Authors Note

Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews I absolutely adore them. So I decided I was going to update early because we had a snow day today and I'm bored out of my mind. I hope you dearly enjoy this installment of Found. Thanks again for all the wonderful encouraging reviews you all have given me. So on with the story!

Warnings!

This chapter has graphic torture scenes and is semi, very violent. It is not for the faint of heart. I don't really enjoy writing this, but it must be done to fit in with my story, so beware this is not for the faint of heart!

Found

Previously on Found

I pointed Tank, Bobby and Zip to take the back and Hal and Cal to take the side. Lester, Manny, and I were taking the front. I counted down and busted in the door. That was when all hell broke loose. Three men turned and opened fire on us with their MK57's. Manny and Lester jumped in an open door clearing it before coming back and firing on the enemy. I ducked behind a pillar and open fired on them soon. I heard the window shatter and looked around the pillar. The last man was jumping from the window. I ran over and saw the other two dragging their injured comrade towards the woods on the far side.

"You take upstairs, I'll take down." I told them before heading off to find the door to the basement. I kicked it open and proceeded down. I heard the sounds of shouts and shot upstairs but that all faded into the background at the sight that met me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Steph is that you?" I gasped.

Chapter 2: Found

Steph P.O.V.

As I regained consciousness I heard the sound of men in the room next to where I was chained up. They were talking in muffled voices that I had long ago tried to stop listening to. The burns, bruises, scratches, and whatever else they did made my body protest at every slight twitch of my straining muscles. My shoulders had gone numb days ago from being chained to the wall. This was the fourth house in the last three weeks. We moved around constantly, never staying somewhere long enough for someone to find us. I hadn't given up hope though, even though it was a slim to nothing chance I still believed that my dad or Carlos would find me. My one good eye took in my surroundings. My right eye had been forcibly removed a few years ago; I had learned to live with the darkness on that side. I was in a dark, rank basement. It could've been anywhere, but I knew it was still in the Trenton area. I had only been in the trunk for about twenty minutes so we weren't far away. Just as I settled in trying to relax into my waking sleep when the door to the basement banged open and my captor walked down the stairs in slow deliberate steps meant to send chills down my spine. It wasn't his steps that scared me most though it was the feral look on his face that did.

"So my pet, you are awake, that is good." He said with a horrid smirk on his twisted face. I said nothing, not that I could anyways. I was pretty sure my vocal cores had stopped working a few weeks after the torture had begun. My silent screams seemed to comfort him anyways. He walked up to me and ran his grimy fingers along my collar bone smiling that twisted smile the whole time. This man was beyond insane; he was so far in Candy Land that the Grandma Nut seemed sane. He turned abruptly and walked over to a large box that he brought everywhere with him. I knew what was inside, his torture devices. I gulped nervously. He only used those when he was in a really bad mood; normally he just used his or others fists and knives. I tried pulling my arms in to make me smaller but the shackles held me still. He turned towards me with a wicked glint in his eyes. I looked down into his hand and saw his favorite torture device and my least. He had a think for burns, I did not. He walked purposely over to me before starting. My eyes screwed up tight in pain my mouth open in a silent scream never heard by anyone. This continued for a good 45min before he walked away cackling. I lay panting sweat pouring down my body from the exertion. Weimar second in command silent walked up to my captor and whispered something in his ear. They shot a glance at me before walking away. I gave a sigh of relief and sank into the blissful darkness that constantly waited in the wings of my undeveloped mind.

As the blissful darkness left me the sound of gunshots broke into my mind. My eyes snapped open and my good eye looked around frantically. Not being able to see left me partially open to attacks, not that I expected anything less. I frantically searched for something familiar but nothing came. I was alone. My head sagged against my naked chest and out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. BANG! The door to the basement splintered open and I raised my heavy head to see who or what was coming down the stairs into my dark domain. A man I had never seen before entered gun drawn. I stared wide eyed waiting for him to see me and shoot. When he saw me he did something I didn't expect. He stumbled back as if hit. His horror filled eyes looked up at me and a spark of recognition entered his beautiful glittering eyes.

