Battle For The Crowns {A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction}

Chapter 11~ "..Small Scale Rebellion.."

Okay.. I'm an awful person for not updating, I know. But today, Friday the 20th, is the first time I've been on Wattpad in the past 4 days. FOUR. I've literally had 4 hours of homework every night. So, do forgive me! :) But you know you love me.. And thanks for 250 reads and 25 votes! <3

<<<*>>>- Sherlock's PoV
"Brooklyn..." I whispered to the girl lying unconscious on the floor. There was no answer, and it only made me more concerned for her and the situation. "I'll be back, I promise. JJ.. Blitz?" I yelled their names, praying to whatever God was out there that they would come.
"Sherl?" Blitz whispered from behind me.
I jumped a bit and whipped around to find her looking down at Brooklyn and I curiously.
"Help.. Brooklyn.. I'm not s..sure I don't.." I gasped out.
Her eyes grew wide and she lifted Brooklyn up. I vaguely heard Blitz mumble something about a crown or chess piece, and set off to leave.
I glanced around, trying to find out which way to go, since the lights were out.
"Agh.. Dammit!" I heard Blitz yell from across the room.
I dashed over to her, and saw that she had hit something solid, most likely a wall. "Where's the damn door?" She harshly whispered.
"Not sure.. Where's the boy?" I asked in return.
"JJ? Dunno.. We got separated when the lights went out. It's probably Moriarty playing with us and buying himself time. Maybe we got farther than he thought we would. I mean, we got all the way into his base. Although, it was all pointless though. Everything was. Nothing was accomplished, no stories will be told, this whole thing was completely pointless. But we're here anyway, in this mess. Goddamn. I knew that this whole plan was too good to be true. There is no way in hell that any of this could ever happen; all this taking the 'Crown' back and shit. Uh huh. No way, no how. Honestly, he's probably sparing our lives so he can kill us later."
I glanced at her, dumbfounded, as I began working my way around the room to find a way out. "You really believe that?"
"Course I do. Think, Sherl. Honestly, did you really think this would work? I mean, truly and honestly. I believe the only reason we even agreed to go along with Brooklyn's fanatics is because we were bored and your normal cases weren't cutting it anymore. Having fun yet?" She hissed at me angrily.
"Look, we can have a rousing discussion later. But as for now, we have to get out of here and find JJ, and Viper if he is even alive. Let's go, plus Brooklyn has been bleeding out the whole time. Thankfully, she was shot in the lower leg, so it'll hold for a whole with my scarf, but we need to go anyway. Come on, this way." I shouted across the room towards her, after finding a small crevice of light.
She nodded and heaved Brooklyn over her shoulder and ran towards me, getting ready to hand her over if there was a fight.
"Ready?" She mumbled, going ahead and passing Brooklyn.
"Define ready?" I asked, as she kicked open the door and got her gun ready. "Hold on.. We came in through this door. Someone must've shut it behind us.."
"Yeah.." She glanced around, and sprinted down a hallway, recalling from memory the familiar halls where she grew up, supposedly from training all these years. "Alright, we're gonna make a quick stop."
She, once again, kicked in a door. Except this time, it was to be what looked like a training room. "ALRIGHT BITCHES! LISTEN UP!"
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and stood at attention, as if they'd done this several times before.
"I'm assuming you have some sort of authority here?" I whispered to her.
"Oh you better believe it." She whispered back and continued, "REMEMBER ME? ALRIGHT, LOVELY. WE HAVE WORK TO DO."
The 3 oldest men in the room, which looked to be about 25 years old, nodded and walked towards her. One grabbed her arm and began speaking in hushed tones so only we could hear.
"Blitz, what the hell is this about? We don't work under you, JJ, Viper, or Brooklyn anymore. We only deal with Moriarty and Sebastian. What is this? And who is he?"
"Just trust me. That Moriarty, he's bad. And you know he is. Just please, we have to take him down. It's what we came here for, and now we're going to be killed if something isn't done!" She exclaimed back, getting ready to turn back to the other 100 trainees in the room.
"Dammit, Blitz. You cannot expect me to just throw everything that I know into the garbage, and start obeying someone who isn't my commander anymore, and never really was." The man hissed back.
"I do expect that, and I expect it now."
