Disclaimer Still the penniless teenager I was last chapter, therefore, I'm still the National Treasure-less, sad girl I was the preceding chapter also...:sighs:.
A/N Sorry, for the wait. Thank you very much for all of the reviews, ideas, critique, etc. It has all been most appreciated and still welcomed. Here is the fourth chappie! Enjoy!
Abigail Chase was irritated.
"You were snooping in our room!" Riley had only gotten through the first part of his story before Abi had an outburst. Riley sighed through the ceiling he was still stuck in.
"Abi, that's beside the point," Ben said calmly. "Riley, please continue."
"Thank you," Riley replied. "So, I went into your library room and I was looking through some of those old books-"
"You touched my books!" Abi said infuriately.
"Abi," Ben warned.
"As I was saying," Riley continued a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I was looking through the books and this strange book caught my eye."
He paused to cough some dust up.
"It was entitled 'The Gypsy and Her Sacred Muffin'. Who wouldn't be interested?"
"Then what?" Abi urged.
"I pulled it out," Riley continued. "And this passage open a few feet off. Now, I won't tell you the rest until you come up here, it's sinister and dirty up here and I really want out, now!"
"Okay, okay, we'll go check it out," Ben said.
Riley heard some noises below of Abi and Ben leaving. He yearned for the moment they came, but for now, he would just have to wait.
"So he said it was the Gypsy and Her Muffin?" Abi asked, searching quickly through the many shelves of books. "Is that one of yours?"
"No," Ben replied, doing the same as she. "Oh, hey, I think I found it!" He called across the room to his wife. Abi came running over and started examining the hard cover.
"Yes, that's the one," She pulled the book and almost instantly a rumble was heard not too far off. They walked quickly over to through the rows of books and found the rectangular gap.
"Let's hurry," Ben said urgently. "Riley must be pretty nervous."
Ben was right, Riley was very nervous. The longer he stayed in this tunnel thing, the tenser he got. In fact, when he heard the growl of the passage above, he nearly had broke his leg from falling off the desk he was sitting on. He got up from the dusty ground, once again, and jogged over to the stairs he had entered from.
"Ben, Abi, is that you?" He was just making sure.
"No it's the ghost of Benjamin Franklin," the sarcastic voice of Ben met his ears. "Who else would be trying to save you from this dusty passage?"
"Er," was the only answer Riley came up with before he walked down the stairs and hugged them both. Ben and Abi awkwardly patted Riley on his dusty back while he savored the hug of his rescuers.
"Um, could you please, stop now," Abi said uncomfortably. "You're kind of filthy, and I think we better leave before the passage-"
The familiar rumble sounded again. Riley tried to run for it but ironically tripped over the same wooden thing again. The echo of stone against stone met his ears again. Darn it!
Ben walked over to the young man and helped him of the dusty ground. Riley didn't even try to pat himself again; he knew it would be no use. So he just kicked the wooden thing ten times instead.
"Are there any other exits in this room?" Abi asked an alarmed look on her face.
"If there were," Riley said frowning. "Do you really think I would have hugged you?"
"There has to be a way out," Ben said confidently. "I'll find something."
Great, his only hopes of rescue were trapped in the same dumb trap he was in. Crap.
A/N Man, another short one! I need more ideas, people. (Creative one preferred!) Well, I hope you like this chapter, if you did review please and/or tell others.