descended suddenly. Vacuumed into swirling light fractals swishing around us like whitewater rapids, we were abducted and then dumped at the edge of a cliff. A sheer drop to a rock-strewn beach below reminded me of Kate’s jump when she had faced the Daddy monster three weeks earlier. This was not the same world, though. Only one sun lit the sky here.

  People dressed in drab garb wandered the plain around us. Listless and dull they roamed without purpose.

  “Okay, Keepers, eyes peeled.” Dirk turned a slow circle, making sure we were all accounted for.

  Kate pressed against my side and I took her hand. She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Why have we jumped? We aren’t supposed to be activated, yet, right?” She reached her other hand to touch Mel’s arm reassuringly.

  “Mama Ty said we were going to go to the Scriptorium first,” Mel murmured as she scanned the people milling around.

  The Scriptorium existed on two planes, the cave under the gazebo in the heart-shaped lake and a portal to an immortal world. Jump teams went to receive instruction, a spiritual preparation for their time at Heartwork Village. Since we had been separated from the Chartreuse team to form a secret task force called The Keepers, we still needed to go there. We didn’t even know who would be in charge.

  “I told you we should have kept our weapons!” Trip spat and shifted his stance, back to back with Tara, both in full warrior mode.

  “Guys, check it out.” Donnie pointed over the edge of the cliff to the ocean and we all turned our attention to the foaming waves as they rolled in to crash against the rocks.

  An enormous head rose out of the billowing sea, horns first. Salt spray crashed around it and streamed down the massive scales as feral orbs blinked open. It rose quickly revealing the colossal giant of a monster as it lurched toward us. Muscled arms the size of dual stadiums jutted from his slimy torso. A tail crashed behind him causing tsunami like waves to fracture and speed in opposite directions.

  He halted with one foot in the ocean and the other foot on the land, threw back his head and bellowed. Darkness spewed from his mouth to blot out the sky. The people screamed and ran in all directions, panic-stricken and chaotic. Some ran off the cliff edge and fell to crunch on the rocks far below.

  The monster took a swipe at the cliff and the earth crumbled into the ocean taking dozens of people down with it and catapulting others into us. Kate and Mel, hit by a flying man, sailed down the hill. I turned to run after them when the ground beneath my feet gave way.

  Darkened sky descended in black fog pillars to eclipse the day, and I couldn’t discern the black loam of the cliff from the inky darkness. I scrambled, clawing and grabbing to keep from spilling over the ragged edge.

  We were thrown into midnight with screams and wails as our only orientation. Descending shrieks and crashing waves far below chased me toward chaotic moans and shouts above.

  “Corey!” I heard Trip’s voice above the chaos. It sounded very near.

  “Here!” I clung to the side of the precipice.

  “Take my hand!”

  “I can’t see you, Trip!”

  “I’m here. I’m right here.”

  He sounded so close. I trusted Trip with my life, he’d become one of my best friends over the last three weeks. I wouldn’t be able to hang on much longer. I drew a deep breath, released the root I dangled from, and arced my hand into the darkness above me.

  I hit solid muscle and felt it clamp around my forearm.

  He lifted me slowly and I pumped my legs into the side of the cliff. Together we made purchase until I collapsed on the ground beside him. He clutched my shoulder in one of his large palms and gripped my forearm.

  “Thanks,” I huffed. “Thanks.”

  He pounded my shoulder and lifted me up.

  “Kate. Where is Kate?” I breathed heavily as we rose to stand side by side in the darkness.

  The roar of the monster muffled Trip’s reply. So dark, I checked my step, afraid to move. We could step right off the edge if we tried to move in the absolute darkness.

  A flicker drew my attention. I looked down at my chest. A reddish golden glow emanated from the center of my frame. I followed the light trail to see Trip’s face illuminated by the radiance. His mouth hung open and his eyes grew round as he stared at the light coming from me.

  Other faces appeared in the circle around us. Kate, Tara, Mel, Donnie, Dirk and the strangers were drawn to the only circumference of light left in this world. Trip reached out and touched my shirt where the light centered and it skimmed up his arm and landed in the middle of his chest, flashing a brilliant white, then simmering to the golden glow.

  Our eyes met.

  “Whoa,” he whispered and turned his hand around to gawk at the luminosity staining his fingertips.

  A loud screech enveloped us, and then deposited us on the black-top road beside the hay wagon. We staggered, trying to gain our bearings.

  “Wha-what just happened?” Kate squinted her eyes against the sudden brightness. A trickle of blood flowed from a gash on her temple. I moved toward her just as she gasped and turned toward Mel. “Mel, are you okay?”

