An Agent of Chaos (BBC Sherlock Fan Fiction)

Epilogue

Epilogue

            I wanted to be anywhere but here right now. I would prefer death over this if it meant I could escape it all.

I had never made it to serving my sentence in jail. Well, I sort of had. I served very little of it. I was broken out of jail. Normally, many prisoners would consider it a good thing. I mean, it was a thing that rarely happened. To have it bestowed upon you would be a gift.

 I would have been ecstatic about being free from that barred hell had I been taken by anyone else but those two. I had tried to escape them too, wanted to lock myself back in my cell, but I didn’t get to. It was just the two of them who really went in to retrieve me; they had a few helpers to distract authority while they snuck in for me.

It’d been months since my abduction. I wouldn’t be surprised if police gave up and deemed me dead. I wondered if the news reached Spencer and if she started another search party for me like the last time I had disappeared on her. I would appreciate her efforts, but they wouldn’t be effective. If the police couldn’t find me, there was no way Spence would.

I was a lost cause, hidden from the world with no way to get out. I was trapped; I didn’t realize how long I really had been until now.

 Now I knew how John Watson felt while Logan was putting him through hell. I was in his shoes right now, barely alive. I was weak, tired, dehydrated, hungry, and I reeked. Who would have guessed that Logan would have found him of all people? I’d never known he had existed, Jim had never mentioned a word of him.

            When I’d been introduced to him, it hadn’t clicked with me right away. My visitor in the hospital hadn’t been something out of my head, he had been real. It had turned out to be him, not the person I’d thought it was.

 He also got me thinking, as time went on: had they screwed with my head? Had one been with me the entire time, or had they constantly switched off without me realizing? True, he’d said that he didn’t know me and had never seen me face-to-face before, but he could easily be a good liar like his twin, so I doubted him on it. To make things worse, the first time I met him, I found out their names were very identical. I wondered if their parents were that insane or stupid to name the pair that or the twins decided to do that on their own.

            I shivered, craving warmth. I craved a lot of things right now, but they were mere fantasies. Funny how daily things for some could become luxuries for others. I’d never fallen so far into hell in all of my life. I blamed myself for it, I started digging my grave. I didn’t expect to dig so deep, though.

            “It’s time again, Raine,” Logan sang lowly. I groaned, curling into a tight ball on the cold floor. I should have been used to it by now, but I wasn’t. I never would be. “Come on, you know the routine.”

            “J-just kill me,” I whimpered. “I-I’ve been asking for d-days now.”

            “Sorry. I would oblige, but he won’t let me. He wants you just barely alive.” He picked my head up by my hair. I gave a pathetic yelp.

            “Let me guess, the only w-way I’ll get my wish is i-if he kills me,” I muttered.

            “I think he’ll end your misery soon, my dear. He admits nothing exciting is happening. Apparently torturing you is becoming boring and redundant for him.”

            “Tell him to change things up then if he feels that way. He won’t hesitate to get dirty.”

            I flinched as a knife blade flicked across my cheek. It was adding another mark to the many others on my face. “Don’t tempt him, because you know he’ll come in. He’ll go mad with it, you won’t survive him.”