Hi, this is my first DP Multi-chapters story. I hope you take it easy on me. The character's will be a little OOC, but it will all be explained later.

I will be updating at least once every two weeks or so.

Now, that that's out of the way, on with the story.

The first thing she heard was the sound of dripping.

Drip

Drop

Drip

Drop

Softly, small drops of water hit the stone ground.

'Where am I?'

As more time passed she started to regain her senses. Immediately she was hit by the smell of blood a smell she became used to after her son's death-

'No, I can't think of that now.'

'What happened?' She thought as she tried to stand up only to be stopped by the chains attached to her wrists and ankles.

*Groan* she heard the soft sound in the dead silent of the room.

"Jack...?" She asked in hoarse voice fearing whoever put them there was around to hear her.

"Maddie? Is that you?" Said Jack in an equally hoarse, weak voice, if not for a different reason.

She can still remember the smell of burnt flesh, the sound of the bloody ears-shattering screams and the feeling of the deadly heat as electricity coursing through hers and her husband's bodies.

They might have both been tortured but for some reason, her husband got the worst out of the two.

"Jack, how are we getting out of here?" She asked in a hushed voice.

But before the giant, bound ghost hunter could answer a familiar, yet oddly cold voice said

"You aren't"

So what do you think? Like it, hate it?