Hello everyone! This is a new story, this story will have adult content so it will be M. Hope you enjoy it!
Toxic - Chapter 1
Jim Moriarty laughs, laughs loud and eager. His laughter is so evil that it freezes the blood. He enjoys it, likes blood and sweat mixed with tears, desperation on her face is the greatest reward.
The plan has begun.
221B Baker Street.
Sherlock playing his violin and John reading the newspaper in the mornings was commonplace. Mrs. Hudson arriving to ask Sherlock to stop playing so early. Same routine every morning. After the Jim Moriarty scandal on the throne wearing real jewels, there was no interesting case for the detective.
Jim Moriarty was excluded in a maximum security cell. Everything was under control. But there is always a but.
Sherlock's cell phone rings, John looks up at him.
"You're not going to answer?" He asks
"Busy" he said, leaving his violin.
John rolled his eyes and looked at the newspaper. Sherlock sat down in his chair, bored. There are footsteps on the stairs. Steps that Sherlock recognized. The door opens to welcome Mycroft Holmes.
His appearance was impeccable, a gentleman.
"What brings you here? I'm busy" Sherlock said before letting him speak.
"I think what I'm going to tell you will get you out of your boredom, brother" he replied.
"Surely" Sherlock said sarcastically.
"Jim Moriarty has escaped."
"How?" John asked.
Sherlock turned his attention to his brother.
"That's impossible and you know it." Sherlock paused to see his brother's face closely. "There's something else you have not said, Mycroft."
"He did not go alone, you must accompany me to a place to help in this case, you must collaborate in everything that we need, since it has gone with a person that you know. You must tell us everything you know about her."
"She?" John asked
Sherlock's eyes widened for a few seconds, tried to calm down, swallowed the knot that wanted to form in his throat.
"How do you know it was he who took her?" Sherlock asked, standing up.
"You must see for yourself, brother."
John looked at Sherlock for information.
"Molly Hooper" he said, grabbing his coat and scarf. The scarf he received from the pathologist at Christmas, rightly.
John's face was filled with concern. The three men climbed into the black car that always carried Mycroft everywhere. Sherlock noticed the car heading toward Molly's house.
"How could that have happened? In such a short time, how has it happened?"
"We only know that Moriarty escaped, helped by his people obviously, but we do not know the reasons why he left with your friend Sherlock, you know?" Mycroft asked, looking at him coldly.
"She's not my friend, she's just a colleague" Sherlock said as coldly as his brother.
"Sherlock!" John said
"I told you it was a disadvantage, Sherlock" Mycroft said calmly.
"Shut up, you can't be more wrong."
Molly's house was nearby. Only 4 more blocks. On arrival there were pick-up trucks with equipment, many people coming in and out collecting clues.
"I don't want anyone to come in while I'm there" Sherlock asked.
"That will be so" Replied the elder Holmes.
Sherlock joined with John to Molly's house. It was a complete disaster. Everything was thrown, broken, out of place, it seemed that someone had fought against her whole house. There were broken glass on the floor, the refrigerator door was stained with blood, the kitchen floor had drops with blood as well.
"Here's the proof of why he took her Sherlock" John said from Molly's room.
Her whole room was destroyed. Only Molly's bed was intact, there was something on top of her pillow. There was a braid of the same color as her hair. Sherlock picked it up carefully, felt a chill run down his spine.
"Turn around Sherlock" John said.
Sherlock turned quickly. His heart pounded as he read the message on the wall.
"I will make her see hell, make me pray that take her life, you will never see her again"
"I have your permission after all"
Sherlock squeezed Molly's braid tightly in his hands, the message was written in blood.
"Her blood" he thought.
Sherlock stormed out of the room. He could not control himself, put the braid in his pocket and clenched his teeth hard, he wanted everyone to disappear, he wanted to make a thousand pieces of the whole department.
Mycroft appeared before them. "I have this for you" he told Sherlock.
A small tape recorder was over Mycroft's hand. Sherlock took it.
"Listen it alone" Mycroft ordered, "then you'll give me explanations."
Sherlock felt a heat rise over his body. He turned to Baker quickly. When arrives John gives him his space to be alone. He locked himself in his bedroom, only a lamp lit his room. He pressed the button to listen.
The tape begins.