This chapter dedicated to Simmcha1 who has not only helped publicize my book, but she has been working to help motivate me to continue this book. So thank you soooooooooooooooooooooooooo much simmcha. You beatiful girl, you. :P
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I held Morgan’s hand tightly in mine as we were falling down the dark hole at an incredibly fast speed. It was pitch black and I wasn’t able to see two feet in front of me. Morgan was preparing to land on her feet by keeping herself in a standing position.
I followed and had done the same. When we finally reached the ground, it was suddenly brighter. The walls were crafted into a twisting golden pattern that shinned and gleamed. Loose pieces of parchments lied on the floor, written in a quick scrawl barley readable to anyone interested. I let go of Morgan’s hand and we had stopped to admire the gold design on the wall.
“Who’s there?” A shaken, sad voice called out. It was an oddly familiar voice but I couldn’t quite imagine who it was. With sudden realization, I asked for the voice to speak again.
I followed the voice to where it grew loudest and found myself having to walk on a narrow path, leaving the gold room to a darker, damper section of the room. I looked down at the man who called out. He was thin. He hunched his shoulders in a frightened manner and looked at me with terrified yet piercing blue eyes. I bent down to his level and looked at him.
“Eliot? Is that you?” I asked, nervous to hear the answer.
His hair is golden blond with small flecks of dirt hiding in his hair. His face was skeletal and thin with long cheekbones. He hugged me tightly, nearly choking me. But I didn’t care. Eliot, my brother who I haven’t seen since the kidnapping, was reunited with me again. Eliot was shuddering in my arms, silently crying and breathing heavily. I pat his back to try to calm him down, like when we were children.Morgan caught up to us and smiled.
“And even years after, the brotherly bond still stands.” She giggled and I had to keep myself from not crying.
I got Eliot to stand up. He looked at Morgan and gave her a great hug as well. As well as it was to meet Eliot after many years, I still needed to complete the task of finding mom and dad.
Eliot went to the corner of the room again and kicked a perfectly round piece of silver. In mere seconds, a secret entrance had opened and Eliot motioned for us to follow. He lead us to a room that was not all that big but ample for about three people. The room was dark except for the sliver of light from the top that illuminated a shadow of bars that kept him in this cage.
“But wait, Eliot, if you were able to get to us in the gold room, and we dropped down from the gold room? Weren’t you able to escape?” I asked, awfully agitated by this theory. He shook his head and smirked, laughing to himself.
“No. There is only one way in this cave, and it is down. Welcome to your own personal hell. I have looked through every part that this space has given me, and nothing in return had come to my benefit. The only way out, is by climbing the wall. And the bars are way out of my reach.” I looked around the room for any useful items.To my huge fortune, I was able to find a large chest in the gold room and brought it to the cage. I started to stack several chests on top of each other.
“Now that we have more people, we can help each other climb to the top.” I knew it was a faulty plan, but it was all I could work with for now. I had to find the rest of my family. When there were enough chests, I went on my knees and ordered Eliot to climb on my back. His weight did not match with his image. At all. His heavy weight was painful but I was tolerant and tried to stay up for as long as possible. Eliot was motioning for Morgan to come forward so that she can try to jump up to the bars. With an indecisive look, she reluctantly climbed onto Eliot’s shoulders obviously skeptical of this plan.
She tried to jump up to the top and failed in the process only to push me down even further. I then tried to stand up, my knees buckling, while Eliot stood on MY shoulders and Morgan stood on Eliot’s shoulders. It was a difficult task and my legs were shaking with all the heavy weight, but I forced myself to look up and direct my attention to Morgan. Morgan jumped and caught on to the bars and started to dangle from the bars.
“Now what?” Asked Eliot.
“Well, now we pray to god she doesn’t slip.” I answered. Morgan who was trying to find any sort of way to remove the bars snapped her head to me and gave me a dirty look.
“Thank you Marshall. Because that was the most helpful thing at the moment.” She hissed sarcastically.
There was a sinister laugh, and the echo’s of the laugh filled the room. I looked at Eliot who was laughing so hard in his seat, tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He looked up at us, his piercing blue eyes no longer terrified, but now it was harsh and cold.
“Fools. I thought you might have had a chance, but clearly I’ve been mistaken. I’m clearly dealing with the children from eleven years ago.”
I pulled out my knife and prepared for thee worst. The one I thought to believe was Eliot, was in fact, the Riddler in disguise.
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Song this time is "Something Stupid" by Frank Sinatra
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Forest of Fear (On Hold)
Misterio / SuspensoMarshall, a young, 20 year old boy had his family mysteriously kidnapped by a man who wrote riddles. Now recently receiving another note after eleven years, Marshall is on a quest to find his family again and to defeat the man who writes riddles.
