Queen of the Mind Palace // Sherlolly ✔️

Chapter 29

A gloved hand was clamped over Molly's mouth as she was dragged through a dark hallway, the sound of the party growing fainter and fainter.  Fear spiked through her when she caught the sudden flash of a knife in the corner of her eye, stiffening in preparation for the cold metal.

"Well, well," a deep voice laughed in her ear.  Molly shivered, the voice sounded nothing short of inhumane, "look what we have hear.  A royal advisor.  What a catch!"  Molly's heart leapt.  Oh no.

She struggled, kicking at the polished floor and desperately trying to rip her arms out of the killers grasp but he held on tightly, dragging her through the hall. 

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun tonight," the voice taunted.  Molly let out a scream though it was muffled by the gloved hand.  Molly let out another muted yelp when the killer suddenly made a sharp turn, tossing Molly into a dark room.  The door closed and suddenly the room was submerged into darkness.

Breathing heavily Molly scrambled against a wall, her eyes flicking about, though they were useless in the intense darkness. 

"I just think it's so much more entertaining when we can play a little game, don't you?  A bit of cat and mouse?"  Molly felt her heavy breathing slow, even if her heart rate throbbed immensely, and she froze, careful not to make any movements.

"Ah, Miss Wells.  Why don't you come out," the deep voice hissed through the darkness, "my knife is oh so lonely.  It wants to join in the game too!" 

Molly closed her eyes and rested her head on her drawn up knees, the voice of killer ringing in her ears.  Sherlock, where are you?  Suddenly an idea flashed through mind.  Molly reached out beside her, her hand rummaging through the darkness for anything useful.  Her heart leapt when she suddenly grasped a metal object, a candlestick by the feel of it.  Molly tightened her grip around the candlesticks long neck and, tensing in preparation, chucked the candlestick across the room.

It landed with a loud clang and Molly heard the killer let out a high pitched giggle, "naughty, naughty Miss Wells!  Fatal mistake I'm afraid."  She heard his light footsteps make their way over towards the sound of the candlestick and Molly seized the opportunity, crawling on her hands and knees towards the small sliver of light that shone from under the door.

Her heart leapt when it got closer in her view.  Molly reached her hand up to grasp the doorknob but gasped when it was batted away, a dark figure suddenly blocked her view of the door.

"Ah, clever Miss Wells.  But not clever enough."  Molly gasped when the killer suddenly made to descend down on top of her, rolling away at the last second.  She heard the figure land on the ground with an oomph as she scrambled for the doorknob once more.  Molly yelped when two hands suddenly grabbed her waist, tearing Molly away from the door.

She scrambled away from the killer, gasping she felt her back hit the wall.  The figure laughed and stood up.  "This has been fun, Miss Wells," the voice suddenly turned cold, "but I'm afraid your time is up."  Molly could just make out the figure of the killer standing up, taking long, slow footsteps towards her.

"Though I must applaud you.  None of the others lasted this long.  They shrieked and whined.  It was terribly easy to track them down in the darkness."  The figure stopped in front of Molly.  She closed her eyes and raised her chin, solemnly preparing for death.  The images of Sawyer and Gael and Sherlock raced through her mind and Molly could feel hot tears race down her cheeks. 

"But you won't scream.  Isn't that right, Miss Wells?  No, you're not like the others.  You're clever.  And pure.  I like pure.  I like it a lot."  With a shuddering sigh Molly closed her eyes when the figure squatted down in front of her, the dark beak of the mask a mere centimeter from her nose.  She felt the killers gloved hand reach up and rest on her cheek, tracing the trail of her tears.

"So pure," the killer whispered.  Molly closed her eyes tighter.  She held her chin up and took a deep breath as the killer slowly stood up, chuckling softly as he raised the knife.  Suddenly, Molly heard the sound of the door being kicked open.

Her eyes flew open and the killer whipped around, a dark figure standing in the doorway.  Molly saw her opportunity.  Her foot flashed up and connected with the killers groin.  The killer let out a low groan and sank on his knees.  Molly stood up and scrambled past him, her heart leaping.

"Molly!"  The figure standing in the doorway called out.  Molly gasped and ran to them.

"Sherlock!"  She cried, racing into his arms.  He held her close.

"I thought I lost you."

"How did you find me?"

"There may or may not be a tracer on your necklace," Sherlock said.  Molly grinned.

"Works for me."  The killer slowly stood up.  Molly's grin vanished, "we have to go."  Sherlock nodded and pulled Molly out.  Molly made towards the party but Sherlock grabbed her hand, shaking his head.

"No, we can't lead him into the party!  It's putting others in danger and we could easily lose him," Sherlock cried.  Molly stared incredulously at him.

"You mean go further into the dark, winding catacombs of the mansion?"  The killer let out a low growl as he slowly turned turned around to face Sherlock and Molly, his knife glinting.  Sherlock's eyes widened.

"Yep."  With that he grabbed Molly's hand and made to race down the hallway.  Last minute Molly kicked off her shoes and followed Sherlock, racing further into the darkness.  They made a sharp left, then a right.  Behind them the sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the hallway.  Molly looked back when she and Sherlock paused to catch their breaths.

"I think we lost him!"  She cried.  Though her happiness was short lived when a fire axe was suddenly plunged into the wall a mere few inches away from Molly's face.  She blinked as the dark, masked figure of the killer suddenly came into view, ripping the axe out of the wall and staggering closer to Molly.

She blinked, "huh.  Axe-wielding."

Molly felt her hand tugged on and she ran away from the killer, Sherlock leading them deeper into the maze that was the mansion.

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Yay!  Such thrill, very fun to write.  Well don't stop here, read!