The Angel Chain

The Angel Chain-PART ONE

Hey guys, I just wanted to say that this is the first story I have posted on Wattpad, and I tryed really hard on this (proofreading and all), so if you find any mistakes, whatever those may be, please don't hestitate to tell me and I'll fix it as soon as possible. Thanks! Please comment!

》》》rishika_anne

CHAPTER ONE

Once, about thirty years ago, a nice but seriously-lacking-social-life lady by the name of Madison Packard made her life in the heart of the busy city of Houston, Texas. Madison was a secretary of the main publisher of the People's Magazine, at that time a widely popular booklet that informed the people of the current "celeb news" as many would have put it.

Now, Madison, although quite a down-to-earth, ordinary, humble, and even, to most by appearance, "boring". She had one secret though: she was part of the biggest nation-wide fan club of Benedict Cumberbatch across America! In fact, Madison was involved in almost EVERYTHING directly (or even indirectly) having to do with Benedict Cumberbatch - from writing fan-fiction (on every possible website, believe me), to joining fan clubs, to just fan-girling over him every night, you name it, she's done it!

So one early morning on her way to work, she decided to get some coffee to help her stay awake, since she had slept later than usual the night before due to some work complications. She detoured her route, trying to find a Starbucks, but the closest one was 7 miles away! "There's abosolutely no way I'm going to backtrack AND detour 7 miles for a freaking cup of coffee!" she thought to herself as she solemnly trudged onward in search of a new coffee stop. After about 15 more minutes of grudging-walking, Madison finally found a run-down coffee shop stall put a little off of all the regular, busy businesses alongside the main road. "Eh, what the hell," she said as she opened the door. But just as she opened the door wonderful smells wafted to her nose...and a certain wonderful sight.

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Benedict Cumberbatch strode confidently across the store, approaching the door. As he came nearer, his long arm swept in a wide arc (so big Madison had to resist the urge to duck, although it did snap her out of her daze), making contact with the door handel, then yanking it open to allow Madison further access into the coffee shop. Still in somewhat of what felt like a dream, she hazily said "Thank you, sir," to Benedict as she stumbled into the store.

CHAPTER TWO

"So, uh, would you mind me sitting with you?" Benedict asked before cautiously pulling up a chair to sit next to what he thought was a very pretty lady.

"OF COURSE!!!!" Madison immediately replied, a little too eagerly than she meant it. Then, seeing that that made Benedict jump, she hastily tryed to cover it up: "I-I m-mean, uh, sure, no, I mean yes! Er..."

"Hahaha" Benedict laughed, (which was one Madison found she could listen to all day). "I'll take that as a yes!"

"Good, because I was hoping it to come out a little different than what I spoke," Madison laughed along with him. Just then the waiter came along by their table, and, realizing that no one had prompted them yet over what they wanted, decided to do it himself. Pen and paper at the ready, he asked: "And what shall you and the fine lady like to have at The Coffee Cup and Creameries today?" , looking at Benedict then Madison each in turn.

"Ummm, I think I'll have a skinny black and..." Madison trailed off, looking at Benedict.

"And I'll have cappucino, cut the cream though, please, and 2 lemon pound cakes!" Benedict finished Madison's sentence quickly.

"Fufeeeww, thank you for saving me from that," Madison said, fiddling with her angel chain. Then all of a sudden, Benedict's facial expression darkened.

" What?" Madison inquired.

"Shut up. I will ask the questions here from now own."

And with that, a strong pair of arms wrapped around Madison's waist, followed by pitch-darkness.

CHAPTER THREE

Madison woke up with a splitting head-ache and a soreness that she could not even begin to describe on the left side of her body. Sitting up, she took in her unfamiliar and quite unsettling surroundings. She was in a small 13×14 rectangular room, with walls that were painted a dark blue. There was no windows, and aside from the day-bed she was sitting on, the room was bare of all furnishings.

"Where the heck am I?!" she murmured to herself.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," a deep voice spoke from one of the far reaches of the room. Coming out of the dark corner and into the light, Madison could see the speaker of the voice clearly. Dark brown, shoulder-length hair framed his angular face, defining the masculinity as part of his build. Her eyes traveling down his body, she noticed through his tight black, V-neck t-shirt that he had what looked to be a rock-solid chest, with a strong eight pack to finish off the "you don't wanna mess with me kind of look". He was wearing dark jeans and over his t-shirt wore an army-camo type jacket. Around his neck hung a necklace with a cross pendant attached to it.

"You're probably wondering why you're here in the first place, though, am I right?" a deep gravelly voice spoke out, cutting through Madison's scan of the mysterious man and shaking her out of her thoughts.

"Y-yes, sir" Madison stuttered out. She immediately scolded herself for 1) why did she call him "sir", as he lookd to be no older than her 2) why did she stutter, she couldnt show her fear! 3) why did she reply to him in the first place and 4)instead of giving him a full-on respectful response, she should have began demanding answers as to why she was being held captive here.

Just as the man opened his mouth to reply, the heavy wooden door to the bare bedroom swung open wide crashing into the wall and making a huge dent in it, and in came Mr. Benedict Cumberbatch, looking angry as ever, holding a knife.