Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible

chapter 24

John

John crawled through the dark tunnel, hearing a small yell from the other side. It was definitely Molly.

"I trusted you! I thought you were my friend!" she shouted. "You watched Glee with me!"

He tried to stifle his laughter at the thought of James watching Glee as he crept down the last few metres of the tunnel.

Looking around at the torn furniture, he decided he was in an old house of some sort.

"Ah, John. Pleasure having you here. Take a seat. I made some tea." James offered, noticing him from his spot in the other room.

John glared at him, and refused to sit.

"Well John, you seem the thing is, right now I control everything you do, so I'd advise you to sit down with Molly and I," he continued.

Begrudgingly, he sat. Mostly because he was still afraid of him, despite his constant struggles to hide it.

"We were just discussing your boyfriend," James smiled. "You see, while you'd make an admirable addition to my team, you're just not smart enough. You're more like Seb. However, Sherlock. He's exactly what I need more of."

"Your team?" he questioned.

"Honestly, John. Of everything I just told you, you focus on that?" James remarked. "Of course I have a team. What would you expect, really."

"I don't think Sherlock will want to join any team of yours, sir," John replied, taking a sip of the tea James gave him. It tasted weirdly sweet.

"Of course he wouldn't." James replied. "And didn't your Mummy ever tell you not to accept gifts from strangers?"

John hadn't even considered the thought that the tea might be drugged with something. The worst part was, with James, there's no telling what kind of potion it was. John wouldn't be surprised if he found out he was coloured purple and sprouting wings from his head.

John knew he was stupid for drinking the tea, but he hadn't been thinking.

"So, John, why is Sherlock so adamant to stay with you?" James questioned.

"I'm special" John replied with a smirk. He didn't mean to say that at all.

"Well why does his brother hate him so much?" he threw.

"His brother is scared of him," John replied. He was revealing all of Sherlock's secrets.

"Well why?" James exclaimed, excited.

"Sherlock killed a kid when he was younger. He was found dead the morning after Sherlock got really annoyed at him," John told him, not considering the possibilities.

"Anything else?" he smirked.

"Sherlock thinks he killed his first friend. His dog, Redbeard, disappeared mysteriously, and was found, four days later, dead. They don't know how he died." he revealed easily.

"Redbeard?" James repeated to himself. "I'll keep that in mind. You may leave, John."

John paused.

"And here, take her. She's annoying anyway," he shoved Molly, who's hands and feet were bound, towards John, toppling her over.

John quickly untied her, and the two escaped through the tunnel.

"Truth serum, huh?" Molly laughed. "Well I mean, at least now I can find out your middle name,"

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literally the worst thing i've ever written im sorry for putting you through this terrible writing. I'm probably going to wrap this story up soon. It's just dragging on and on a bit...