Hello everybody. If your reading this, your reading my story, so thanks! Anyway, this is Chapter 2, I'm not sure about how good it is though, because I wrote while I was on holiday, so it may not be great, but I hope you enjoy it. Sorry if one of my characters (You'll know which one when you read it) is a bit OTT, I didn't know how angry and sinister I should make him.
So anyway, please read on and enjoy!
John had been kidnapped before, on more than one occasion (Most of the time it had something to do with Sherlock) and what he saw when he finally awoke was not what he was expecting. He was laying on a large black leather sofa (Quite a contrast from the traditional hard wooden chair) and he found he was able to move his limbs, so he wasn't tied up (Another tradition) With much effort he managed to sit up, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head, and began to survey the room he'd been left in (Sherlock was really rubbing off on him) hoping to figure out where he was. The room itself was cold and clinical with bare white walls and a black tiled floor, the door (if it could be called that) was directly in front of the sofa and seemed to be made of nothing but metal, there wasn't even a handle. Finally beside the door was a large black box, with flashing red lights, and what appeared to be a glass panel at the top; strange. Other than that and the sofa he was seated on, there was nothing else in the room; literally. Not even any windows, the only light was artificial, provided by strip lighting built into the ceiling and all these factors combined where helping to make John feel very uneasy.
As he thought all of this through, trying to make sense of it, another burst of pain shot through his head and it took every bit of his self-control to avoid crying out in agony. Whoever it was that had brought him here (Wherever here was) he was not going to show them weakness. Carefully, so as to avoid another explosion in his head, he looked around the room once again, hoping to find something. It didn't take long to find. Hidden away in the corner of the room, attached to the ceiling, so tiny he could hardly spot it, was the one device he knew would be here (It was too professional not to have it) a camera, staring directly at him. Looking directly at it he shouted "Who are you? What do you want with me?" knowing that somebody would hear him. He was right. A few moments later he could hear the clicking of electronic locks as the door in front of him began to open. Knowing he was about to meet the mystery man (Or women) John tried to stand, however this only made his head spin, so he settled for glaring at the door from his seated position. Slowly the slab of metal glided sideways into the wall, allowing the person on the other side entry into the room (Though cell would have been more accurate.) John had no idea who to expect on the other side of that door (Though he had his suspicions) but the person that met his gaze was a complete surprise. Standing in the doorway was an all too familiar figure: the spotless black suit, the immaculately combed brown hair and the signature smug grin, it could be no one else. "Mycroft?"
"Dr Watson." Replied the older of the two Holmes brothers curtly, as he entered, the door sliding shut behind him. "What the hell is going on?" Asked John, once again trying to stand in order to confront the man in front of him, but falling back against the sofa as the world span again. "I had you drugged and brought here." Mycroft replied simply, not having moved from in front of the door, his eyes seemingly examining John's expressions intently. "I know that," John said, trying desperately to keep his voice steady "Why?" Honestly, Sherlock with his experiments and Mycroft with his kidnapping, was every member of the Holmes family completely mad? However, suddenly that didn't matter as another burst of red hot agony shot through his skull, but this time he couldn't hold it back "Aghhh!" he cried, doubling over and raising his hands to his throbbing temples. Out of the corner of his eye, he still could still see Mycroft, who had not moved to help him in any way, if anything the small smile that graced his lips had widened. After a few seconds the worst of the pain had disappeared, allowing him to sit up and look at the man before him once again.
"I suggest you drink this." Mycroft said calmly, as he pulled a bottle of water from his pocket (Not even attempting to answer John's question) and walked towards him, holding it out for him to take, but John was wary. What's in that water? He thought to himself. Mycroft had drugged him once already today (Was it still today? He didn't know how long he'd been out for.) what was to stop him doing it again? "Unless you'd rather sit there in constant agony?" Mycroft asked impatiently, clearly noticing John's hesitation. Slowly John reached out and took the bottle from the other man's hand, before removing the cap and bringing up to his face. It smelt normal (Then again, what does water smell like?) and it was still clear, maybe it was safe? Raising it to his lips John took a small sip, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist," Mycroft said, he voice low and almost threatening, "I'm going to need you completely sober for this interview." Then without warning he grabbed the bottle, still at john's mouth, and tipped it upwards, forcing the other man to either drink the contents or choke. With the bottle empty (And John half drowned) Mycroft removed it, grabbed the cap from John's hand, and placed back into his pocket. "What do you mean interview?" John asked as he caught his breath, "Where am I?" Mycroft smirked a small, cold smile as he stood in front of John looking down at him. "You're in the interrogation room." He said coldly, not taking his eyes off of John for even a second, "And where's that?" John asked curiously, as he began to feel the pain leaving his head. "That would be telling." Mycroft replied, almost teasing him.
By now the pain had left John's head completely and he decided to have another go at standing, slowly he pushed himself up, but just as he was on his feet Mycroft pushed him back down roughly, glaring at him. "Now, now John. Stay down." He couldn't help but hear the venom as Mycroft said his name, and he could only guess at what he had done to earn it. Suddenly, before he realised what was happening Mycroft had sat down beside him and had grabbed his left hand, "Now John," he said his voice still calm, but filled with anger "let's talk.". Quickly John tried to pull away, but the other man was stronger than he looked, and refused to let go, then suddenly there was pressure on his hand, then pain. Blazing pain. If he thought the after affects of the drug were bad, this was a whole new level. His mind couldn't comprehend what Mycroft had done, but it was agony. He had no idea how long this went on for, he only knew he wanted it to end. Finally, when his hand was released it was like he'd been removed from the fires of hell, he moved over to the other end of the sofa, as far from Mycroft as he could get without standing (After the last time, he was certain he wouldn't be allowed) glaring at the man, who was sitting quite calmly as if he did this sort of thing every day. Mycroft looked over at him and smiled slightly "Pressure point." He explained absentmindedly. Then suddenly he was standing again, once more looking down at John like a predator eyeing up its prey, John was beginning to understand what Sherlock had meant by the most "The most dangerous man you'll ever meet" he was now truly scared. "I believe, John," Mycroft said in the same calm yet angry voice, "that you are trying to kill my brother."
Thanks for reading it. Please review, I always to know what people think and how I can improve. Also in the next chapter I need to know what you want Mycroft to use on John, there are 2 options.
1.) A Lie Detector 2.) Truth Serum
It's your choice so just put which one you'd prefer in a review, and one with the most votes gets in. I'm going to start on the next Chapter on 2/1/11 so get your votes in before then.
So until then TTFN (Tah Tah For Now)
P.S Did anyone get the line from in there from the show "The Prisoner" The first person to tell me it gets a shout out and a tray of imaginary cookies!