Cracking The Enigma Of Mankind (Sherlock Fanfic)

II

I stood there, completely dumbstruck. I had no idea what to do. Out of instinct, my hands flew up in the air. They must have thought it was a sign of surrender. Two of the men came at me from behind, one with a syringe, and he jabbed it into my neck. My knees give out underneath me and my eyes drift off.

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I wake to find myself tied to a chair, hands and feet bound. I tug at the ropes and quickly realize they aren't going anywhere. The room is dark; opaque fog hangs steadily in the air. My face is so cold; cold enough to freeze the Gobi. I hear footsteps approaching, north of where I am sitting. They are large, a man. About size 12 shoe. His wife left- no, he left his wife very recently, probably less than a month ago. Suddenly, I hear a gun cock, and feel the cold end of the barrel press against my forehead.

"Ku eshte shoku yt," the man says, his voice stern, deep, and hostile.

"I speak English," I say with a sarcastic tone.

"No Albanian?" he says in a thick accent.

"Nope," I reply.

"Unë do të shkoj të shefit tim."

"You do that," I add, not knowing what he said.

His footsteps fade away. New ones approach. Light, a woman this time. Her footsteps are light and bouncy. She is excited about something.

"Sherlock Holmes," she says.

"In the flesh," I announce. "What am I here for?" I tug at the ropes hard enough to make a noise.

"Just some matters of business," she says slyly.

"And...?" I question.

"You must know a man by the name of Jim Moriarty, correct?" She says.

"I will tell you," I pause for a dramatic effect. "If you tell me who you are. Where you're from, and what you know about me."

"All that my dear is highly classified information," she answers.

"Then I won't tell you anything either," I say.

"Fine," she pauses, steadying herself. "I am Melani Aleksi. I am from southern Albania. I work for Moriarty, who has strong Albania, which I guess you have deduced. I know that Moriarty wanted me to capture you. He didn't give me much information on you, other that that he wants you."

"Okay. And yes, I do know Moriarty, pretty well," I say with emphasis on 'well.'

I feel her hot breath on my nose. I can faintly make out the outline of her slender face. "Gotcha," Melani laughs. Her cold hand slaps me cheek.

"What was that for???" I blurt.

"Just a little treat," she sneers.

Her footsteps skip snootily from the room.

Just as I am sure she is gone, I hear the voice of a man come from behind. "Hey Sherlock. I want you to get out of here. Follow me."

"Follow you where?" I say as the ropes slide off my wrists.

"Out!" he whisper-yells.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because. I don't have a reason, I just believe it would be in your best regards," He says.

"Okay," I say, giving in to my blind faith.

I rise from the hard wooden chair. I can not see anything, not even my hand in front of my face. We run for about 2 miles, through densely foggy corridors. Suddenly, I see a light at the end of the hall, like in the movies shown at the cinema. We walk right up to it, until the man takes a sharp turn left.

"Where are we going now? That was just a way out!" I yell, hearing the sound waves of my voice ricochet off of the walls.

"Shhhh. There are a lot of cameras out that way. I know a better way out. One that won't get us caught," he says.

"Wait, h-h-hold on," I stammer. "If you work for Moriarty, how do I know that you are not leading me to an executioner or something?"

He scoffs. "Why do you assume that I work for Moriarty?" he whispers.

"Well, I don't know. You fit the 'requirement' for his minions, and you might be in one of his establishments," I say sarcastically.

"Well, did you ever imagine that you would have deduced wrong?" He whispers.

I shudder at the word wrong. I couldn't have been.

He steps into the light. He pulls off his beanie.

"Oh my god!" I yell.