  Mel swayed on her feet. Donnie and Kate, nearest her, rushed to take her by the elbows and assist her to the flatbed trailer.

  I grabbed the first aid kit from the storage under the driver’s seat and ran to the back of the wagon. I dabbed at Kate’s face with gauze while she fussed and crooned over her friend. “Mel sit here. Drink this water.” She cracked the seal of a bottle of water and pressed it to Mel’s lips.

  “I’m fine.” Mel waved us away. “Just got dizzy.” But she accepted the water bottle from Kate and sipped again.

  Kate took the cloth from me with a sweet smile and pressed it against her wound. “Thank you, Corey.” She kissed my cheek and left a burning imprint where her lips touched. Then she turned back to Mel, Donnie and Tara to make sure they were okay.

  I urged Dirk and Trip to the side. “What just happen?”

  Dirk slowly wagged his head back and forth. “Unprecedented. Never happened before.”

  “What do you mean? We get ripped out of this place all the friggin’ time.” Trip’s arms were covered in the same black soil as me.

  “No, not just the jump, though we aren’t on active status. Quantum Spheres shouldn’t be forming yet. The weird part is being dumped in the middle of the campus. We’re supposed to reappear in the QHR.”

  The quantum jumps always took us back to the Quantum Home Room for detox. “Obviously this wasn’t a sanctioned jump,” I said.

  “So the infiltrator sent us there?” Trip asked.

  Dirk shrugged. “Let’s get to the QHR.”

  I rubbed at my chest. A tingling sensation remained where the light had blazed.

  WE PATCHED OUR scrapes and bruises in QHR, ran through the detox showers to remove any foreign particles, and put on fresh jump suits. A subdued group stepped onto the walkway and meandered into the village streets, gaping at the mass of people milling about.

  Campers/jumpers populated the streets, every activity site bustling. A softball tournament progressed with teams of spectators awaiting their turn and cheering on their favorites. The cornfield maze crawled with campers in blindfolds carrying tall flags. Team captains called directions to them from a high platform through a bullhorn. Boaters, fishers, swimmers and sunbathers dotted the heart-shaped lake. The waterpark and pool frothed from laughing, squealing teens strutting and splashing. Guerilla warfare waged in the paintball fields, splattered with lime green and purple splotches. Yellow and pink balls, bouncing around the tennis courts, were the only spheres in sight.

  “Corey!” I glanced around and saw Eunavae and the Chartreuse team waving maniacally at us from the volleyball courts. They streamed toward us and we all turned to intercept them.

  Eunavae slammed into me with a fierce hug. “Where have you guys been? I didn’t know what to think! The
y wouldn’t tell us anything!” She let go long enough to look me over. Scraping her critique over us, she exclaimed. “Wow! You guys look great! Gosh, Kate, is that muscle?” She flicked Kate’s arm, and they laughed as Kate flexed her delicate limb. I studied her. She did seem more toned. I guess the intense training had wrought some changes in us. She turned to wave at Caitlyn and the other Chartreuse team members running toward us.

  Eunavae hugged Mel, Donnie, and Tara, and nodded at Trip. She hadn’t spent 200 years with him. The rest of the Chartreuse team caught up with her and they enfolded us into their midst and escorted us back into town chattering in perfect English and looking like the teenagers they were. Elated to be together again, we fell into a natural rhythm that can only be achieved when you spend two centuries with someone.

  I reached for Kate’s hand, but she no longer stood beside me, and I turned to find her. Craning around I saw her, Trip, and Dirk standing by the parked hay wagon, watching us move away. Kate gnawed her lower lip and furrowed her brow, arms tightly woven over her chest. She leaned into Trip. He enfolded her in an intimate embrace and tilted her chin up to look at him. He spoke something to her then touched her cheek, as though wiping a tear. Systematically cracking each digit, Dirk stood beside them watching the reunion mob trickle back toward the village square. I jerked to a stop, my heart cramped to see Kate in distress. I ran back to them.

  Kate’s face lifted when she saw me running toward her. “Come on, guys.” I took her hand and tugged her in the direction of the group.

  “I’m gonna ride to the stables with Dirk.” Trip turned to adjust a strap on one of the mule’s harnesses.

  “You sure?” I asked. Three weeks of training had solidified our friendship. All the Keepers had developed mutual respect and affection. We were unified in our desire to save the village from whoever kept trying to sabotage it. Trip and I had shared many conversations in the late hours of the night about how to best protect Kate. We had a plan.