The Woman

18. The Truth

"Tell me about being a weapon," Annie tells John as she leans forward with her elbows on her knees and hands folded, waiting for more information.

John sighs, getting ready to explain her whole history.

"That you are a trained assassin." I lie, not wanting to inform her of what is going on with her. John looked at me, thankful I jumped in so he wouldn't have to tell her the truth.

"You're lying to me, Sherlock." Annie catches me as she folded her arms while popping out her hip.

"How? I don't have any indications to let you know I was." I state, not knowing how she can always tell I'm lying.

"Yes, but you just let me know you're lying. Now tell me about being a weapon!" She uses reverse psychology on me. I try not to let my smile show how proud of her I was.

"Annie, it's better that you don't know." I sigh as I look down at the floor, not wanting her to know that agony. I can't bear to think about what they did to her.

"God damn it, Sherlock, tell me NOW!!" She throws an apple at me she got off of the kitchen table. It hit me on the shoulder as it bounced onto the floor. "Ow," I say without moving.

"Knock it off; we are only trying to look out for you." I state as I stare into those green eyes. Her nostrils flared as her brow scrunched down, her hands were in fists at her side; she was pissed.

"You let me know what I am now, or I'll go find Moriarty!" She threatens us. I knew she would if we didn't give her answers, she'll walk Into the hands of death if need be.

"Fine, sit down." I give in to her with a sigh.

"Sherlock." John protested, giving me a nasty glare as he threw arms up.

"John, she's in danger and needs to know what's going on." I snap at him, trying to get him aware of our predicament.

"Fine." John sighs, holding his face, not wanting to relive the moments. "I'll tell her." I nodded, letting him since he was there. John looks up at her as his eyes formed tears. "You are a government weapon; you are more than an assassin. They tortured you for a year, trying to hypnotize you before accomplishing their goal. When you hear the code words, you are a mindless killing machine." I explain to her as I watched her expression. She was white as a ghost as her mouth hung agape.

"You're lying, I would remember." She denies.

"You don't remember, that's part of it." John says with a crack in his voice. I knew this was painful for him to hear as well; he was the one there with her through the whole process.

"Okay, stop lying to me." She stands up in a huff.

"John gets the camera; we will show her," I tell him. I watch as John gets out of his chair, walking into his room. "Baby, come here." I hold my hand out to her. She came over, sitting on my lap as she put her arms around me. "I'm sorry you have to go through this. John couldn't bear to be there and watch you get tortured; he begged them to release you and use someone else. We didn't want to tell you because those memories are too painful to bear." I explain as to hug her, and I rub her back. John comes back to stop dead in his tracks as he began to go red in the face. "Not now, John, she's upset," I comment at his anger of us showing sentiment.