Secrets Too Great
By IceCreamGu—Bae Oh
Please excuse the typo, but it's in permanent ink. I assure you that this is my story, and that I am buying the rights for the 39 Clues book series from Scholastic, who stole the story from my family. "Don't listen to hi— " "Shut up you stupid girl." Please ignore the comments from the author— I mean captive.
Chapter 7
The Man in Black beckoned her forward. She obeyed—what else could she do? He was a Madrigal, and she was just…Vera. Just Vera. She scolded herself internally. How could you have been so stupid, Vera? Fiske never knew you. Fiske went missing when he was in college.
Meanwhile, the Madrigal held her hands firmly behind her, and guided her into a dark room. He said, "Ladies first," and then proceeded to firmly lock her in. He then left her to stare into the harsh dark. She, never one to cry or feel hopeless, started feeling around her shoe. Finding the opening, she grabbed the small, pencil-thin flashlight out of the secret compartment.
Vera flipped it on, exposing the dull gray room she resided in. There was apparently a door (upon which sat a tiny barred window), a brittle-looking wooden chair, and a table (which was affixed to the floor). In the corner, there was a darker, unmoving mass. She realized that this must be Fiske. The problem was that she couldn't tell if he was alive or not.
"He—hello? Fiske?" He moved around marginally and sat up.
"They found you? What dastardly crime do they accuse you of? How did you end up in this God-forsaken place? You look innocent enough. Wait! Have you heard of a woman named Grace Cahill? Do you know of her?"
Tears filled Vera's eyes. "I'm sorry…Grace died of cancer a few months ago. And they didn't accuse me of anything. I was being foolish and thought I could get into Madrigal files. They, predictably, caught me."
Fiske didn't try to disguise the tears falling silently from his face. "Who are you?"
"My name is Vera Cahill, and I am your niece."
There was a shocked silence. "Wha—how?"
"It's a long story, so get comfy. After you were kidnapped, Grace got married to Nathaniel Hartford and had three kids. All girls. Hope was first—she married a man named Arthur Trent and had two kids, Dan and Amy. Hope and Arthur died seven years ago in a fire at their home. I got the kids out, but the roof collapsed before I got to them.
Madeleine was the next. She was seven years younger than Hope, and my mom never told anyone about her—other than our immediate family, and later Arthur, Amy, and Dan, though I doubt they remember her. She somehow became a Madrigal, and told us secrets—clues, escape routes, people!—and they found out. She was killed when she was twenty three. And then there's me. I'm a year younger than Madeleine, or should I say I would be (if she was still alive). I was trained to know everything—I've now been in every stronghold in the world. I'm like…a good Madrigal, staying hidden in the shadows. As crazy as that sounds!"
Fiske was…in shock. He had three nieces, a nephew-in-law, one great-niece, and one great-nephew. And most of his family was dead. Vera added as an after thought, "Aunt Beatrice is as grouchy as ever. Though she doesn't know I exist…"
Fiske gasped. "Beatrice…yes she does! She's the leader of the Madrigals!"
Cliffy, people! And, yes, Bae Oh was plagiarizing at the beginning. I didn't wait for my usual eight reviews, but it was two and a half months, that was long enough. This story is not! over! They still have to…well, you'll just have to see. Thanks for all the support, and this time, give me the craziest, most random review you can imagine! Even if you don't have a Fanfiction account, you can submit a review! The most hilarious gets a shout out next chapter, and I will update in three weeks or ten reviews, whichever comes first! Until then, ~IceCreamGurl6455
