To murder or to escape (2) DRAFT

Chapter 5

Maddys POV

I felt sick as I sat up. The chains that held my ankle bit into me. Looking around I found I was in a small empty cell. I was alone. Deathly alone. I couldn't see anything outside the cell as the cell was not made of bars but of walls. It was like a small room built to torture. There was not much light in the room so it had to be either late afternoon or early morning. It couldn't have mattered. This was where I was going to die.

For the first time in a long time, I began to cry. I was not someone to break down easily but all the emotion swept over me and I just sat their hugging my knees crying.

My crying was interrupted by the sound of a lock being unlocked. The door swung open creaking horribly revealing a pale Amy holding a tray with a bowl and glass. She walked over and put the tray in front of me and sat down. She smiled faintly at me, gesturing to the steaming bowl filled with noodles. I nodded and real eased my knees. I picked the bowl up and a bent fork and began to eat the small serving id been lucky to have.

"Is there anyway to get your ability to talk back?" I asked my mouth stuffed with noodles. Amy nodded slowly. She pointed to the metal chains binding my ankle.

"Metal?" she nodded. I hoped she would get to be able to talk again. I had questions.

"So, what do the clues lead to? why does Gary want them?" I asked taking a sip of the glass of what I assumed was water. Amy smiled and took out a notebook. She flicked through a few pages and handed it to me. I read aloud what Amy had written.

"I figured either you or Jaz would ask about the situation so I decided to write it down so you could read the story of what and why Gary needs the clues.

The clues were written years ago in I think around 1953. No one really payed attention to them until my father discovered the first clue. He found quite a few of them. The only thing is my mother didn't like the idea. My father risked his life for the clues and my mother was worried. She also didn't believe that the clues were helping. Only tearing them apart. At the time I was twelve and Gary was seventeen. He believed that father was a genius while mother and I thought he was crazy. He murdered her for her 'non belief' in his plan. As far as he knew, I thought mum died in a car crash. But mum told me everything and warned me not to show I knew. She also warned me to stop Gary from ever continuing this if he decides to or help father." I stopped reading for a while and just stared at Amy.

"What the hell is wrong with your family?" I asked her. Amy shrugged. She rolled her eyes and nodded. I smiled and continued reading.

"You're wondering what do the clues lead to. Well according to the story of why the clues were written was to see who would risk their life for the declaration. The declaration is a declaration that can basically put one person in charge of the world. I don't know what it says and no one does. But they say that if you show it to each world leader, they will either resign or declare war. Gary has his hopes on being ruler of the world and destroying everyone who stands in his way." I handed the notebook back to Amy. I looked at her.

"What the hell? is he actually going to?" I demanded. Amy nodded. My eyes widened in shock.

"What do we do?" I asked Amy looking at her suspiciously. Amy shrugged and got up grabbing the tray, empty glass and bowl and her notebook. She walked out not making eye contact again.

"Amy wait!" I yelled out. She turned back, almost out the door.

"Jaz." I said. She nodded understanding and kept walking out. I stood up and walked around as much as the chain would allow thinking.

"How are we going to stop him?" I asked myself continuing to pace around the room.