Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 19~Now a Hostage, Great.

-----Willow POV-------

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There's a soft knock on my door. I open my eyes reluctantly. The door opens slowly, squeaking on the way. I wait for my vision to focus but I already knew who it was. There he stands his green eyes not as bright as before. His complexion has darkened to the maximum. He walks toward me without a smile. Half hidden in the shadows. He uses his hands to roll up the sleeves of the suit. As he does he reveals an enormous amount of tattoos that scroll up his arm. Black, skin tone, blue, all of it faded into his skin.

I am prepared for what or may not happen. I have to keep telling myself that he is the cannibal. And that this is not a happy cannibal. I thrust my body into a sitting position. I stare, then his face is revealed to light. He smiles again. Brightly. An innocent act. He tilts his head smiling.

"What's wrong lil lass?" He asks worry coating his words. It's all an act. I stand up abruptly trying to even get the slightest flinch from him. Of course he doesn't, he isn't human. He's a cannibal who probably wants to eat me. I take a small step toward him. Standing as tall as I can I urge the words out of my mouth.

"Nothing."

He steps closer to me wrapping his tattooed arms around my waist. His face centimeters away from mine. The touch makes me want to kill anything in my way. His green eyes staring at my own.

"I think you're lying." He says smiling. Then I hear it, there's no scottish accent there. I push him away.

"Tell me, Where are you are from?" I ask sitting back down on the bed. I watch his face as his jaw clenches pushing out his muscular face outward. Just a little bit. He straightens up a bit.

"Well I thought it was obvious, I'm from Scotland ya' see." His accent comes back automatically. He's still hiding in that see through plastic. I can see everything that he doing under the hard surface. It's blurry movement, but I still make everything out. Every fluncation, every lie.

"I think you're lying." I sneer at him. I commence the interrogation through mock. Perfect.

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-------John POV--------

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I hustle after Sherlock who is sprinting down different halls. He stops abruptly pushing his fingers into his temples. He mumbles something under his breath. He flashes open his eyes then starts to run again. He takes a sharp turn and is looking at the numberings on the door.

He stops at a door. Analyzing it almost. He nods, he tries opening the door but it's locked.

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-----Willow POV-------

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"What I think, is that you're nowhere from here. You're American perhaps? Southern parts? Oh, and wait, and aren't you a criminal, who escaped from jail?" I sneer walking around him at wistful pace. He glares at me.  

"So you've heard of me darling?" He raises his eyebrows. "And to think I wasn't gonna hurt you." He sighs as he pulls out a cerated blade from his back pocket. Shivers run throughout my body as I see the weapon.

There is a sudden banging on the door. I jump at the sound. The bartender grabs me forcefully with the knife to my neck and unlocks the door with his foot. The door swing open, to my surprise, it opens to see Sherlock and John.

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A/N
Sorry for the short chapter. (Not sorry actually, suffer little ones, suffer.) I felt it needed to end there. Also I apologize for the delayed updates. I am working on another book called "Running through Freedom". I will update this book within the next three days. Thank you so much for the 100 views. You guys are really amazing. Please let me know if my stories get boring.
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