Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Gone

When Sherlock awoke, he wasn't in his flat. He was in a basement, bound and gagged. It was dark, cold, and Moist. When he tried to move, he found he couldn't, and began to worry a bit. Though nobody knew, Sherlock had been in this situation before- When he was young, the school bully would beat him up, and lock his unconscious body in the locker. Most of the time nobody found out, because he would stay quiet in fear. About half way through the year, Sherlock had underestimated the Bully's strength, and gave up. When he came to class, he had a big bruise, and his mouth was covered in blood. He sat down, and acted as if nothing had happened. The teacher insisted he go to the nurse, even though Sherlock did not want that. After the nurse told him he'd need to go home for the day, Mycroft met him in the hall. "Let's Go Home, and you can tell me what happened." His voice indicated he wouldn't take no for an answer, so he reluctantly agreed. Only two weeks after, Carl, drowned. Sherlock felt personally responsible. After then, Sherlock decided he didn't particularly care for "feeling sharing". He slowly closed himself off from the world. And now, he felt as if it was the world, haunting him. He attempted to call out, but nothing came out. He eventually concluded that he'd been drugged. As he lie there in slight fear, he saw a figure come down the stairs with creaking noises following. He gave up trying to escape, because he knew struggling would show fear. When a face finally showed, Sherlock knew he'd been wrong about Luke all along. He came down, slower than normal, probably to establish fear. Sherlock wasn't afraid of Luke, he was afraid of what he'd do. Still unable to move, Luke came down and started humming. As he hummed a familiar tune, he yanked Sherlock's limp body up into a cold metal chair, tied his arms and ankles, and shone a light onto his body. Only at this moment, Sherlock noticed his clothing was torn. He squinted at the light, but quickly regained his feeling. He sat up as straight as he could, and attempted to look him in the eyes. Luke looked all too happy to have Sherlock in his care. Sherlock was still very cold, and he could feel the wind coming through the tears in his shirt. When Sherlock struggled to get a word out, Luke stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh yeah." he said, with a certain spring in his voice. "Your probably wondering how you got here, and why you can hardly move or speak..." Sherlock grunted, and eventually slumped in exhaustion. "Yeah that wasn't  exactly an antidote- though it did rid of the poisons toxins, when mixed, the chemical compound forms an ether like mixture putting you to sleep for at least seven hours. And that's how you got here." If Sherlock could have said anything, he would have been able to tell Luke exactly what he'd said- but now he just looked like a poisoned idiot. "I'm gonna need some more information, and not just through you. Through your brother as well. I mean, i'm a nice guy, so i wont kidnap him, but I'll make him wish he had been." Sherlock cleared his throat and said "I wasn't able to get any information from him, please just let me break in, watch him or something." Luke stopped messing with the laptop in front of him. "Oh you'll do that anyway- this is just to get me the top secret information." he continued to type on the computer, smiling a little. He'd just hacked into Mycroft's  personal phone's camera, as well as Lestrade's. He sat the computer on the floor, and wheeled a small side table over. he picked up the computer again, and sat it down. When the two men picked up the phone, Luke turned it toward him. "Why hello there! You know, before I get into all this messy persuasion, I'm gonna ask nicely. Please- Give me full access to the S.U.S."  Mycroft moved a little closer to the camera and said with a stern, persistent answer, "No, Luke." Luke's soft eyes turned back into hard, unforgiving ones yet again. "Fine then, you'll just have to watch this." he turned the computer's camera back onto Sherlock, and pulled out his knife. "Sherlock bloody heck man." said Lestrade. Sherlock looked up directly into the camera, and shame flew over his face. Mycroft's eyes became moist and he leaned in a little closer. "Sherlock, We'll get you out of there. Where are you?"

 "That's enough good sir. He can't speak too well anyway." Luke interrupted. "I'm not like the horror movies. I don't have a big fancy man purse with knives meant for torture. I've just got the one." he wiped the knife's blade on his pant leg, and walked over to Sherlock. "You have one more chance. Give Me Full Access To The S.U.S." Mycroft looked worried, and hesitated to answer. though he considered giving in, Lestrade spoke first and said "NO LUKE." Mycroft considered giving him fake information, though he wasn't sure it would work. Luke's ever growing fury showed in the slices he left in Sherlock's skin. After a while, Sherlock yawned and looked at Luke straight in the eyes. "Have you even seen my chest?" Mycroft sat back in his chair, and wondered what Sherlock was speaking of. "No I have Not. Let's have a look, shall we?" he used his knife and hands to rip the purple shirt off of Sherlock's ever growing chilled body. When it tore off, it revealed the scars, covered in blood and sweat." Mycroft moved closer to the screen, and then sat back looking into the distance. "Sherlock." he said, almost a whisper. "This doesn't phase you, nor does it phase them." Luke said. "Good thing I thought ahead!" he said. He walked over and grabbed two things from an area in the dark. One was a syringe, the other was a blowtorch. He sat them down, and leaned into the camera. "You thought I was that dumb? I always have options. Don't get too cozy." he said, acting a bit like The Joker.  He stood behind Sherlock, and jabbed the syringe into his back. Sherlock Lunged forward, and Luke moved toward the blow torch. He picked it up and showed it to the camera. Mycroft lunged at the camera and yelled "FINE! Fine, just, tell me where he is and where you want to meet." Luke chuckled as Sherlock flung his body to the ground. "Meet me at the coffee shop, with the information key, and you'll get the antidote for your brother and him. You might wanna hurry because he's having a seizure now- and they aren't going to stop." He closed the computer and walked toward Sherlock. "Your brother is waiting." He taped a rag over his eyes, cut the ropes, and slung Sherlock's faint body over his shoulders. "I'm Not giving my location that easy." he murmured. After he had loaded him into the back of his pickup truck, he started toward the coffee shop that was nearest to the both of them. He parked his truck in the back, and made his way into the shop. Sure enough, because he worked fairly close, Mycroft came strolling behind not long after. His face was pale, but he looked otherwise in good health. "Hello there, coffee? on me!" Luke said, greeting him. Mycroft knew any liquids he drank would come out in vomit form, so he politely refused. "Show me him." He said, So they both made their way out the front door. "You know you should have taken the offer, this pumpkin spice latte is super good." Luke said, and Mycroft nodded, but continued to walk in silence. When they reached the pickup truck, Luke gestured to Mycroft that he needed to stay by the outer fence. "Rise and shine Sherlock..." he said and ripped the tape from his scalp. Sherlock was passed out, but his bodily reflexes kicked in. Once Luke had gotten Sherlock out of the truck bed, he lugged him over to around where Mycroft was standing. "Hand me the case, and I'll hand you your brother and the antidote." Mycroft looked him in the eye. " Hand me Sherlock first- he won't be any  good to me unless you like what you see and give me the antidote." Luke nodded. "Okay." He threw Sherlock's body onto the pavement. then, Mycroft and Luke traded the case for the syringe. "Nice doing business with you! " Luke said and grabbed the syringe and ran.