Loving the Insane (Moriarty Fanfic)

Cold-Hearted Tiger

Chapter Twenty

Cold-Hearted Tiger

Jim's P.O.V.

"Don't you see!? Sebastian's been having her do his dirty work to keep us on a wild goose chase while he makes her suffer!" Sherlock widened his eyes with rage.

"Okay, but now that we know that, how's that supposed to help us get to Carter?" I asked reasonably.

"I don't know," he sighed angrily.

John handed Sherlock a cup of coffee as he sipped on one of his own. Sherlock ignored it, rushing off into the kitchen. "I remembered to put two sugars in it this time!" John argued annoyingly.

"I'm not getting sugar!" Sherlock shouted back.

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm asking Martin if he has any ideas where Carter is."

"Who's Martin?"

"You know that disembodied head in our fridge?"

"Oh god...."

"Well his name used to be Martin."

"Terrific," John shook his head disappointedly.

'Disembodied head.....' I thought to myself. 'Cool....'

The sound of glass fracturing brought my attention to the chipped teacup that had fallen from John's shaking hands. "Sherlock," he muttered, his voice shaking violently.

"What?" Sherlock raced back into the room, slowing down when he saw John's expression.

John wearily raised his pointer finger towards the direction of the Telly. Following his finger, I came upon the horror-stricken image on the screen. The screen was a blur of black and white dots, but you could tell it was a live, camera-recorded video. In the center, a girl was tied up to a chair with rope, a bright light beating down on her.

"Carter," Sherlock confirmed in a barely audible whisper.

Her long, wavy black hair was dirty and greasy, hanging down the length of her back. She was still wearing the same clothes she left in. Her skinny, black jeans we ripped at the knees and scuffed and faded at the bottom.

Her white tank was stretched out around the neck and waist, so brownly speckled you could barely tell it was ever white. Her black sneakers with bright, neon pink stripes were ruined, the rubber role on the bottom breaking off. Her skin had lost its once beautiful glow and was now pink with rashes.

Her eyes were barely visible through the dirt floating carelessly through the air, but they still held their Hazel sparkle. I was glad to know she still had a bit of hope to live off of. When I looked closer, I could see a tear falling from the corner of her eye. She batted her eyelashes, letting the tear fall down her cheek and drip down into her lap.

Sebastian's sickening laugh sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't show it. I forced myself to painfully keep my gaze centered at the screen. "We're rolling my dear, say what you please," you could here Sebastian smiling through his words.

"Help!" Her voice was quiet as she cried out the words.

It didn't take long for her to crack, however. "Please! Somebody help!" She screamed explosively.

The camera shook for a moment as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Please, someone save me!" She sniffled while trying to breathe repetitively. "I'm at St. Bartholomew's.......the back......" The recording letting me only hear fragments of sentences. "Help......pain......now.....save me!!" Her voice sank with her spirit as she ducked her head down unconfidently.