Hello! Welcome to the sequel of 'How Long?'! Finally!
This is a very short prologue, basically just hinting at the events that will happen! I have most of the story planned out, I'm really looking forward to getting it to you guys! i've only got 2 more exams (haha, 'only', right) and then I'm on summer break! so there will be lots of time for writing then!
Anyway, enjoy this small prologue and i will see you soon for the proper, full-length chapters!
Heavy footsteps echo off the concrete walls and the low whistle of a man's voice amplifies through the basement corridor. The prisoner's head shoots up as she realises that the time has come, and she positions herself just so, ready for the guard's entrance.
He is young, and she feels a little guilt for what she is about to do, but she has to admit that the shock on the man's face when he sees her 'hanging' from the cell's barred window is rather amusing. Eyes slitted so she appears to be unconscious, the prisoner waits until the man is attempting to pull her down before delivering a sharp kick to his abdomen, and then a punch to his temple. She grabs the man's jacket to stop him from falling to the floor and exposing them to the CCTV camera which is above them. The prisoner simply unwinds the noose from her neck and unties the pressure point that had prevented her actually hanging herself one handed, before letting herself drop to the floor, still holding the now unconscious guard. Making sure she stays in the corner, away from the camera's glare, she hastily strips the guard before sliding his body against the wall where it rests, slumped. No time to undress herself, she simply slips the slightly baggy uniform over her prison garbs and grabs the guard's identity card, slipping through the open door.
As she slinks away, face hidden in the near-darkness of the corridor, Janine Moriarty wonders if escaping from the grasp Mycroft Holmes really has been this easy.
James Moriarty may be dead but Janine certainly isn't!
Hope you enjoyed! See you soon!
