Okay, so for starters, I just want to say that Sherlock has become
my most recent obsession. While I do not think Sherlock actually is
interested in romantic relationships, I wonder sometimes what it would
be like if he WERE. That also being said, I think that Molly Hooper is a
lot stronger than most people give her credit for. I have watched all 6
episodes over and over, and while she has a nervousness about her,
it's not strictly around Sherlock. And she doesn't seem to trip over her
words like some people portray her in the fics. I shall try to picture her
well. Hence the fic I'm about to try writing. This is my first fanfiction, so
please bear with me, as I'm sure my writing development has gone
downhill in the past few years of writer's block. Hope you enjoy!
Oh, and I should mention, I don't own Sherlock, or anyone else for
that matter. If I did, They would not be NEARLY as famous or awesome.
Hats off To Sir ACD, as well as Mr.'s Moffat and Gattis.
Chapter One:
She struggled against the ropes that bound her. Thrashing back and forth,
until she lost most of her strength. It was dark, the sound of rain beating on
the roof of whatever this place was. She had suspected an abandoned factory,
but she couldn't be sure. Her eyes squinted as she tried to make out any light
source possible.
There, just ahead of her, was a small glow. Red to orange, then back to red
again. The embers of a lit cigarette were the only spark she could see. Then
she heard it. She heard him. His slow, snakelike chuckle, as the embers drew
closer to her.
"Molly, Molly, Molly." The voice drawled. It made her shiver the way he said her name.
"Oh hush now, my dear. There's no need to be afraid. I promise this won't hurt
one little bit." He walked toward her, closing the gap until she could see into his
eyes. They were like a shark's eyes, after it picked up a scent of blood. Dilated,
black, and cold. Then she felt something.
A stinging pain on her arm. The sting turned into a burn. Burn to excruciating pain
that made a tear spill from her eye. She looked down at her arm to see the cigarette
embers gone, deep into her flesh. She tried to scream out in pain, for help, but she
couldn't. His hands wrapped around her throat as she tried to fight him with what
little strength she could muster.
"Oh, I guess I lied." He laughed.
He lit another cigarette, took a small puff, and immediately put it out on her arm,
next to the first burn mark. He continued the process through the rest of the pack,
searing her until the last one was put out against her bleeding skin.
"By the way, dear Molly. Do give a message to that tall, beautiful man for me, will you?
I'd Tell him myself, but you'll see him before I will." He smiled lightly at her, tilting his
head towards one side.
"Such a pity, your skin was so...flawless. I really did enjoy our time together.
Sorry it didn't work out, though, you were the one who broke it off, so I suppose there's
nothing to be sorry for." He said, in a slightly sing-song pitch.
"Tell Sherlock, I told you so."
Chapter one done. I promise I shall write more soon, but I have to go do errands. Anyway,
please tell me what you think. And be gentle, with me...this is my first time. ;) Ta-ta
Lovelies!