Hey guys. Thought I'd try my hand at National Treasure fics. It's a RileyOC fic, probably, and BenAbigail. Enjoy Hostage.
Hostage
By Pure Tranquillity
Riley Poole sat on the ground in a corner, shivering from the cold on the moist ground. Riley glanced at the opposite corner at a girl with her hands tied behind her. She was trembling from fright rather than the cold and damp concrete she was sitting on. Her shirt was ripped and dirt and blood encrusted. Every morning Riley would observe two of Ian's goons remove her from his presence for a good potion of the day. That day was an exception.
The two men had entered and had a small talk in front of the girl in hushed voices before leaving empty handed. Riley didn't know why she was gone most of the day, but every night she would return with a new mark on her skin. Riley felt sorry for her, but was too weak to crawl over and talk to her. One day she returned and the man forgot to tie her wrists together again. Her blue eyes were filled with sorrow as Riley slowly crawled across the room towards the quiet girl and she looked up at Riley.
"Hello," Riley wheezed out hoarsely. "What's you're name?" He asked, her voice cracking from the lack of water.
"Jordan." The girl said softly. "You're Mr. Riley Poole," She told him. Riley nodded and she smiled weakly at him. "Do you know where we are?" She asked him cautiously.
"No." Riley admitted. A small smile crept onto her face and she looked at him.
"A way of broad daylight beneath the Earth, inside you'll find the past you despise." She told him, leaving him to ponder the clue. His head shot up and he looked at her with startled eyes.
"Not the Trinity Church!" He spoke surprised. "Ben wouldn't look for me here," He said to himself and she passed him a cell-phone. "Where'd you get that?"
"From my brother, now do you want it or not?" She asked impatiently and Riley snatched it out of her hand and texted Ben the clue, passing it back. "I'm sorry, Mr. Poole." She told him as her eyes slipped shut over the deep blue irises.
"Jordan!" Riley shook her limp body and felt at her wrist for a weak pulse. He found it and let out a sigh of relief. Jordan was going to be okay. He crawled back to his corner and watched her as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Riley would call questions to her to distract her from the pain she felt, and she would answer them briefly, before sitting in pain and fainting again. Before the night was over Riley had acquired lots of knowledge about her. She was fifteen and in grade ten. Jordan knew three languages, German, English, and Japanese. She knew the basics of Chinese and Arabic. She wanted to be a translator. Riley looked at her in pity and broke his bread in half when it came, giving her half and eating half of it himself. It had been three days since Riley texted Ben when the door burst open and an excited voice shouted, "Riley!"
Ben stood there and raced in to help his friend to his feet. "Jordan," Riley told Ben weakly and Abigail went to untie Jordan's tight bonds the man had slipped her wrists into the night before. "She okay?" He asked and Abigail nodded, lifting the sleeping form from the ground and Ben helping Riley out and onto the rickety elevator. "What about Ian and his friends?" Riley asked.
"We called the police when we got you're message and they came and arrested him. We came to get you because they couldn't find you." Ben explained as Riley squinted at the sun.
"Ben, she's awake," Abigail told her fiancé as Jordan began to squirm. Abigail put her down and Riley asked the question that had been bothering him since her heard her faint British accent.
"What's you're last name, Jordan?"
What happened? I'm sure you all know the answer, but If you guess correctly and first and put in a name you like in you're review. I will only accept review nominations. If you put a name in a review, there will be a surprise for you in the next chapter. There will be a few of these throughout the story, but get you're guess in!