Lost Inferno {The LOST Chronicles, BOOK 2}

Chapter 12- The Trial

Maddy's Pov-

I ended up falling asleep in the car, leant up against Mycroft if I remember correctly. He must have felt so awkward, how embarrassing!

I woke up in a large bed with feather pillows and a cozy duvet, I was so warm. The room also matched up to the bed, as it was just a grand and expensive. There were large, vintage paintings hung around on the walls which I couldn't help but stare at in awe about how beautiful they were. On top of the cold, dark, wooden floorboards there was a large rectangular fluffy cream rug. This room really was a dream, was I really here?

I sat up in the bed and got a better look at the room, at the bottom of the bed on what seemed to be a blanket box there were some clean clothes laid out for me. I slumped out of bed and walked over to the clothes that had been put out. I slowly changed. Once I had changed into the black skater dress and black lacy flats, I pulled my long hair around to one side of my head so that it would look half presentable and walked out of the room with the intent of finding Mycroft.

I stood in the corridor completely amazed, I thought my room was extraordinary but it was absolutely nothing compared to the rest of the house. I walked around the long corridors, searching in every door that I found but alas I still couldn't find him.

I did however hear something that caught my attention, a very familiar voice. Was this who I thought it was? How could it be?

I started to run, following the voice until I got to a grand door with a brass handle. I pushed it open to see Mycroft sitting at a desk, I walked further into the room and there sitting on the sofa near him was Sherlock!

He stood up the minute he saw me and I ran to him. I wrapped my arms around him for dear life, never wanting to let him go again. He did the same in return. We embraced each other for a few moments then pulled away and stood opposite each other, not knowing what to say. I knew he wouldn't let me down!

Everything was calm and I just really couldn't believe that he was here! Until there was a loud crash, my head turned towards the noise. A gang of men, all wearing ski masks, had broken in and were now in the room with us. They all charged towards us, there were a couple of gunshots fired. I turned my head back, Mycroft had been shot! I turned to Sherlock, not knowing what to do only to find him also lying flat out on the floor, Sherlock had been shot! I fell to the ground to help him, he was bleeding out. 

"NOO, SHERLOCK!" I screamed at him.

"Maddy." He weakly whispered to me.

The men then proceeded to grab my roughly and pull me away from him. I couldn't stop screaming at what was happening, they'd both been shot and I was being taken away yet again! To my dismay nobody came to my aid. They dragged me outside and shoved me into the back of a van, where I was hit hard over the back of the head and as a result I collapsed onto the floor of the van unconscious.

I screamed and my eyes shot wide open, I was on the sofa in 221B. It had been a dream but how did I get here?

Just a few seconds, after I'd screamed the house down, John came running in with a gun in his hand.

"John!" I exclaimed.

"Maddy, what's wrong?" He asked me concerningly.

"Nothing, I had a bad dream." I told him

He looked relieved and put the gun down on the coffee table and came and sat next to me, he put his arm around me and comforted me. I leant my head on his shoulder.

"John?" I spoke after a few moments.

"Yes?" He replied.

"What's going on and how am I here?" I asked him.