the game is on

introduction/ chapter 1

My eyes shot open. I immediately felt a rush of pain surge through my body. I groaned. I immediately noticed I was gagged and tied to a chair. My head is aching. My eyes darted around the room and I quickly scanned my area. The room was dark and cold, I appeared to be in a basement. I could barely see anything. Great I thought. Just then a bright industrial light flicked on and stung my eyes. Once they adjusted I looked over at the tall dark figure standing over me. Ugh I think, just then I feel the cold metal of a gun barrel press against my temple. What the fuck is taking them so long.

"You're going to tell us everything we need to know about Sherlock Holmes, or we will put a bullet in your head." the man spits at me with his heavy Russian accent. As he takes the gag out I my mouth.

"Ugh , why do I have to do everything myself." I say as I roll my eyes. The man looked at me confused.

I thrusted myself forward planting my feet firmly on the ground, I stood up and fell to the ground hard, breaking the chair. With my hands still being restrained I grabbed the man's wrist and pushed the gun off my head just as he shot it. I spin around and nail the guy right in his nose, breaking it. Just then his henchmen appeared. I sprinted towards them jumping and kicking one guy in the chin, knocking him off balance. Suddenly the man with the broken nose came up behind me and put me in a choke hold.

"You're not gonna get away that easy." He says in my ear.

I struggle to get out as his hold tightens. Just when I think I'm trapped. The two henchmen go down and standing behind them are Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. I'm immediately relieved, I end up head-butting the man that put me in a hold, spinning around to knock him unconscious with one good punch.

"Always having to save you. You really should be more careful." Sherlock says with a cocky tone.

"I had it under control." I grumble.

John walks over to free my hands from the restraints.

"What the hell took you guys so long. Technically I almost died saving your ass Sherlock." I spit at them

"I thought you said you had it under control." Sherlock says with a smirk.

I hear John let out a little chuckle.

"Assholes." I say with a little chuckle as I rub my bruised wrists