'My head!' was the first thing that come to Molly's mind as she started to wake up. 'Why does my head hurt'? Then her thoughts all came rushing back. She had been running away and a man had come up to her and asked her what was wrong. Before she had even said a syllable, she had felt a pinch at her neck, like a shot from the doctor. The last thing she remembered was looking up at the sky as it began to turn green. Then everything went black.
"Get up" said a rough voice.
"What?" Molly asked, groggily. She realized that she was in some kind of cell. She was lying on the ground with her hair in tangles.
"Get up" the man said, yanking her off of the ground. Molly saw that he was dressed in camouflage and had a gun at his side. But he looked more like a rugged fisherman than a soldier.
"Why can't I walk right?" Molly asked, as she was being dragged through the hallways outside of her cell.
"The drugs." The man said not looking at her.
She made so kind of 'hmmm' noise as she stumbled along with the guard.
Before she knew what was going on and what had happened she found herself tied in a chair in the middle of a big empty room. Or at least it would be empty except for the five other people in the room. One was the guard that had leaded her to the room. He was tall and tan. He had black hair and even blacker eyes. Another was short with bright orange hair. He had freckles all over his face and was telling the others some kind of joke. There was a blonde boy, about fifteen years old and another boy, the same age and look, but he had brown hair. Molly guessed that they were twins. And the last was an average height man with a black buzz cut. He had icy blue eyes and when he smiled at Molly, it was a cold smile. He had a large scar leading from his left temple to the left edge of his mouth. He terrified her.
"Ah" he said turning toward Molly "I see our friend has come to join the party." The moment he began to speak, everyone else in the room became silent and watched him.
"Oh, but Angelo" he said looking at the guard that had lead Molly there "we never asked our friend's name, did we?" He began to walk slowly towards her.
"I'm so sorry for the lack of hospitality" He said, smiling "My name is Grant De Luca. And who are you?"
"I….What am I doing here?"
"Ah" Grant said, chuckling. "the important question."
"Sir" Angelo said.
"What?!" Grant yelled back
"Her name is Molly Hooper. She has been seen with him many times before."
"Oh. I see….him and her are 'buddies'?" Grant said smiling.
"I don't know who you are talking about or what you are implying…." Molly said, looking at Grant
"Oh, we aren't implying anything. I'm sure you and him are just good friends" said the red-haired man, with a slight Irish accent.
"Shut up Niall" said Grant, turning to glare at him.
"Who are you people? Why do you want me?"
"Well" Grant said "I used to be a part of the Italian Mafia and your little friend made me mad. That" he said gesturing to the fifteen year old boys "is George and Peter. Their parents got in a bad spot with the mafia. I got them to help me on my mission here instead of rot with the mafia. Think of it as a sort of payment. That is Angelo." He said looking at the guard. "And that is Niall, a hired assassin that I wanted on my trip here to find him. Now" he said putting his hands on Molly's and getting very close to her "what's your name again, sweetheart?"
"Molly" she said, looking at the ground
"Good girl" Grant said patting her hand "And can you tell me where he is?"
"Who?"
"I think you know who. Tell me where he is."
"I really don't know what.."
"TELL ME WHERE HE IS!" Grant said slapping her.
"I don't know who you are talking about!" she yelled desperately.
"Fine" Grant said untying her. "Then you get to stay here even longer." He grabbed her forcefully by the arm and dragged her to her cell. When they got there he threw her into it, causing her to hit the side of her face and slide down the wall.
"You get to rot in here until you tell me what I want to know" he spat.
When he was gone, Molly began to realize the real danger she was in. She could feel the tears begin to slowly slip down her face.
'I'm never going to get out of here if I don't know what he wants me to tell him.' She thought. 'He probably wouldn't even let me out if I did tell him'
"Pssssssstttt" Molly heard from the outside of her cell. She looked up to see the blonde boy standing there. He motioned that she should come closer. When she had crawled to the bars he whispered "Tell him where he is"
"But I don't know who he." Molly whispered back.
"He's..."
"George! Where are you?" Grant yelled from down the hallway.
"His name is Sherlock Holmes" George said and ran.
