Cracked Chapter 2
Barnabas' eyes opened and he peered into a black sea of darkness and seemed very congested, a feeling that he was all too familiar with. His mind raced as he became aware of his situation, remembering all that he could. What happened? When did he get locked up? Then he realized, to his surprise, that he was not chained.
Out of curiosity he reached out his arm and pushed on the wooden door. It opened. Barnabas breathed in the fresh air not having yet open his eyes, not really caring where he was but instead being very relieved he wouldn't be in there for decades to come.
He stood up and looked to his surroundings. He believed that he was in a house, most likely a basement given there were no windows. To his left he saw a staircase leading up to a close door, he was definitely in a basement. But something felt all too familiar though. The white geometric furniture and what he believed to be strange, colourful decorations. He looked around until he came upon a portrait of Angelique. Or as the townspeople knew her, "Angie".
Wonderful, he thought to himself. I'm in Angelique's basement. For a moment he just stood there trying to remember how he got in his coffin again, or why he was in Angelique's house. But there really wasn't any other option but to go upstairs. So he stepped up the polished marble staircase to the door which he didn't necessarily know how to open, there was no handle. But he quickly remembered that she had no need for them. So he pushed on the wood of the door with his long fingers and stepped out into the main level of her home.
Well she certainly isn't lacking money, he thought as he took it all in. Straight in front of him was a large entryway lit with a crystal chandelier and marble tile covered the floor. To his right there was a large, white staircase that lead to an upper level. Beyond the entryway was what he believed to be a parlor and a dining room beyond that. It was night and the shades were pulled down.
He heard a voice from upstairs pronounce, "Great. But if they start getting any idea's about rebuilding there damn company, tell me as soon as you hear it". It was Angelique's voice. He felt insecure wondering who she was conversing, but there was no further interactions. He stood there for a while waiting the person to come down from the upstairs, but the person never came. He assumed it was some strange modern device.