Disclaimer: Nope, the brilliant minds at "whatever their name is" made the hit movie National Treasure. Riley rules!
A/N: Well, this chapter is dedicated to all those who reviewed last. Thank you and have a nice day.
Riley Poole was giddy.
Riley stepped carefully towards the passage, straining his eyes to see further. Once he was inside the passage, the light didn't get any brighter. He walked even further into the room, but still didn't find one of those torch holders.
The longer Riley looked the more discouraged he got. He was about to walk even further down this eternal tunnel when he heard the weird rumbling of his entrance. Oh no, the passage must be closing!
Riley sprinted toward the opening, but he tripped over something that felt like wood along the way. When he hit the floor, he heard the sound of stone against stone not to far off. Crap, his only way out was gone. Subsequently, about twenty or thirty candles sprang to life on the sides of the hallway.
Riley stared at the lights in awe and irritation. He got up from the dusty floor and patted his clothes off. He started to walk around the now-lit chamber when he found a chain. Well, the chain found him… in the face.
Riley rubbed the throbbing from the chain out of his face while he stared at the chain in bewilderment. He trailed his eyes on the filthy chain to a dusty roof. Riley was ecstatic, he tugged at the chain several times when a batch of dust fell on his face. He began a two-minute long coughing fit, note that it was never a good idea for a geek to go into an old, spooky passage first. Riley sat up hyperventilating, patting his dusty clothes off once again.
When Riley finished up all those actions, he lifted his eyes to where the chain used to be. In its place, there was a small, aged stairway. Riley stood up and pushed on the wooden steps of the stairway. They seemed steady enough. He cautiously stepped one foot on each step. When he got to the top he let out the breath of air he'd forgotten he was holding.
Riley looked around in amazement, but it was quickly taken back when he realized what he was staring at. The room was well-lit by the candles, but in the room there were a lot of things that looked something like rubbish. Crumpled up papers here and there, old cans, and rotting food in corners. Not only was Riley's finding bad, but the odor in the place did not get any better.
Riley waved at some of the cobwebs as he tried to make his way further into the room. He tripped, once again, on something hard. Riley looked back at the square shaped thing under a sheet. He jerked the dusty sheet off the item, sending a swarm of dust in the air. Coughing, he waved at the dust until he could see clearly. There was a beaten, old desk with about two or three big books on the surface of it. Riley checked the titles, he wasn't sure what any of them were exactly, but they looked noteworthy.
Riley noticed the two drawers on the side. He pulled one out but, apparently, there was no good drawer stoppers back then, so it ended up falling on his foot. Riley yelped and caught his foot. He mumbled many curses before continuing his investigation. He found many different things, a cool pen and many more papers with junk written on them. Riley placed these things in his pocket and started for the next drawer.
He gently pulled out the drawer, with his last experience in mind. Once he'd carefully put it in place, he started digging through the stuff. Most of it was more rubbish, but he finally came across the "ancienty" thing he'd been looking for, a fine-looking, silver watch. On the face of it was an impressive looking design.
"Oh yes, I've found something!" Riley cried. Hearing his voice echoing in the emptiness of the room made him blush. Riley didn't like sounding crazy, believe me, yelling out into nothingness was a ten on the Riley's crazy-ometer. And anyways, craziness was more Ben's forte. He quietly put the watch into his pocket.
Riley spent about an hour longer looking for anything more. He stopped when he heard his stomach growling, he sat down for a moment and felt through his pockets for anything edible.
When he pulled his hands out, he came up with nothing but Fireball wrappers. Mmmm, he thought blissfully, he loved Fireball candies… Ugh, thinking about them only made him hungrier.
Riley was starting to get uneasy, he had been in this room for several hours, and it wasn't getting any easier breathing. The odor was really starting to get to him, and the dust was irritating his eyes. How was he supposed to leave when his only way out had already closed?
A/N Once again, I have made a fiction-fact about Riley. I don't know if he likes fireballs, but he looks like he would like them, right? I dunno. Well, thank you so much for my first review from the following people:
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