Just a quick note, quotes in italics are someone on the phone. And I own no characters in this chapter except Lyssie.
Riley paced back and forth through the dining room, pressing cell phone so hard against his head his ear hurt. He'd looked everywhere in the apartment, tried calling Lyssie's cell phone, finding nothing. He'd finally given up and called the police. Now he was trying to call Ben, with no luck.
"Come on, answer the damn phone!" Riley commanded. Still no answer. He snapped the phone shut, slamming his fist on the table. He took a deep breath, trying to relax. What possibly could have happened?
The only possibility that made sense was that someone else had been there, and she'd been forced to leave. Riley didn't want to believe she'd been kidnapped, but there seemed to be no other choice. She always took her cell phone with her when she left the apartment.
Riley sighed, walking into the living room. He turned on the TV, hoping there might be something on the news. Just then the sound of Riley's ringtone filled the air. Riley sprang from the couch, snatching up the phone and flipping it open.
"Ben?"
"Riley, you called 5 times! Is something wrong?"
"I came home and Lyssie was missing."
"Did you try her cell?"
"She left it here. She never leaves without her cell phone, Ben. We have a bit of a problem here!"
Just then Riley looked of at the TV, barely hearing the reporter.
"In other news, Mr. Ian Howe, known for being the leader of the team that opposed Benjamin Gates and his fellow treasure hunters, has escaped from a federal prison after stabbing a guard…"
Riley's eyes grew wide and fearful.
"Scratch that Ben. We have a big problem."
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Lyssie woke up, her head throbbing. She tried to open her eyes, only to realize that her eyes were covered. She could feel a gag in her mouth, and her hands were tied. She tried screaming, but it only came out as a muffled screech because of the gag. Then she heard footsteps, and the blindfold covering her eyes and the gag were violently ripped off. The room she was in was completely black, but the person who'd ripped off her blindfold turned on a bright light. She squeezed her eyes shut, reopening them slowly. She was in a bedroom, lying on a bed. She sat up.
"Enjoy your nap?" Ian Howe asked, his faintly accented voice sickeningly sweet.
"Enjoy your two years in prison?" Lyssie countered angrily.
"It's your smart mouth I haven't forgotten after all this time." He came over, sitting on the bed beside her. She moved away.
"What do you want?" Lyssie asked with a glare. She felt a small twinge of fear as he laughed.
"What do think I'd want after being trapped in federal prison for 2 years, Miss Matthews? I want to get my revenge." Ian's smile quickly faded into a serious expression. "And I'm using you to get it."
"Why me? I was just a tagalong. Wouldn't the others be more important to you?" Lyssie asked.
"I can have so much more fun with you." Ian smirked. He pushed her down onto the bed so she was lying down again. "Now if you'll excuse me, Miss Matthews, I have a phone call to make."
He walked out of the room, turning the lights off and slamming the door, leaving Lyssie trapped in blackness.
Sorry, it's kind of short. The next chapter should be longer. Please review!