Madeline

Madeline: Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

 [Jack's Point of View]

The room was cold and silent. I couldn't see anything as the room was pitch black. As I observed, the room was shaped into a circle. Vines broke through the stone walls, leaving some cracks here and there. The floor was made out stone, and had some paintings and patterns on it. Cold, creepy, and gloomy, that's what I would say if I were to describe the atmosphere of the room. 

Dry mouth, blurry eyes, and a dizzy head. I had just received my consciousness when suddenly, I began to panic. 

My hands were strapped into a human-size table made out of stone. It was tilted forty -five degrees, and my feet were also strapped. I studied the runes which were carved into the metals. The good news was that the straps weren't made out of acid metals. But the bad news, was that the straps were enchanted. If I tried to struggle against the straps, it would only grow stronger and tighter. 

I was so disappointed of myself. My friends were out there, trying to demolish the Eagle Board and free the innocents while I was being unhelpful here. Who knows? Madeline might be out there, struggling to fight the evil guys with Daniel while I was stuck here being strapped and miserable. Wow, such a heroic ending. I never even had the chance to think that I'd end up like this. 

Inhaling and exhaling calmly helped a lot. I managed to erase some of the not reassuring thoughts out of my head and produce more relaxing thoughts. The only thing I could do was pray that Madeline and Jack would be alright. That's the least I could do for now. 

Something caught my ears' attention. The sound of wind blowing away freely. Wait, no. Whispering. Yes, someone was whispering quietly. But what was it? It seemed to be some curse. Or maybe a deadly spell. Or worse, a forbidden spell. Whatever it was, the sound kept on getting louder, and louder as it approached.

Footsteps echoed through as the whispering continued. Sweat rolled over my neck as my heart thumped faster. If I were a girl, I'd seriously cry and shriek. But as a boy, doing that would be considered as weird.

A shadowy figure approached. He wore silver robes that covered his face, and body. I couldn't see either his hands or feet. Yet I could feel a haunting aura radiating through his body and piercing my soul. If it weren't for the straps, I'd probably start to summon some sumo wrestlers, because that'll be totally random, and he'll probably be shocked and all. But unfortunately, my hands are cuffed.

The whispering were now clear to my ears, and as I observed, the man was saying some... "She sells seashells by the seashore," tongue twisters?

 He shouted, "She sells seashells, by the she---ugh! I hate these stupid tongue twisters!" for a moment, he looked quite not intimidating, but then he stared at me. "Oh, I'm sorry for the interruptions. I was having some, uh, personal problems. My nephew has been insulting me since I haven't mastered those silly tongue twisters yet. Never mind. Let's just kill you off already." 

What? It's not like you can just walk into a random room and shout some random tongue twisters, and say something so... considerate, and uh, I don't know, 'polite' such as, 'let's just kill you off.' I'm thinking that this man has a problem with his attitude or something. We need to call Nanny 911, A.S.A.P. (wait, I'm supposed to not know anything about Earth TV Shows, and stuffs, so forget that I've just said Nanny 911)

The attitude-problem man began to unsheathe his knife. It was beautiful. I'm not kidding, it's a masterpiece. I'm guessing that the knife was made out of pure, silver metal. It had some runes written on one side of its blade, and a symbol on the other side of the blade. The handle was also made out silver metal, yet it had some fluffy, black thing to make the handle a bit more... fluffier. It had some gems attached to its handle. Was it emeralds, or rubies, or diamond, or was it topaz? Who cares, the point was that the knife was carefully made, and was one of the most flawless knife I've ever seen, besides the one my father gave me.