"Steph is that you?" He gasped at me openly gaping now. A brilliant smile lit my face, the first in what seemed like forever. He slowly walked towards me almost like he feared I was a figment of his imagination. He stopped right in front of me looking at me with unreadable eyes. I fidgeted quietly letting out a silent hiss of pain. It must have shown in my eyes because he stumbled backwards and tripped falling on his butt. Tears streamed silently down his face, I didn't know what to do. Sixteen years is a long time not to see someone, especially when one was probably considered dead. A small weight seemed to leave my shoulders when I realized that part of my hell was over, Carlos wouldn't leave me here. After sixteen years it was finally over. Silent tears streamed down my face. I was so happy, more so then I had ever been in my life. A creaking on the stairs caused me to turn my head. I saw several men with guns drawn walk down the stairs warily looking all over.

"Hey bossman, you here?" One called. I looked over at Carlos and he opened his mouth and silently closed it nothing coming out. He wiped the tears off his face and all emotions seemed to drain from his face.

"I'm here," he said with steady voice. "But we need Bobby ASAP." He called quietly. That triggered something with the men because they ran the rest of the way down and over to Carlos looking at him, searching for deadly wounds. When finding none they glanced at each other concerned.

"Where are you hurt?" One asked concerned.

"Not me you morons, her." He said pointing at me. They turned around and saw me hanging in the air for the first time. Their eyes shot open in silent horror at the state I'm sure I was in. One stepped forward squinting at me as if he thought he knew me.

"Steph is that you? It's me Lester." He said looking curiously. Then it hit me it was Lester Santos, Carlos' cousin. We were tight back in the day. I nodded slowly and his face darkened considerably, like he was hoping it wasn't me.

"Jesus what the hell happened to you?" He asked quietly running his hand through his hair. I looked down and said nothing. The last thing I remembered before the blissful darkness clamming me was the sound of more footsteps on the stairs.

Ranger P.O.V.

I was totally in shock. The six year old girl I had been searching for, for the last sixteen years was chained up in front of me. Only she wasn't that six year old anymore, but a twenty two year old that looked like she was eighteen. Her skin was covered in lacerations and burns. She was so skinny, that if I looked close I could see right through her. She was pale as a ghost and blood dripped slowly down some of her cuts. I was horror struck to say the least. Never in my twenty three years on this planet had I seem something this horrifying and I had seen torture before, even inflicted it. I didn't know what to do, I was immobile. Her eyes locked with me and a small smile graced her rugged features before her head slumped down on her chest. I jumped up looking around wildly for Booby. He had to help her, she needed to live. I had not just spent the last sixteen years looking for her, just to watch her die before my eyes.

"Bobby!" I barked harshly. "Help her, fix her at all costs, she is not to die. Do you hear me?" I spit out at him. He looked at me curiously before nodding and getting to work. My eyes locked with Lester and I nodded to the stairs. He nodded and we walked towards them to have a chat.

Lester P.O.V.

I was pissed, no I was beyond pissed. When I came down into that basement and realized the girl chained to the wall was Steph, someone I considered family. It made my blood boil. I followed Ranger out of the basement and into the living room of the house. I knew he had something on his chest and he had to get it off. He stepped into the living room and whipped around and pinned me with a stare. One I knew well. We were going to find these fuckers and make them pay. I leered at me and he leered back. We were on the same page. I clapped him on the back and he did the same. My mind swirled planning the painful death we would inflict on those who dared hurt an innocent little girl like Steph. I would be there for her no matter what, and I knew RangeMan would be right behind her as well. We stick together and Steph was one of us.

Authors Note

Well what do you think? Was this a good chapter? I thought it was fairly long. Review please, I so enjoy them. I wonder what will happen to Steph. Will she come out strong? Well you'll have to wait and see. I hope you like the different viewpoints. If not let me know. If you want more let me know. Thanks for reading this far I hope you enjoyed it.

~Ranger'sBabe16