Chapter 61: Mind Games (prt. 1)

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This is when you are trapped in Eurus's cage (I cannot physically write the backstory because it's horribly boring, SORRY).

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Your POV

My eyes snap open and attempt to adjust to the brightly lit room. I reach my arms out since my eyes are closed once more and I feel something soft... I'm in a bed. Where the hell am I?

"Sherlock?" I weakly call out, fluttering my eyes open again, this time letting my eyes adjust to the room.

"Mhm." I hear his familiar voice mumble, obviously he's deep in thought and I can hear his footsteps pacing around the room. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder, making me jerk my head up then grimace in pain afterwards.

"It's okay, (Y/N) it's me." I hear John's voice, making me relax and sit myself up on the bed. Small bump in my shoulder, stings more than a normal bump should. That's why I was in pain when John touched me. I was at Sherrinford, with John and Mycroft. Holy shit... I was drugged, I don't remember anything.

"Where are we, John-" I ask, but my question is shortly answered as I look around the room, gasping a bit in fear as I stare at the room. It's her cell. Eurus.

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing echoes around the room, making me jump a bit and slowly getting off of the bed. "Are we phoning someone?" John asks, helping me up slowly as my own pace, looking at the injection mark on my shoulder.

"Apparently. Eurus is in control." I'm in complete and utter shock, not wanting to move and shaking uncontrollably in my hands, I couldn't speak at all.

Suddenly, a young girls voice comes over the speakers, terrified and anxious, making me finally snap out of my dazed state and stand up. "Help me. Please, I'm on a plane and everyone's asleep. Help me!" I breathe out shakily and exchange glances with Sherlock before the lights in the room turn red and a familiar voice comes over the speakers.

"Hello." The haunting voice whispers, echoing around the cell. "My name's Jim Moriarty."

That's when it hits me hard. I clasp my hand to my mouth and drop to my knees on the ground, breathing heavily into my hand. I know it's been forever since he did what he did, but his voice, the very mention of his name threw me into a full-fledged panic attack. Sherlock kneeled down by my side and put his hand on my shoulder, looking at me with reassurance. "It's okay. He's dead."

"He doesn't sound dead." I spit out, suddenly getting angry and clenching my fists. He gives me a gentle look and looks up at the speakers again as the terrified girl's voice comes over the speakers again.

"Hello? I can hear you talking. Please help me! I'm on a plane and it's going to crash! Is someone there?" We don't speak, Mycroft looks at us like we're insane, but Sherlock lifts his head higher and speaks gently.

"Oh, hello. Um, try-try to stay calm. Just te-tell me what your name is." I couldn't help but smile slightly at this, the way he was gentle with this child that he's never even seen.

"I'm not supposed to tell my name to strangers." When I've finally calmed down, I decide to stand up and chime in like usual.

"Of course not. Very good. But, um, I'll tell you mine. My name is-" Suddenly, the line goes dead, and across from us on a large TV screen, a pale-faced Eurus is displayed, smiling into the camera.

"Oh dear. We seem to have lost the connection." Everyone turns towards the TV at the very end of the room, the haunting face of the East Wind tilting her head.

"How have you done this? How is any of this possible?" Mycroft says, walking towards the glass of the cell, his lip twitching upwards - a common sign of guilt with him.

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