P.S.S If stuff is incorrect, just know I'm still reading the first one, done with the second, and haven't started the third.

Behold! Chapter One!

P.S: Unlike Dan Brown, I don't know s#(% about secret societies. So, I made this up. Let's not get the Catholic Church to ban this book. ;D

Prolouge

Robert Langdon walked around the Louvre. Silently but swiftly, he walked over to that painting. He sighed heavily and smiled. This was the piece that changed his life forever. As the Mona Lisa smiled mysteriously back at him, he began to remember everything he had learned about the Church. He thought of Illuminati, but this time, he began to chuckle. "Oh Zoey. It's Eei-lum-in-a-ti, not eye-lumi-a-teeeeeee!"

Shame that that would be the last thing he ever said.

Chapter 1

Zoey Langdon stretched as far as she could as "Nyan Cat," blasted from her alarm clock. Seriously, she thought. Okay. A poptart cat is cute at first, but not exactly what you want to wake up to in the morning. She began to get up, but, she ended up down again with a thud.

"MOM. WHY IS MY GUARD BAG HERE?" Looking behind her, Zoey noticed that her three-foot long guard bag was spread parallel to her bed. Of course she'd trip over it while getting up!

"Well, if you didn't put it in the middle of the living room, I wouldn't have to put it there!" Zoey gasped. Her mother threatened to teach her a lesson if she didn't move her equipment, but she didn't think she had the mental capacity to do something like this! "How do you like me now?"

"Yes Mom. Oh my gosh. I love you for doing that at SIX IN THE MORNING."

Her mom laughed. Grumpily, Zoey trudged over to the bathroom, where she got ready for school. She put on a pair of blue jeggings, straightened her thick, black hair and side bangs, and threw on a form-fitting Aeropostale t-shirt. To match, she put on a necklace her uncle gave to her. Zoey looked at her reflection and sighed. Her uncle and she were close, but she hadn't seen him in months. He claimed to be leaving on business, but she knew that in reality, he probably had found some Mayan symbol to stare at. Despite her thoughts, she smiled when she looked at the pendant. A heart. The universal symbol of affection and love. Zoey knew that wherever her uncle was, he still loved her.

"Zoey! You're going to miss your bus!" Never judge Sophie Nueveu, she thought. She's the one who is taking care of you. As Zoey rushed downstairs, she stopped. She heard her mom talking frantically and crying into the phone. She ran to her mother, who hung up the phone and grabbed her coat. "Zoey, screw school," she mumbled through her hysterical tears, "Robert's been murdered!"

Zoey felt numb, as if a rock just smashed against her. She silently picked up her coat and followed her mom. Instead of spending the day learning about the physiology of a cat, she was going to the Louvre.