Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or any of the characters. -sigh- /because if I did Molly and Moriarty would be together and Johnlock would be cannon/ All rights own to Arthur Conan Doyle and Moffat and Gatiss. I'm just using the characters in a random fanfic idea I had. Spoilers if you haven't seen HLV or Season 3 of Sherlock. I hope you enjoy reading this ;-;
When her eyes opened she felt a feeling of disorientation consume her brain. She wondered if this was how victims felt in stories when they were captured. But she wasn't a fictional character and this wasn't a story. She didn't have a hero coming to save her. She doubted her hero even knew she was missing. In fact no one would notice she was gone; because she was Molly Hooper. The girl who knew more dead people in real life than living ones. She was a dormouse. The sort of person you could walk past every day and then forget about in the next second. Expect for one person hadn't forgotten about her - like she had been counting on. No, that person had remembered her quite well. And he was reason why she had woken up drugged in some monstrous white room.
The last thing Molly remembered was that she was watching Glee while cutting up another dead person before it had happened; before she had gotten kidnapped. She remembered hearing Rachel and Finn voices' singing "Don't Stop Believing" through the television screen while Molly further worked on the body; when a crackling noise appeared and murdered the Glee program in a second; filling the morgue with the words "Did you miss me?" in a high chipmunk voice.
Molly had assumed that it was another glitch in the system as it had often played up before. She expected for it to go away in a few minutes. It wasn't until five minutes later that she actually looked up from the dead body and saw his face on the screen. She felt like screaming but no sound came out of her mouth.
'He couldn't back. It wasn't possible. He had to be dead' her mind told herself repeatedly. She felt that if she said it enough times that maybe she convince herself he wasn't back and this was all some sick joke someone was playing on her.
'But technically Sherlock shouldn't be alive either Molly,' she told herself, 'surely Jim would have worked out a way to fake his own death as well. He was smart as Sherlock, maybe even smarter.'
Her mind arguing with herself and felt like she was going to throw up.
Did you miss me? Did you miss me? The words played around until they echoed in her head, swirling in her mind back and fro. She felt like her mind had been swallowed up by a vortex and he was now consuming all her thoughts. She felt like she was stuck in one of the moments, in a horror film squeal – when victim realises that the villain is back and it's not over yet, like they wanted it to be.
Molly hated horror films in general. She absolutely loathed them and found them ridiculous. The supposedly heroes characters would always go and do something unbelievably stupid. And then end up get themselves killed.
Maybe that was what snapped her out of her vortex of thoughts. Molly knew that if stood any longer, she was going to get herself killed. That's when Molly decided to walk up to the television screen and pull out the plug. She stood there a moment, allowing herself to start her breathing back to normal. Then she started to walk towards the morgue door. She had to see Sherlock. She had to warn him that Jim was back. She had to.
But as she got close towards the door. She heard the chipmunk voices start up again. "Did you miss me? Did you miss me?" the words spun her. Almost like they were serenading her in some horrifying music number.
She couldn't move. She was paralysed by them and from the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw an outline of figure. She felt her heart stop cold. She wanted to run, she wanted to scream for help but she couldn't move. She was frozen on that spot. She saw him step out wearing a dark blue Westwood suit and a blood red tie. She saw the wolfish smirk on his face as if he planned to murder her there and right now.
"Did you miss me Molly-Mouse?" he spoke to her in that soft Irish tone.
A tone once she had smiled about in memories but now it just made her feel sick. She felt herself gulp and before she reply back; she felt a set of hands forcefully grab hold of her mouth – stopping her from replying.
"Oh Molly-Mouse, it looks like a cat has got your tongue doesn't it?" he drawled out his words purposely slow as if he was enjoying.
'He probably got off on it, the sick bastard' Molly thought.
He edged closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face. It was like he was analysing it, working out the best ways he could destroy it. She wanted to retaliate in some way. She wanted to bite at his minion's hand. She wanted to kick and scream. But she couldn't, her fear was stronger than her anger and it kept her paralysed there.
He was just in front of her now. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights. She couldn't do anything but watch. She saw him bent down towards her and felt his breath tickle against her as he whispered in her ear, "Oh Molly-Mouse. Don't worry, you tell me all about how much you missed me later. But right now you're going to have to go to sleep."
And then she felt a needle jam into her neck and everything went black.
After she recalled the memory of her capturing it was then Molly snapped back to reality. She realised that her body was now actually paralysed and the only thing she could do was turn her head sideways but that caused her head to ache. She felt cold and numb; stiff and uncomfortable; trapped and paralysed. She was sitting back on a wooden chair and it had began to dig into her back, causing more discomfort.
She heard the door creak opened and there her monster had appeared. He titled his head slightly and started to make his way over to her.
His Irish tone was laughing mockingly at her as he spoke, "Oh Molly-Mouse, we are going to have so much fun together."
So erm yeah hopefully that was okay for you guys to read ;-; erm if you would like some more please let me know and hopefully I'll update soon. Cookies for you if read this ^_^