The Adventure Began at Holmes

Frustration and Hope

This whole place looks the exact same, and it's really starting to bug me. You turn a corner and it is exactly like the last path was. I could be going in circles, actually, squares, for all I know! The only good thing about my situation is that Moriarty and that Sebastian guy are not following me. That would be super irritating. At least they think I'm going to fail so they won't annoy me again, but failure is not in my vocabulary. I WILL find my uncle and his friends, and I WILL get out of here alive. I will do anything to ensure that this will happen.

I stop for a moment in order to collect my thoughts. I look around the path and notice something that I hadn't before. There was a small, barely visible square in the ground. One of the corners ended at one of the metal bars on the wall. I scan around the area to make sure there were no traps, and it looked safe. I rushed over to where it ended and started picking at where the cutout ended near the bar. I felt something. I dig up some of the dirt with my hands until I feel a rough, fabric-like texture. It was a piece of rug. As I go to lift the piece of fabric, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. "Ugh, seriously?" I groan to myself. As I look at my phone, I realize that it is 23:30pm. "Shit, it's my mother." I answer the call and immediately hear her demanding voice. She sounded angry.

"Sadie Maeve Holmes!!! Where the hell are you!?"

"Oh, hey mom. I can't talk right now. I'm really sorry. I uh...I told this girl that I'm tutoring that I would sleep over her house to help her study and...stuff. I must have forgotten to tell you..."

"Forgotten!? I was scared to death young lady! Fine...I'm glad you're making friends finally. Just call me tomorrow."

"Okay, bye..."

I ended the call quickly and went back to work pulling at the piece of rug, and I succeed. that's when I hear a small, weak voice.

"Hello? Is someone there? Please! Anyone!?"

Oh my God it's a door! It's a trap door. "Hello!? Hi! Hold on!" I say as softly as I could while making sure the man could hear me. Unfortunately, there is a lock on it. I try to think of what Moriarty may have put as a code, but then I come to another realization. I have a gun. I can shoot the lock open, but there is a risk Moriarty will hear. 

At this point, who cares. I slip the gun out of my boot, and point it toward the lock. I steady it, aim, and... BANG! I did it, the lock broke! Oh, how I love when I'm prepared for unexpected situations. 

I rip the broken lock off of the hatch and open it. I stare into the darkness while my eyes adjust, and see a man who looked to be previously gagged. He was bound and quite dirty from laying underground like that for so long. You could tell he had been there for a few days because he sounded extremely worn out.

"Help. Get me out of here, please." the man begged, as he looked up at me with tired eyes.