Miss Moriarty is Holmes!

Chapter 12: Playtime

I woke up drained with my body unrecovered fully yet by something my kidnappers gave to me. My eyes flickering weakly and my vision trying to adjust from its blurryness. But I see a white ball of light and two figures. My hands were tied on each armrest of this plastic chair.

Oh, nice, I was kidnapped by two men who happens... What do they want from me?

They were muffling, 4 feet away under the light bulb.

"Oi, she's awake." A man with golden brown dyed hair tips recognized me somehow and taps his partner. They came to me and one bends down on his knees looking up towards me. I scrutinize him."You've been snoozing the whole night." He said.

Thanks for telling since there are no windows to let the sunrise and warm air in. Phew, the stench is intolerable in this forbidden dull concrete room.

"Easy here, I know it is obvious that I was abducted for a reason. But what's not obvious is why?"

Unless this has something to do with me personally and not cash. I think these guys doesn't want cash. It's never cash.

"Our boss wants us to play with you. From now on, we are your playmates."

"Who's this boss of yours? He hasn't told me any instructions of the game."

"Oh, it's easy." He sniggers and I suddenly felt my face turned left with stinging pain on the cheek. He squeezes my jaw and lets me face him. "All you have to do is to answer our questions."

He seized me by the jaw again, the other toying with his gun.

"Listen here, it would be less painful if you'll follow. The more you lie, the more pain and suffering in every minute."

I don't like this guy.

"You destroyed my refrigerator, that was pointless and cruel for you to do." Of all the things that are happening right now I chose to demand justice for my poor fridge. Or maybe I just ran out of things to say. I refuse to be embarrassed by being harassed

"Oh, that was Pat's idea." He pointed and laugh at his partner, whose face was revealed to have a fresh slashes of wound because of what I did with the live wire. Scare face wasn't happy. He was holding his gun properly and ready. Whoops, go figure.

"So, question number one, where is he?"

"Who?"

"You know who."

"...Are you talking about my deceased grandfather, father, or dog? 'Cuz all of them can be identified as a 'he'. I had a guy bestfriend too."

He squared his shoulder and puffs his chest. His voice became broad and deadly, "We're talking about Moriarty."

"The Moriarty or the other Moriarty?" My eyes jumped on each choice.

"James Moriarty," He said exasperately, getting impatient with me," a terrorist, a criminal mastermind, and a dedicated brother to his siblings." He then snickers on the end. If he expects me to flinch and shake in fear, he expects so low. I only looked up at him and he pushes a black lock covering my face. I moved hard as possible. I don't want anyone touching my hair.

"Well, if you've been having a life behind these walls then you would know that he's been dead for a long time just as long as this building has been abandoned." I spat.

"Oh really? Who's responsible for the latest killings and assassination outside London? Our boss thinks that it's him who's doing these things just like before. If that detective Sherlock faked his death, then so can your brother, right?"