"Okay, and even if I did, what could I possibly assist you with?"
She smirked and indicated towards Brooklyn quickly. "Fix her leg, and wake her up. She has more authority and respect than you and I do. And get Larry and Curly behind you to get these other 100 to get ready to get out of here. We're not getting the crown back, we're burying it. Today."
"How long?"
"15 minutes, max. Go."
<<<*>>>- Brooklyn's PoV
Have you ever experienced true silence? Where not even your heartbeat beats in your ears? Because I can say that I just did. There was nothing going on, it was simply eternal silence, darkness, and yet, it was chaotic. I hated every second of it, although nothing could be fixed from it.
But after what seemed like years, I began waking up to the sound of yelling, Sherlock's voice, and my leg feeling like it's being cut off.
"Brooo-oklyn.." The voice was distorted like a form of a horror movie or music video.
I opened my eyes gingerly, and looked to my right where Sherlock was standing.
His head was turned towards someone at the end of my bed where my leg was, and it was going numb by the second.
I tried to sit up, but the sudden movement made my head dizzy and it looked like I was seeing stars.
"Woah!" Another voice, feminine this time however, appeared next to me. "Dang Brooklyn, we may be in the midst of a small-scale rebellion, but there's not really a reason to flip out and shit."
I began blinking rapidly and trying to remain upright until I felt a hand on my back supporting me.
I opened my mouth to speak and ask, 'what's going on'? However, I had the strange suspicion it sounded more like incoherent gibberish that an alien from a distant galaxy would say.
"Hmm?" The feminine voice, who I had identified as Blitz, asked.
"Should we explain?" Sherlock asked.
I nodded quickly, but regretted it, even though my vision began to come back.
"Well, love, you got shot in the leg and passed out from pain. Since it was a straight bone shot, not much blood was lost, except for the entrance location, which Sherlock was quickly able to stop with his scarf. Now, we've managed to convince the 103 group of higher trainees to help us tear this place apart. It's gonna be a full scale riot in here, although the outside world will be completely clueless and obviously, as always."
I nodded slowly, my head beginning to be balanced out, and my leg pain was subsiding with adrenaline.
"Okayyyy.. When- when do we start?" I asked again.
"Now. Well, it was really 5 minutes ago, but you get my point. So, what will you do?"
"Take my rightful place as Leader one last time." I replied, and slowly slid off of the bench I was laying on, and began walking to the head of the room where the actual throne was.
Voices stilled around me as I called to their attention.
"Alright. I cannot yell to you all, since I'm still halfway dizzy from my incident, and my leg is almost on fire. But, I'll trust you're all paying attention.
Okay, I'm going to get straight to this and cut the bullshit, because we all know that none of us have time for it. Now, this whole thing that has been set up for nearly two centuries now, 'The Black Legion', is about to be nonexistent. And it won't be easy for any of us, especially with what we are up against. Many of us grew up here, Blitz.. JJ.. Viper.. Even I lived here for many years, and so, it plagues me to think I will be destroying my home. But we cannot allow Moriarty to get his hands on anymore files that we already have waiting. He must be stopped.. Today. Are we very clear on that? Because if so, we'll need to start with the knives, and gear up, because it's time for war." I spoke loudly and clearly to all of the listeners, and then began making my way towards Sherlock and Blitz to speak with them.
"Guys, you do realize that all of what we've been through before is pointless, correct?" I asked sheepishly.
"Yes, but now, we're getting somewhere. Let's go." Sherlock said, placing his hand on my shoulder, then walking off to his position in the technical section.
I watched him go, and then turned back towards the weapon rack. "Perhaps.. Perhaps I need to be with the technology. Fighting was never my strong suit."
Blitz giggled and pushed me after Sherlock.
I looked after her confused, but she nodded that way, and I began trudging through the war I've created, terrified Moriarty was going to win.
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Yeh, yeh I know. Not my best, obviously. But! I did Coke up with a parody you guys may like..
*clears throat*
"Oops, I did it again!
I didn't update, got caught up with school..
Oh readers, readers..
Oops, you were waiting.. And I'm so so-oo-or-rr-y..
I'm not that consistent.." ;)