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Sherlock: Russian Roulette Part 2

*Sara's​ ​p.o.v.*

I​ ​stood​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​the​ ​door​ ​to​ ​my​ ​flat​ ​and​ ​waited,​ ​watching​ ​the​ ​time​ ​slowly​ ​inch​ ​closer​ ​to noon.​ ​Sherlock​ ​still​ ​hadn't​ ​shown​ ​up,​ ​which​ ​was​ ​actually​ ​a​ ​good​ ​thing.​ ​I​ ​really​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​torture his​ ​friends​ ​in​ ​the​ ​slowest​ ​and​ ​most​ ​painful​ ​way​ ​possible.

I​ ​checked​ ​my​ ​clock​ ​again,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​now​ ​noon.​ ​However,​ ​I​ ​heard​ ​the​ ​doorbell​ ​and groaned.​ ​I​ ​then​ ​put​ ​on​ ​a​ ​smile​ ​and​ ​opened​ ​the​ ​door.​ ​"I​ ​assume​ ​you​ ​were​ ​right​ ​on​ ​time​ ​because you​ ​failed​ ​to​ ​figure​ ​out​ ​a​ ​way​ ​to​ ​stop​ ​me​ ​from​ ​what​ ​I'm​ ​going​ ​to​ ​do,"​ ​I​ ​said.​ ​"You're​ ​too​ ​much like​ ​your​ ​brother,"​ ​he​ ​said,​ ​walking​ ​inside.​ ​I​ ​shut​ ​the​ ​door​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​"I'll​ ​take​ ​that​ ​as​ ​a compliment.​ ​Up​ ​the​ ​stairs​ ​and​ ​into​ ​the​ ​first​ ​room​ ​on​ ​the​ ​left."

I​ ​took​ ​out​ ​my​ ​gun​ ​and​ ​pressed​ ​it​ ​against​ ​Sherlock's​ ​spine.​ ​"If​ ​you​ ​could​ ​be​ ​so​ ​kind,​ ​I would​ ​like​ ​you​ ​to​ ​remove​ ​the​ ​gun​ ​from​ ​my​ ​back,"​ ​he​ ​requested.​ ​"Very​ ​well,"​ ​I​ ​said.​ ​I​ ​removed the​ ​gun​ ​from​ ​behind​ ​his​ ​back​ ​and​ ​whacked​ ​him​ ​upside​ ​the​ ​head​ ​as​ ​hard​ ​as​ ​I​ ​could,​ ​causing​ ​him to​ ​fall​ ​on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​the​ ​stairs.​ ​I​ ​put​ ​my​ ​gun​ ​away​ ​and​ ​picked​ ​him​ ​up,​ ​throwing​ ​him​ ​over​ ​my​ ​shoulder and​ ​taking​ ​him​ ​upstairs.

I​ ​sat​ ​him​ ​on​ ​a​ ​chair​ ​I​ ​had​ ​in​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​of​ ​my​ ​living​ ​room​ ​and​ ​patted​ ​him​ ​down.​ ​I​ ​said​ ​out loud,​ ​"Well,​ ​at​ ​least​ ​he's​ ​good​ ​at​ ​following​ ​instructions."​ ​I​ ​grabbed​ ​a​ ​couple​ ​twist​ ​ties​ ​and​ ​tied his​ ​hands​ ​behind​ ​his​ ​back.​ ​I​ ​then​ ​duct​ ​taped​ ​his​ ​ankles​ ​to​ ​the​ ​legs​ ​of​ ​the​ ​chairs.​ ​I​ ​grabbed​ ​my copy​ ​of​ ​A​ ​Clockwork​ ​Orange​ ​and​ ​sat​ ​down​ ​across​ ​from​ ​Sherlock.

*****

Two​ ​hours​ ​later,​ ​I​ ​finished​ ​the​ ​last​ ​page​ ​and​ ​set​ ​the​ ​book​ ​aside.​ ​I​ ​heard​ ​Sherlock​ ​groan​ ​as he​ ​opened​ ​his​ ​eyes.​ ​He​ ​struggled​ ​to​ ​move​ ​his​ ​arms,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​him​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​"It's​ ​quite amusing​ ​to​ ​see​ ​you​ ​struggle​ ​when​ ​there's​ ​no​ ​way​ ​of​ ​you​ ​getting​ ​up​ ​from​ ​that​ ​chair​ ​without​ ​my assistance."​ ​"My​ ​head​ ​is​ ​aching,"​ ​he​ ​stated.​ ​I​ ​smirked​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​"I​ ​sure​ ​hope​ ​so,​ ​considering​ ​I whacked​ ​you​ ​pretty​ ​hard​ ​with​ ​my​ ​gun."​ ​"I​ ​suppose​ ​I​ ​should​ ​thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​not​ ​shooting​ ​me,"​ ​he said.​ ​"As​ ​a​ ​way​ ​to​ ​say​ ​sorry,​ ​I'll​ ​make​ ​you​ ​a​ ​cup​ ​of​ ​tea​ ​without​ ​poison.​ ​Poisoning​ ​is​ ​a​ ​rather boring​ ​way​ ​to​ ​end​ ​a​ ​life.​ ​Besides,​ ​there's​ ​no​ ​fun​ ​in​ ​killing​ ​you​ ​so​ ​soon,"​ ​I​ ​responded.​ ​"You​ ​really are​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​like​ ​your​ ​brother,"​ ​he​ ​stated.