Beautiful Liar

Dead Man Walking

Hate, loss, love. All of the things I loathe. Too bad. I experience them everyday... Over the years I've been through so much and lost a great deal. Mostly in the name of love. But you find that, in your lifetime, you'll do crazy things for the one you love.

JULIET'S P.O.V:

Opening my eyes, all I could see was a single light bulb; dangling down from the roof. My vision was a blur. However, I was no longer on the floor. Instead I was shackled to a cold and hard wooden chair. From what I could see of the room, there wasn't much to it. No windows, no doors in sight. Groaning, I tired to move. But it was no use. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from outside the room. Where was I?

"Ah. She's awake." The voice was posh, almost familiar sounding. The footsteps had started to become more audible. Could they see me? Well I certainly couldn't see them. However, my questions where answered for me as the voice spoke again, "I know you can't see me dear. Do you honestly not remember me. No? Well, that's a shame. I thought we made a great impact." My breath hitched and I tried to look away.

"Who are you?" I said breathlessly. The voice came forward so I could see his features fully. There, before me, stood a man I never thought I would see like this. Mycroft Holmes stood before me in all of his glory and wealth. Groaning, I lifted my head up and began to taste blood in my mouth.

"You've been lying to me Juliet." Mycroft said with a hint of sharpness in his tone. Scoffing, I laughed a little. Still confused to why Mycroft had kidnapped me in the first place.

"What do you mean? I've never lied to you once Mycroft." I replied bitterly. Mycroft then started to pace around the room. Fading in and out of the light. Only visible for a matter of seconds, "Why did you kidnap me Mycroft?"

"So many questions, so little time. My dear, you will tell us what you know and then we will think about releasing you."

"That doesn't answer my question. Why did you kidnap me?" Mycroft stopped pacing and stopped in front of my chair. He then stooped down so he was at eye level with me. I turned my head away, refusing to look my kidnapper in the eye. Mycroft wanted information about Jim, I knew it, "It's Jim. Isn't it? That's what this has all been about."

"I'm not at liberty to tell you that my dear. Now, I must be off. Got an important meeting down at the palace. Edgar will be looking after you. When I return, I want answers my dear." I froze. My blood started to boil. Mycroft was leaving me in the hands of some brute, who would no doubt try and kill me. Without a second glance around, I knew I had to escape. In the space of 30 seconds, Mycroft left and Edgar appeared. Edgar was a large, muscly man. He looked as if he could kill a thousand men with one blow. Thankfully though, he stood on the far side of the room. I wasn't sure when Mycroft would return so I didn't have long. The shackles around my legs felt tighter and tighter by the second. Sooner or later, I was honestly going to have a break-down about this.

"Edgar?" I asked in a hushed tone. Edgar didn't move, "Edgar?" I asked again. No luck, "Edgar, I'm sat here naked." I said again, a little louder. Hoping Edgar would fall for my little ply. Suddenly, I heard movement coming from in front of me. There was two ways I could escape this cell. One. Ask to use the toilet and run. But, c'mon. Where's the fun in that? That leaves me with option two. Lure the brute in and attack. Now that one sounds best; don't you think?

"Really? Are you?" Laughing internally, I sat completely still until the brute appeared. Then, waiting for the right moment, I launched myself forwards. Landing firmly on top of Edgar. Before the stunned man could react, I grabbed my shackles and wrapped them around his large neck. The life was slowly being sucked away from the brute second by second. Finally, he collapsed on the floor in a heap. Blood was slightly pouring from the gash on Edgar's neck. Grimacing, I looked around for a key of some sought. And luckily, our dead guard had one for us. I unlocked myself and headed for the exit. Escape was imminent. It had to be. Outside the door was a long corridor. Where was I? Looking back at the dead man in the cell, I let a tear roll down my cheek. I just killed a man. Shaking my head of the emotions, I broke into a quick run and headed towards the end of the corridor. Above me, I could hear a siren and the sound of loud footsteps. I turned around once more to see the man I thought I had just killed standing and heading my way. There was no time to waste now. I had to get out.

After running for what felt like hours, I finally reached the exit. On my tail was the brute I had almost killed and about 30 of Mycroft's men. Why was he doing this to me? Pushing open the last set of doors, it was then when I finally felt it. Freedom. Fresh air. Looking around me I could see black cabs and red buses rushing around on the roads. So, I was still in London then. As I continued my evaluation, the familiar sound of an old friend made me stop. Far down the street, I could vaguely make out John and Mary. Both where running towards me at a great speed. I guess some people are true heroes.

"Juliet!" I heard Mary yell. As they reached me, I looked them both in the eye.

"Jules, what happened?" John asked franticly. Mary grabbed hold of me softly and stood me up straight,

"John, she's bleeding." Mary told her fiancé sternly. I looked at the worried pair, struggling to speak as I did,

"It-It-It was Mycroft..." Suddenly, I felt myself fall numb and before I knew it the darkness had taken over once again.

ONE HOUR LATER:

"Jules... Jules?"

I opened my eyes to see John and Mary stood over me. No longer was I on the pavement but was instead lying on Sherlock's couch. Sitting up, I checked my surroundings and sighed a breath of relief. I was safe. John rested a hand on my back and started to rub circles,

"Jules, what happened?" Mary asked softly, I looked deeply into her eyes,

"Mycroft kidnapped me. John, It was Mycroft. It was him." I said a little to quickly. John shot Mary a look and gave me another,

"Ok. Shh. It's alright. Jules, you've been gone for two days." He said sternly. I stood up quickly and headed downstairs towards Mrs Hudson's flat. Down there was a very calm looking Sherlock.

"Sherlock? Two days? Your brother had me for two days?" I yelled loudly. Sherlock stood up and enveloped me in a hug. I wanted to push him away. At this moment, I didn't want Sherlock. I wanted Jim. The only man who could make me feel better. But instead of listening to my feelings, I stood there with Sherlock. Crying into his chest. Out of the blue, my phone buzzed. Pulling away from Sherlock, I took it out of my pocket,

To Juliet-From Mycroft Holmes: Don't think this isn't over. MH.

I froze looking at the text. Sherlock followed my gaze but I deleted the text before he could see it. The past two days had made no sense. If Jim found out about what had happened today, he would go crazy. But I had to call him, I wanted to see his face again. However, I now know one more thing. Mycroft knows my secret. It's only a matter of time before Sherlock does too. Oh, how I wish my life was simple. Just a good job the wedding was soon. And once the wedding is over, I can focus my full attention on trying to keep my secret a secret. Mostly from Sherlock... I want to tell him. But the time isn't right. Not yet.