Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Three Me Clara Phoenix

I ran through one of the local villages forests, as fast as I could feeling the wind against the warmth of my skin. My problem at the moment was thinking about what I was going to do with the two Holmes brothers, both liking me just as much as the other and just me slightly falling for one. The one that isn't suppose to have feelings and to be married to his work when he's not doing drugs. God on earth that Sherlock, this annoyed me. Why did Mycroft have to be stuck on the case of the "Country Assassin"? Why did he have to send Sherlock to help with the case? I had some others to kill before I had finished the case, but I could ask the boss for a break before I kill the others. I could go down to London and visit Mycroft, spend sometime with the other Holmes.

I stopped my running looking around the forest that I was in, it was wet, damp and cold. However me, warm with sweat dripping down my entire body and wearing hardly any clothes. The day was Saturday, this meant I could do what ever I wanted the time, three am. This meant that no one would be up and about, I could climb the tree's like I use to with my Father. I missed my Father, his smile, his scent and the time we spent together. I punched the tree that was in front of me, hurting my hand very badly. I looked up the tree and saw the height, it was a challenge I was ready to accept. Let see the clothes I were wearing were not suitable but, I didn't care there was enough scars and scratch marks over my body to be worth a life time. (Thin Black tracksuit bottoms and a running bra top, I think that I should probably take out my earphones as well, they could get stuck on a branch or something.)

I slowly started to rush up the tree, remembering the day that my Father first took me tree climbing. I was about six years old, we started on small trees so that in case I fell it wouldn't hurt that much. As I got older and better, the trees became older and taller. I remember my Father explaining to me how to recognize an unsteady branch, so that I wouldn't climb onto it. I loved my Father, you see my Mother died when I was really young. I couldn't recognize her in pictures that my Father showed me, I was too young to know who my Mother really was. My Father is dead now, it happened after some professional killers broke into the house. I was only fourteen and they made me watch ever thing that they did to him.

**********************************Flash Back**********************************

We were enjoying a quiet night in, we were watching a movie that we had both seen millions of times but we both loved it. "Blade" with Wesley Snipes. When we heard a bang from the back door, so my Father got up and went towards the drawer where he pulled out his nine millimetre handgun.

My father was in the special forces for a good few years. I was looked after by my fathers parents when he went into the field. Sometimes he would come back home a day after his missions whereas others, he could be weeks or even months. He could come home with new bullet wounds and knife wounds, especially the bruises. They would appear all around his body, he's come home before with two black eyes and a broken jaw. But he would always come home to me, no matter his condition he would always come home.

He held the gun close to his face as he left the living room, making his way quietly into the kitchen. Then there was the loud BANG from a gun, but it didn't sound like the nine millimetre. It sounded like a shotgun, then there was another and it was the nine millimetre. There wasn't any shot's fired after that, but there was a gas that I couldn't remember the colour of or the smell of it. It was thrown into the living room and, I couldn't remember anything after that.

When I woke up I couldn't move, my eyes were still closed so I couldn't see what was stopping me from moving. However, I could feel something tight around my wrists and ankles like it was digging into my skin. It was so tight that if I made any sudden movements, my wrists and ankles would bleed. When my eyes finally opened I noticed I was tied to a chair, my wrists and ankles tied up with a very thin type of wire. My mouth was gagged  with a black cloth. When I looked up from where I was, I saw them and my father. They tied my father up as well, same way as I was but he had security wire mesh tied around his wrists, ankles and torso. For some reason they never gagged my father. They tortured him, cut him up, beat him, shot him and all the while he was screaming. He would shout for me to look away, but I couldn't. I kept my eyes on him and on the two guys standing either side of him.