Battle For The Crowns {A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction}

Chapter 12~ Fight Till You Die

Brooklyn's PoV
I quickly whisked after Sherlock, hoping that I'd do some good.
"Sherlock!"
"Brooklyn? I thought you were going to stay out here." He replied curiously as we walked quickly to the far side of the room to the exit door.
"No, fighting was never my strong suit. I'm more of a.. Spear, gun, or bow and arrow kind of person. From a distance, you know. My reflexes aren't as fast as some of the newer trainees. Never have been, so I like to stay back from it all." I explained.
Sherlock smirked as I instinctively leaned forward as a knife was thrown behind me.
"Reflexes aren't fast, are they?" He asked mockingly as we passed through the door and turned left into another room.
"No, not at all. Did you see how close that was?" I returned and sat down in the head computer.
"Alright, do you understand what these computers are for?"
Sherlock looked at me and shrugged, "of course."
"You don't have a clue, do you?" I giggled.
"Haven't the foggiest.."
"Yeah, alright. This is the main computer where everything is controlled from. It's heavily guarded and everything, but I can hack easily, especially with your help. Now, why do we need this?" I asked, mocking an ignorant person,"well, we need it to get access to the pressure plates in the floor, the hidden explosives in the walls, the fake guns that blow up with a key word, oh and, my personal favorite, the seeking missiles that are able to identify anybody within a 100 foot radius, track them down, and kill them. It's such a beautiful sight." I sighed as I began typing in codes.
"Oh. That's.. Nice, I suppose." Sherlock said, a bit creeped out.
I giggled, but frowned as the computer said, "access denied. Password incorrect."
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I screamed, banging my fist on the keyboard.
"Brooklyn! That will not do anything, except maybe make it worse!" Sherlock roared at me, snatching my hands up and holding them.
My breath caught in my throat as he held my hands and scanned the computer screen and keys.
"You can let go of my hands now.." I whispered awkwardly.
"Ah yes." He mumbled and dropped them quickly. 
I put all my concentration into the screen and the blinky box kept saying, "PASSWORD". It was making me angry, and even more confused. 'How are we supposed to get this?' I thought.
"Well, think." Sherlock said, as if reading my thoughts. "Would he be sitting right here when he created this password?"
I nodded in response, but replied, "there's nothing here though. Moriarty isn't sentimental, he has no connections, there is nothing to point us to the code."
"On the contrary, Madame Brooklyn. This whole thing is just to show off how clever Moriarty is! It has nothing to do with power, or greed. But it's also personal.." He trailed off.
"Crown.. Legion.. Brooklyn.. Sherlock.. James.. Bomb... I don't know!" I shrieked, throwing my hands up.
"Hush, then. Stop being dramatic, and do what you came to do. Solve the problem, laugh at Moriarty, and go home." Sherlock snapped, and entered his mind palace.
I rolled my eyes and sighed as I thought, but that didn't last long. Eventually, I began watching Sherlock think. His eyes were moving rapidly underneath his eyelids, his fingers that were steepled under his chin were tapping together, and his lips were twitching as his extraordinary brain worked.
"Done staring?" He whispered, still thinking.
"You knew! You fu-,"
"--GOT IT!" Sherlock exclaimed, and began typing in the password.
"Hold on, how?" I asked, perplexed as to how a 20 second pondering gave him the answer- *ding* -a correct one at that.
"Oh, Brooklyn. You see, but you do not observe!" He said, then tapped my nose in victory.
"What.. What did I miss?"
Caution.. Caution... Pressure Plates activating..
"Okay. So, now, we wait." Sherlock said, and sat down in a chair to enter his mind palace.
"Wh-what hold up. Aren't my men out there on the pressure plates? Won't that blow them up too?" I asked, rather angry.
"No, course not. That is assuming they don't step on the plates." Sherlock replied, frowning.
"There are children out there. Children, Sherlock!" I hissed, and ran out of the small control room.
"Brooklyn!" Blitz yelled at me from across the compound. "Careful! They activated the plates! Why? I don't know!"
"Shut up, Blitz! I'm trying to remember the sequence." I screamed to her, then thought. 'First hop three times like a kangaroo, then sidestep twice just-like-the-crabs-do, three steps forward, once step back, QUICK LIKE AN TURTLE LIE ON YOUR BACK-" however, my thinking process was cut short by the sound of an explosion next to me.
