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"What the hell am I doing here?" Claire mutters to herself, laying on the old, rickety bed in the dark, cramped cell. Where's Sherlock? What is he doing to him?
She rolled onto her back, for once she was scared. Not for her, for Sherlock. She knew what he was capable of, and what he could do, but could he get away this time? She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what it was like. Remembering it, every detail she could gather. She smiled at the small thought, the only thing that kept her alive. She heard the door open, and sat up, her eyes opening, and knew who stood there. She could still feel the vibe coming from him.
Moriarty smiles, but not freindly, or humorly, "It's time." and snaps his fingers, turning the other way, walking. His two hitman walked in, grabbing her by the arms harshly. But she still didn't let that memory go, no matter what Moriarty did.
Not now.
Not tomorrow.
Not ever.
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Sherlock slowly drifted back to conciousness, he groans, his arms hurting like crazy. He looks up, seeing his wrists tied to the arms of the chair, they were bleeding because they were so tight. He looks around, then sees Claire, her arms bound and held above her, her head forward, dark hair hanging in her face.
"Claire?" he whispers, his voice hoarse. At first, she didn't respond. But, she moved slightly, groaning. She lifts her head up, "Sherlock?" she stood straight so the chains wouldn't cut into her wrists.
"Are you okay?" he says, sitting up straight. She nods, "You?"
Before he could say a word, the doors swung open, and Moriarty walked inside, "Morning, sleeping beauties! Just in time for the fun, too!"
"What do you want?" Sherlock hisses.
"Well, I intend to get what I want this time." he says, walking over to Claire and grabbing a fistful of her hair, she yelps. He presses a gun to her side, "Now, sweetie, you're gonna give me what I want this time."
"I will when hell freezes over." she says. He yanks back her hair, she screams, but doesnt give in.
"Maybe we need some persuasion, shall we?" He gestures to two men and they untie Sherlock, force him to stand, and hold a gun aimed at his head.
"Wait, wait, wait! Stop!" she yells, her lighting blue eyes facing the ceiling, a few tears escaping down her cheeks.
"Claire-" Sherlock starts, but Moriarty cuts him off, "Are you going to show me what I want this time?" he mutters in her ear.
She closes her eyes tightly, tears flooding down her cheeks, but she nods. "Claire, dont do this!" Sherlock yells, but they hit him square in the back with the butt of the gun, he falls forwards, gasping.
She opens her eyes, taking a deep breath, for one second there was silence. Then all hell broke loose.
She whirls around and yanks her hands down, the chains breaking instantly. She ignored the excruciating pain in her wrists and slammed Moriarty against the wall, and his eyes met hers.
For once, well, not ever, was Moriarty so frightened, so scared, what he saw. But, those flashes of his past and future was enough to set him off.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion for Sherlock. He pulled himself up, turning around and punching both guys in the nose, enough to knock them out. He whirls around, seeing Moriarty's always smug, merciless expression turn to fear, agony. He shouted Claire's name, but he couldn't hear his own voice. She turned, looking away from Moriarty, her blue, alive eyes meeting his. But Moriarty shoves her away and she hits her head on the edge of the table, shreiking in surprise or pain, Sherlock couldn't tell.
He started running towards her, then looked at Moriarty, he was pulling something up from the floor. His head whipped back to Claire, and she was standing, blood seeping on her head and in her hair. She looked at Sherlock, mouthing something that he couldn't understand.
But he knew, that as long as he shall live, that nothing was louder, more clearer than the gunshot ringing through the building, then complete silence.
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I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to say... its just this chapter was harder than you think to write xD
-K
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