Hey guys… I feel like a broken record, but heyy… finally the action begins…

Uhm… If you haven't read my story There and Back… you would probably don't understand this chapter… okay… well… I'm exaggerating… you would just have to read the chapters about Riley's Past…

Anyway… enjoy and review please.

Golden-Heart, Wow… uhm… thanks :D that's so nice… Okay… sorry for the delay… I hope you haven't lost your mind and are still hooked up with me… :D .. Okay… well I wouldn't say that Ben and Riley are safe.

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11. Chapter (I liked the story?)

Ben's Perspective

Riley was sitting beside me. I was behind the wheel and drummed a rhythm on it. I was just as nervous as he was. Riley was hugging himself, to hide the trembling of his hands, I guessed.

"Riley, we should really call the police. We could have informed Sadusky." I tried to convince him.

He shook his head. "It's way too dangerous. Something could happen to you. I don't want to risk it." I shook my head to myself. How would I react?

As we got closer to the meeting point, the more frightened he became. Anything could happen.

After I parked the car we exchanged looks. I tried to transmit some power through my gaze, but any reassurance on his face vanished when he saw a very old silver car in empty parking lot. "Ben, the license plate is from New York." He was breathing so heavily that I was scared he would faint.

The voice on the phone. Finally, I knew whose it was.

"Ben! It's Mr. Grass." Riley stammered at the same moment I realized.

"I know." I hissed and got out of the car. I went to passenger side and opened the door for Riley, sending a death glare at the silver car. Riley got out also, but I felt frightened stare.

We walked to the other car; I made sure to be a bit in front of Riley, only to be prepared.

"Ah, Riley, you grew up." An old man with grey hair and shabby clothes came up to us with a bright smile on his face. I stretched an arm out in front of Riley, as if I would shield him from this devil. "And Mr. Gates, you've aged immensely."

"Same to you." I responded dryly.

"Nice." He faked a laugh and then looked at Riley. "So… hand over the treasure map. Now." He ordered.

"I don't have one." I looked at Riley, he was facing the ground. In all these years his fear of this man didn't vanish. I took again a step closer to him and immediately his hand was clenched around my T-shirt.

"You've mentioned the treasure in your book." The old man shouted. I felt Riley wince.

"Are you stupid or do you just act like it? How often do have we to tell you? WE DON'T HAVE ANY TREASURE MAPS." I shouted back, my blood was boiling and I felt only hate for this jerk.

"But you should have received it after you turned eighteen." Mr. Grass mused.

"What should he have received?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"The map. Is it so hard to understand?" He gave me a hostile glare.

"Why should he have a map?" I clenched my fists, not wanting a stupid answer again.

"It was part of his mothers' last will." He told us, like it was obvious. I felt the Riley's grip on my shirt tighten, and when I glanced at him he was looking into Mr. Grass' face.

"What do you know about my mom?" Riley sounded disgusted yet curious at the same time.

"More than you." Mr. Grass laughed joylessly. "I knew the whole time that she was killed by your father. I know about her past."

"About her past?" I locked eyes with Riley for a brief moment. There were so many questions in his bright blue eyes. He never found out anything about his parents life, especially not about his mother.

"Yes, her past. Why didn't you receive her will?" Mr. Grass' eyes wandered from Riley, to me, and back. "You're not bluffing, are you? You really have no idea about the will." Was this guy deaf? He infuriated me. I nodded, annoyed, and so did Riley.

"She wanted you to have her property, and the most valuable thing she owned, was a treasure map. I have been informed about the will. I had no other reasons to take you in at my orphanage." He gave Riley a scathing look.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked irritated.

"That means, dearest Mr. Gates, that if a boy is dying under my care, I am allowed to get his possessions. Most of the kids don't have anything special, because they are from poor families. But this one," He pointed at Riley, who was trembling under my hand I had on his shoulder, "Knows something about the great Nefertiti."

"The Egypt queen?" I asked and faked a dry laugh. This guy was insane.

"You don't even know that?." Mr. Grass shook his head. "I thought you did, it was in his book."

"I wrote about Area 51!." Riley countered desperately. But he shut up and took a step back, when his old attendant moved toward him. Now he was standing right in front of us.

"Do you know, why you wrote about her in your book? All the other subjects in your book are only about American treasures." Mr. Grass asked sharply.

"I liked the story?!" Riley made a try.

"Okay, here's simple question" Mr. Grass acted like he was talking to a young child. "When did you hear about it the first time?"

Riley thought about it. "I…I don't know… oh my gosh." His legs buckled, but I held him up. I recognized the hypnotized look on his face.

"Riley?" I asked gently, trying to direct his attention on the situation again.

"Bill told me about it, the janitor, in the orphanage when I was young." He looked at me.

"When I recognized that you were a silly known-all, I asked him to tell you about it," Mr. Grass sneered, "To get you interested in the story, in the hopes that if you don't die in the orphanage, you could at least help me find the treasure after you had received the map. Then Mr. Gates came along and I saw a great chance that you can find the treasure and I could just take it from you a couple of years later."

"And why are you here now? I turned eighteen over sixteen years ago. Have you forgotten about the treasure and the will, until? Amnesia, right? My condolences." Riley snapped and faked pity in his trembling voice.

"You still don't have any respect," Mr. Grass snarled. In a move that was too quick, Mr. Grass suddenly gave Riley a hard slap in his face. I shoved the old man away and stood in front of a heavily gasping boy, who was holding his cheek.

"Don't touch him again." I hissed, placing a hand on Riley's shoulder.

"That wasn't my problem, but I didn't know where you lived. Then I saw you on the news, and your book and I read it." Mr. Grass told him, ignoring me.

"But…" Now I sounded desperate. "Nefertiti's tomb has already been discovered."

"Haven't you read his book?" The attendant laughed cruelly.

Riley, who was standing behind me, hit his forehead against my shoulder, leaving his head in that position. I heard him groan loudly. That was the only answer Mr. Grass needed.

"It wasn't her tomb, it was the tomb of her sister, or daughter, I don't know. What was it, Riley?" He seemed to get pleasure out of Riley's mood.

"Sister." Riley answered into the fabric of my shirt.

"Whatever." Mr. Grass laughed again. "The treasure that's in Nefertiti's tomb is much bigger than any treasure."

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