They were here.
"Aww hell naw.. Y'all ain't getting nothin." Blitz said, then jumped on the wall turrets that had just activated- probably Sherlock again- and began shooting them.
Now, who was them? I thought. My spot in the room was rather secluded so I couldn't see much, but I heard screams.
I narrowed my eyes and began thinking quickly on how to get to them and see what was happening. Partially because I needed to save my friends, but because I wanted to see if Moriarty actually came or just sent his men to kill us for him.
"Brooklyn!" Someone screamed, and I began running towards the sound.
Pressure plates, idiot.
I winced at the thought, and tried to make my jumps as long as possible until I put my right foot down and heard a click.
Shit. You're done for. Excellent job.
"Help." I whispered. "I don't want to go.."
No heroic moment for you. This isn't a fairytale is it? Nobody is coming to save you, because this isn't Sleeping Beauty. You should've been careful, 'hero'.
"HELP!" I screamed angrily, upset that I even thought to use the pressure plates.
Huh. How ironic! You were worried about your men dying, but here you are.
"BROOKLYN!" The same voice yelled.
I sighed, frustrated and began looking around for the sound of the noise, but there was no one there.
Just move your foot.
"BROOKLYN!" The screams became louder and there were more of them.
I should probably explain the room and my position.
The whole room was gigantic. This was the room we used for training, but a different kind. This was called the 'Hide and Seek' room, because there were so many obstacles you could hide behind, on top of, and under. So, my position and pressure plate just happened to be behind a large barrack rack where the trainees got their weapons to play the game. However, the plates were never activated, and I tried to tell Sherlock this, but he never listens. No, never.
Good going, you know why? Cause now that nobody can see you, nobody can help you. And nobody can hear you either.
"HEEEEEELP!" I screamed my hardest, but there was no response, probably cause nobody could hear me.
There were bullets being shot, blood being spilled, and people being killed.
What if I knew them? This is my fault.. How do I save them?
"BROOKLYN! GOD ARE YOU DEAF?" The same voice yelled from my right. It was Blitz.
"BLITZ!" I screamed, crying from being terrified and the voices in my head.
"COME ON!"
"I CAN'T, STUPID, I'VE GOT A PRESSURE PLATE. DO YOU NOT THINK THAT I WANT TO BE HELPING?"
She made an 'O' shape with her mouth and made up her mind.
"STAY THERE. WE'RE TRADING PLACES."
"OH HELL NO THAT IS NOT HAPPENING!"
"YES IT IS, BECAUSE SHERLOCK IS WORKING ON IT."
I frowned and looked down to think, and when I looked back up, Blitz was in front of me, with her foot raised above the plate.
"Swap off.." She whispered, and we slowly changed our feet.
"God, Blitz I owe you so much.. Just don't m-"
She interrupted me with a small smile and said, "kill 'Em. Make them pay."
I nodded and ran off the pressure plates area.
As soon as I got around the huge weapons rack and saw the horror in front of me, I gasped.
They weren't humans. The 'things' Moriarty sent to kill us weren't human. They were mutants. Not like X-Men, all you nerds. No, like the Hunger Games kind of mutants. But they weren't though. They were different all on their own. The 'things' seemed to be many different creatures combined into one. They had the fangs of a poisonous amphibian, the eyes of a arachnid, the four legs of a canine, the toxic tail of a scorpion, and the body of horse. Basically, they jumped out a child's nightmare. I mean, who comes up with this stuff?
"Holy Shit..." I mumbled as I loaded my gun.
I looked around again, and saw JJ and another assassin fighting one off. After scowling, I opened my fire on it, and hit it in the eye. It screamed and turned to me.
"What the heck?!" I screamed, and started shooting again the 'Thing' as once pounced on me.
I stabbed pounded its head full of lead, and kicked it off with JJ's help.
"Jesus how many are there?" He yelled at me.
"Not sure, but pretty sure there's a lot. However, they're pretty hard to kill, so there can't be too many can there?" I returned with a nervous laugh.
"Surrrrreee... DUCK!" He yelled, and started shooting something behind me- probably a mutant.
"This is gonna take a while.." I mumbled as more flooded in through an archway into the room that had suddenly appeared.
"Yeh. Ready?"
"Guess so.."

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Okay I know. My imagination went a little odd here, but it's alright.
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