Lost Inferno {The LOST Chronicles, BOOK 2}

Chapter 11- The Visit

Sherlock's Pov-

The anger was pulsing through my body at a hundred miles an hour. My heart was in my throat. I needed to get my act together.

I slammed my fists down on the door to get one of the guard's attention. After a while of constant punching the door, the guards at last couldn't take it anymore and came to see what was wrong.

The small window in my cell door was slid open to reveal a young man. I could easily deduce that he was in fact married, wedding ring obviously, and that he had two, no three children judging by how tired he looked with his large bags hanging from his eye sockets. I knew I could play on this one because he would understand how I was feeling, as we both seem to be fathers.

"Yes, alright! What do you want?" The guard demanded.

"It's about my daughter, please." I pleaded.

"Fine but you already know that she can't visit you, so what about her?" He asked me.

"I need someone to visit me, privately." I told him.

"You can't arrange private visits, you can have a visit when it's visiting time sitting in the main visitor's room with everybody else!" He told me.

"My brother would only come here on a private visit." I informed him.

He looked at me with a puzzled and frustrated face.

"Mycroft Holmes, look it up!" I emphasised on the 'p'.

He knew automatically who Mycroft was and his face became worried as to what might happen to him and his job if he didn't organise this.

"Alright, I'll sort it out now." He assured me.

The guard then swished the window shut and left me on my own again.

As much as I liked time alone to think, this was getting unbearable. I couldn't stand it. There was always silence apart from the occasional door closing or opening and the rattling of keys as the guards walked up and down the corridors. The lack of noise or activity was driving my insane. I couldn't just not do anything! I'm a high functioning sociopath and this isn't working out very well, so far I'd managed to count  up to five hundred thousand, count a total of seven hundred and forty five doors opening and slamming shut over the time that I'd been here and managed to imagine and dream up every possible situation that Maddy could be in but in every single dream I'd never be able to get to her in time.

After around thirty seven minutes, to my count, the guard returned with another four guards to accompany him. My cell door was swung open and they all marched inside. Two of them grabbed my arms whilst another cuffed them behind my back, well I guess they weren't going to take any chances with me trying to escape. The two men then took ahold of my shoulders and lead me out of my cell, the other guards then surrounded us and I was taken down numerous corridors until we stopped at a room, I was presuming that this was indeed the private visiting room that I had requested to visit Mycroft in. 

They unlocked the door and pushed me inside, they then followed me inside and shut the door behind them, they then proceeded to un-cuff me. I strolled over to the table and slumped down in one of the chairs. The guards then left the room. 

A few moments later the clicking sound of expensive shoes echoed the corridors outside of the room, obviously not any of the guards as their boots were far too heavy and boisterous to make such a delicate sound.

The door opened to reveal Mycroft standing in the doorway, he simply stared at me. I had forgotten that I must have looked a state, compared to my usual clean attire. I was given a plain t-shirt, tracksuit bottoms and a pair of trainers so as to say, I really wasn't looking my best.