Saving Madeleine

Chapter One

CHAPTER I

Madeleine's POV

I glanced at the clock and crossed my fingers, impatient for the night. My hands were clammy with sweat and I was nervous. After 3 weeks of being in a new surrounding, without my family, and in a new school, I was finally going to get some answers from the group which took everything from me.

The last few minutes seemed to stretch on like hours and hours as I tapped my feet nervously on the floor.

As soon as the clock struck 4:45, I grabbed my purse and went down the stairs.

I opened the door, and my eyes landed on a sleek black Mercedes parked in the driveway. I stared at it in awe, before shaking myself and walking to the car.

I opened the door, to find a man wearing a black suit was sitting in the car. Not a word was exchanged as we drove through some streets and finally came to stop at a small, one story house.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion- I had thought that it would be a building. We entered the small, quaint house which had only two rooms. There was almost nothing in the house except a sofa in the living room.

We walked into a room, almost hidden by a huge cupboard that was covered in dust. There was another door in the room, in front of which stood a huge, bulky guy, who looked like as if he had steroids for breakfast, lunch and dinner. His hands held a huge rifle, as big as his forearm.

The guard talked to Mr. Steroids in a hushed tone who then nodded and turned to me, "Madeleine Arthur?"

I nodded in confirmation.

"Follow me." He said, beckoning, me to follow him. He opened the door with a swipe of his card in a slot on the doorpost.

The door closed and I found myself at a stairway, leading to the basement probably. We went down the stairway and into a small hall with a chandelier. As I took in the surrounding, I saw an elevator, making me gasp in surprise. This was a one story house; Why was there an elevator?

Mr. Steroids swiped his card again and the door opened.

I cautiously approached it and my eyes widened as I saw the numbers 1-8.

And then it hit me.

This building was like an iceberg. There weren't 8 stories up, there were 8 stories down.

The building would be best for any type of illegal practices like drugs or something of the sort. I felt a set of goosebumps running down my arms and I pulled my jacket around myself, rubbing my arms. Mr. Steroids punched the button for the 8th floor.

Soon, the lift opened into a hallway, similar to the one after the fight of stairs. The air was surprisingly breathable and wasn't suffocating, even though we were 8 floors under the ground. My eyes automatically searched the ceiling for vents and sure enough they were there. There were three grey doors on the far end of the corridor.

We reached the middle door and Mr. Steroids spoke "Jack Evans."

There must've been some kind of voice recognition system, for the door swung open immediately. We found ourselves in another room with a door and a finger scanner next to it.

Mr. Steroids pressed his hand against the glass and then opened the door. We entered into an office-like room with a large oak desk in the middle. The leather chair behind the table turned, revealing a slightly built man, with dark beady eyes.

He seemed like he was no more than 40 and he had a scar running down his forearm. He had an air of authority about him, and looked very intimidating. I squirmed under his gaze.